It’s quite messy and full in there right now. Last night I read this letter by The Boss on his website, endorsing Barak Obama for president using this. “He speaks to the America I’ve envisioned in my music for the past 35 years, a generous nation with a citizenry willing to tackle nuanced and complex problems, a country that’s interested in its collective destiny and in the potential of its gathered spirit.” And that is why I love Springsteen and take his opinion seriously. And I see how an endorsement by a conscientious celebrity would really work. I would take his word for it and vote for Obama. That is powerful stuff. I turn my thoughts back home and remember our own Steve Hofmeyr having chats with our own Jacob Zuma and I can’t say why, but it’s just not the same, hey? Maybe that’s because what the two of them have in common is sex outside of their marriages as opposed to a common political vision, but I don’t even want to go there.
I am still thinking about guns and the havoc they cause, especially since I read this morning about a man who shot a robber through his bedroom door as the guy was trying to bash his way in. The robber was found shot through the collarbone and speedily whipped off to hospital. Then there is the story of the high-jacker who was shot dead and they found his student card on him. Can you imagine? Please understand, I am not sympathising with the baddies here, just showing the random havoc of gun violence. A four year old little boy ran up and down our little street yesterday with one of those nasty, Taiwanese toy guns in his hand and when one of the aunties admonished him and told him that he couldn’t play with her kids and at her house with guns he slipped it expertly into the elastic band of his shorts like a seasoned gangster.
I am also thinking about Zimbabwe. I suppose I can’t help it. I can’t imagine the desperation of those who voted, only to have it mean nothing. I can’t imagine how almost a quarter of Zimbabweans have fled their country and are mainly in SA. I also think Mbeki’s silence is totally bizarre and impossible to explain.
And I am thinking about winter coming. Last night I drove home in the pink and purple sky dusk. This morning it started getting light after seven. The weather bureau predicts the first cold and wet period this weekend and I want Big Friendly to go and get us a pile of wood for the fireplace. I can’t wait to see what the kitties think of a fire. So of course I am thinking about the sulky Eskom. What a bunch of moaning, elsewhere blaming, cowardly, self-serving moegoes. Out of my head Eskom!