Tuesday, February 07, 2017

No saviours needed

If your main argument as a prospective candidate at the general elections on Tuesday, 8th August, 2017, is that you are the only leader who can fix our problems, then you are a serpent, the serpent referred to in the book of Genesis at chapter 3: the craftiest of all the wild animals. You are a disciple of the father of lies as described in the Gospel according to John,
Ye are of your father the devil, and the lusts of your father ye will do. He was a murderer from the beginning, and abode not in the truth, because there is no truth in him. When he speaketh a lie, he speaketh of his own: for he is a liar, and the father of it.—John 8:44
If you repeat the statement that you are the only one who can save our body politic à la Donald Trump and his #MAGA wizardry, you deserve a liar's life and a serpent's death. You are an unworthy candidate. You are everything that is wrong with this country. You are a waste of bio-matter.

I don't care that it is possible that you can solve all our problems; we don't need problem-solvers. We need leaders to light the way. Just because you think my three-year old sprog needs a tablet computer doesn't mean that it is your responsibility to get her one. That's my job. Your job is to build hospitals that are staffed with the best doctors who have access to the best equipment and who can prescribe the right medicines to keep my child from being consumed by consumption, diphtheria, pertussis or tinea corporis. Should I buy my daughter a tablet computer to aid in her learning and education, I don't want her lessons to be conducted while she sits on an earthen floor because your second mistress's first cousin took our fifty billion to supply school furniture and blew it all on a big-titted Ukrainian dominatrix named Olga with a suspicious Adam's-apple-like bulge in her throatand pants.

We are not looking for saviours. Fifty years of saviours have left us with a healthcare system that has become so decrepit that even obvious swindles with the lives of our unborn are undertaken with our tacit, passive acquiescence. Five billion shillings might be small potatoes for someone who is rumoured to be extremely wealthythe rumours being assiduously peddled by youbut when five billion shillings is rumoured to have evaporated without so much as a bed-pan to show for the magic trick, we definitely don't need a saviour, we need someone who will lead the forces of law and order into those dark corners that we have refused to enter. These are the corners where those that worship at the altar of the immiseration of the peoplecongregate . No, we are not looking for saviours.

We are not demanding that you become the Lincolnian truth-teller we all wish we were; we are only asking that you keep things in perspective. After all, after fifty five years of mediocrity, sophistry and cant, including a decade of looting the likes of which might have shocked the 1990s' era ex-Soviet oligarchs, we know that a Shinkansen-style network is still at least a decade away, vertically-integrated corporate Leviathans such as GE are still unfathomable among the small-minded, little-ambition pygmies who style themselves as "corporate Kenya" and many, many "elite" Kenyans will continue to .venerate chinless wonders such as the House of Windsor and the Sodomites who go dune-bashing.

What we need are leaders who can cut through the procurement BS that is designed to keep us focussed on small-potato shit. Which means someone who can get the vastness of the bureaucracy known as the public service humming in service to the people. Someone who can focus the "national security organs" long enough from collecting "tolls" or selling charcoal to ensure the safety of every Kenyan as he or she goes about their business. Someone who isn't afraid to tell his or her friends to get stuffed whenever the quo is demanded for the quid given. If you are looking for friends after being seated in that high chair, you're an idiot. We don't need idiots.

That's the long and short of it: if you have a savior complex, please, leave us be. If you are an idiot, please stay at home; your thinking privileges are suspended till Wednesday, 9th August, 2017.

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