As we all know, every politician has an opinion. Very often their opinion is baseless - absolutely no evidence whatsoever. But when a radio DJ has something to say, I always tend to value it more.

Why? Whilst these DJs might have a lousy dress sense or have way too many ear rings - they are at least in daily contact with the people - the working class.

What follows is what Jeremy had to say on Highveld Stereo, back in June.

Quote:

“Pass me that ladder, please”

It feels like a daily routine these days, my breakfast date with a soapbox about something. Lord knows, I’ve worn a few through completely, stamped a few into disrepair and demolished one or two on really bad days.

Today, again, I cannot help but feel overwhelmed by the limitless idiocy of just about everyone in some seat of power in this rainbow nation of ours. “Where to start?” is one question. “Where to find a soapbox high and strong enough?” - the other.

Have you ever heard of people going on strike out of sympathy? In what country, place, day and age. where, but here? I cannot for the life of me understand what the concept means. Surely a strike that has no purpose or does not raise any real grievance is an illegal one? Surely the mineworkers can’t go on strike because the metalworkers, public servants and such are? Since when is it acceptable for non-related industries to support each other in mass action? Since the 60’s I suppose and that’s the thing. There has been zero evolution in modus operandi from the unions, nothing.

The same daft, mindless, idiotic tactics - every damn year. I feel like we are trapped in a constant cycle of brain-bending monotony. and we are just supposed to sit back and accept common practice? “Common” is, at least, the right choice of word. Why don’t we all the go on strike out of sympathy for some cause? I can think of a few noble causes that deserve my immediate release on “paid leave”.

Jake White, for example.

I have the utmost sympathy for a man who is employed by the biggest bunch of simpletons this side of COSATU. Between government, SARU executive and the periodical yapping of the lapdog that is the ANCYL, it’s a wonder we still win any matches and are competitive at all. Says a lot about the talent available to us. I have always wondered and maybe someone can tell me one day: “What is behind government’s fascination with rugby?”

What is the agenda Mr Stofile and Co? Why is it so important to you to “transform” a game that requires certain physical attributes and influence for a player to be successful at international level?

It’s the only sport that has to deal with your juvenile tantrums on a daily basis and it also happens to be only sport where we are truly world class so please, someone, explain it to me - because I am more confused than those exercising their democratic right not to strike - and then getting beaten senseless for their efforts.

In the most serious case in desperate need of my time and sympathy, SAB reports that there’s going to be shortage of beer due to lack of available glass. The shortage, they say, is “due to an unusually high demand for their products”.

That’s just piss-poor planning as far as I’m concerned, considering the advent of the Tri-nations, countrywide mass action and the (daily) monumental acts of stupidity the average South African is asked to swallow. No wonder we are a nation of half-hammered-hopefuls, drowning in the “democracy” forced on us by the custodians of our national assets.

Blighme, I call on all South Africans to down tools, shut down PC’s, park their cars, stop their watches and do absolutely f’all for the rest of the week. Out of sympathy for the situation we find ourselves in every day I say today, comrades, we strike.

We strike because our constitution affords us the right to do so. Because it seems that is the only way you ever get anything done in this country and because soapboxes, no matter how high you stack them, just don’t seem to work anymore.

Now could someone please hand me a *&%$@$% ladder so that I can get off this godforsaken structure. I have a whole day of nothingness to look forward to.