My shock-o-meter’s reading of Malema allegations: priceless
FREE TO READ | My very first, entirely unconscious, reaction to the R4m allegation was to ask: Is that really so bad?
It was Julius Malema who showed me that my seismograph needs some urgent attention.
I suspect you know what I’m talking about, because I think most of us have one. Not the pretty machines you might have seen in a museum, where movement in the Earth’s crust is translated into delicate spikes and troughs drawn onto a slowly rotating drum of paper. No, our seismographs are entirely organic, sitting somewhere between our brains and our stomachs, invisibly suspended on a network of jangled, frayed nerves, recording the unending sequence of tremors, rumbles and shocks that are South Africa’s political and public life.
These delicate machines require constant recalibration because of the intensity and variety of vibrations feeding into them. It can become very difficult, for example, to accurately gauge the severity of a temblor in Pretoria, where some cadre has stolen a couple of million bucks, when Eskom and the other state-owned enterprises are producing a reading suggesting the Drakensberg is tearing free of the African continent and sliding into the sea...