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What's the issue

What's the issue

Author: By Tomas Yoko
Date: 2025-11-03

At home, our country is a masterclass in disappearing acts. Commissions of enquiry vanish faster than promises in a cabinet meeting, leaving the people to marvel at the bureaucratic sleight of hand. The SAPS, that once-proud institution, now flounders amid a theatre of corruption, moral bankruptcy, and leadership so twisted it makes pretzels look straight. Our police and politicians are locked in a dance that could be mistaken for governance, if only it weren't so tragically choreographed by greed.

Once upon a time, the invaders would have to conquer their rivals before raping their women. Today, in modern England, all it seems you need is a chequebook capable of buying the Prime Minister and a handful of pliable mayors, and suddenly the rules are as malleable as the public's outrage. Morality has been outsourced, and the price of civility is evidently negotiable. Sadiq is facing a tsunami of backlash against his inaction and repeated denials.

Beyond our borders, the moral compass spins just as wildly. Gaza's latest "ceasefire" is less a truce than it is a poorly disguised land grab. This paper has more holes than Swiss cheese. Diplomacy has been replaced by press releases that read like adverts for self-interest, and one wonders if any serious actors still bother with the subtlety of ethics. Even the phrase "ceasefire" now carries the faintest aroma of smoke and mirrors - and the occasional burnt toast of failed negotiations.

And then there's Charlie. In a world glittering with evidence, the official narrative of his public execution reads like a bedtime story for adults who refuse to wake up. One would need a brain the size of a peanut to swallow it whole - or perhaps a talent for selective disbelief that could win awards if it were less tragic. Every glaring inconsistency is papered over with platitudes, while the real story simmers quietly beneath the noise. In this theatre, truth is an extra in a play written by spin doctors, and the audience applauds out of habit, or maybe just for lack of a better punchline. Independent broadcasters like Tucker Carlson, Candace Owen and Ian Carroll are revealing the truth under a hail of censorship and abusive attack that show the hand of the puppet master for all to see.

In Europe, the war mongers are willing to burn down the house so that they can rule over the ashes. Germany wants four hundred billion euros worth of military weapons, while Ursula fond of lying is leading the whole alliance into the Kiev trapdoor of self-annihilation. Trump a total disappointment in the whole saga, but if you look back far enough into history, you will see the pattern, almost clearly.

The lesson, if there is one, is simple: keep your eyes open, your wits sharper, and your sense of irony intact. Otherwise, you might just wake up one morning to find that reality itself has been quietly purchased, edited, and released as a limited edition lie - a show so convincingly staged, the punchlines sneak up on you while the villains bow.