“Well this day was a total waste of make-up”
“Well, aren’t we a ray of sunshine?”
“Don’t bother me; I’m living happily ever after.”
“I started out with nothing still have most of it left”
“I pretend to work, they pretend to pay me”
“YOU!!… off my planet!!!”
“Therapy is expensive. Popping bubble plastic is cheap. You choose”
“Practice random acts of intelligence and senseless acts of Self-control”
“Errors have been made. Others will be blamed”
“I’m not crazy. I’ve been in a very bad mood for 30 years.”
“Sarcasm is just one more service I offer.”
“Whatever kind of look you were going for, you missed”
“Do they ever shut up on your planet?”
“Stress is when you wake up screaming and realize you haven’t gone to sleep yet”
“Back off!! You’re standing in my aura.”
“Don’t worry. I forgot your name too.”
“I work 45 hours a week to be this poor.”
“Nice perfume. Must you marinate in it.”
“Not all men are annoying. Some are dead.”
“Wait…I’m trying to imagine you with a personality”
“Chaos, panic and disorder . . . my work here is done.”
“Earth is full. Go home.”
“Aw, did I step on your poor little bitty ego?”
“I’m not tense, just terribly, terribly alert.”
“You are depriving some village of an idiot.”
It becomes increasingly apparent that the South Africa I live in is very different to the South Africa our poor population lives in. This isn’t a happy thought or idea. This is a sad, hard reality that our poor have not benefited from the so called democratic South Africa. As a white, male South African, it’s easy to look at what the government is doing and say they’re more racist than ever. And although there’s an element of truth to the statement it’s a very self centred view. After all most great lies have an element of truth in them.
