Bullshit! Sorry. I meant, excrement from a male Ox!!

Bullshit! Sorry. I meant, excrement from a male Ox!!

For the past twenty years this freedom we so joyously enjoy and like to make noise of, has trapped us in a perpetual existence of having to explain what we meant when we said this or that.

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 I tell you, if you thought that freedom of speech was censored under apartheid, it’s now actually worse and unlike back then when there were laws that an anxious man in uniform whose job description centred around running after, beating to a pulp and imprisoning anyone who dared to break the law by saying or writing about something or someone (usually the government and its plethora of clandestine and questionable activities)-let’s call him AP (Apartheid), things are way less apparent.

In recent times we have a silent and unspoken of ‘man in uniform’ whose job description mirrors that of his pre-1994 comrade-let’s call him PC (politically correct).

Nowadays PC watches whatever you say or write, and unlike yesteryear, speaking out of turn against the government is the least of your worries-that has turned into a national sport, yes we actually love it more than rugby now. Unlike his slow to react friend, AP, PC is diligent and persistent. Indeed he has the power and clout to make sure that everyone, including you beloved grandmother, turns against you and view you with eyes filled with disgust and disappointment.

I have seen a million and one people cornered in some talk show trying explain by saying these stupid words ‘no-no, I don’t hate homosexuals, I didn't say that. I was just saying that if maybe they can do their thing somewhere else’ [sic]. What! Did you just say that? –their interviewer would snap.

I'm not sure how many times I have heard grown men protest how they have no problem, how they would in fact rejoice on the day South Africa elects its first female president. Hahahahaha. Those are the same men who opted to rather vote for the scandal-prone president Zuma instead of ‘risking it’ and pushing then deputy president Phumzile Mlambo Ngcuka, to the fore (sorry to burst your bubble Msholozi, there were a couple of reasons that made people to actually choose you as president of the ANC, and this, according to me, is one of them).

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The folks who sit in Oxford and compile the dictionary have had their hands full for the past decade, what with the swelling number of words we are now using, that were virtually non-existent about two decades ago. Today our trusty soldier PC will pounce at you if you dared to call someone ‘crippled’ instead of ‘disabled’ You would be burnt at the stake if you ever found yourself uttering the words ‘crazy or retarded, no! You can’t do that cave man! It’s actually mentally incapacitated or challenged.

 Lastly, no matter how drunk you are, don’t even think of calling that hard working busy body who cooks, washes and irons for you, feeds both your kids and dogs, a maid. Are you insane!? Oh, sorry. I meant, are you mentally challenged!? You can’t say that, she is a domestic helper of course, everyone knows that.

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