Mbeki reminds me of a jack in the box. You get it for your birthday by a relative you don't like. You watch it pop out of the box a few times. Get bored and stuff it into your closet. And every now and then when rummaging through your cupboard this f$%^&ing annoying thing jumps out at you and you get all mad and stuff, and then chuck it back into the cupboard. But otherwise, besides for the rucus and huge annoyance, it is all pretty harmless, and you can just go on. Mbeki is a Jack in the box - every few months he jumps out of his box, makes a noise, then quietly retreats again.