ToxicBunny
Oi! Leave me out of this...
Cos they obviously can't work with their partners, so surely, as per your logic they should leave?
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SA Politics Thread Part 10 : The GNU Has Crashed
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Cos they obviously can't work with their partners, so surely, as per your logic they should leave?
Mike Hoxbig
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It's actually how coalitions are supposed to work. It's not just supposed to be hunky dory all the time. Coalition partners are able to hold their partners accountable better than any opposition party ever could, because they are privy to the inner workings of government. The people are ultimately the ones who benefit, as it should be. It should never be about politicians benefitting.
The issue I have with the DA is they only waited until something happened to them, before taking action against Ramaphosa and the corrupt ministers. They kept these things as political cards, and were happy to go along with the corruption all this time. If it was about principle, they should have taken action as soon as it happened...
R13...
Honorary Master
Your understanding of logic is most flawed, Hassim.
The ANC are in charge and get to do the hiring and firing. The GNU is working as the ANC intended, which is to pretend they're the party in power, while the others serve at their pleasure. The other partners, but the DA, seem happy. Why would the ANC leave their comfortable delusion?
Agent67
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I think they waited/hoped for Rama to do the right thing willingly, but they realised the same as we did.
He'd rather have the government collapse than clear house and actually implement proper reform willingly...
Which is exactly why the DA have to resort to the courts to show them the error of their ways.
Agent67
Honorary Master
Yet following your esteemed logic, ANC should've either left or thrown DA out of GNU by now, because they can't work with them...
R13...
Honorary Master
I totally agree with. The DA faithful don't get that I am frustrated with the DA's incompetence rather than supporting the ANC's running rings around the DA. There should have been mechanisms agreed to deal with working as a coalition. These are either not in place or in place but unenforceable because the ANC went legal on the DA's ass.
ShaunSA
Derailment Squad
This is unfortunately the reality of South African politics.
Agent67
Honorary Master
John mentioned this himself in his speech.
Every time the DA wants the ministers to go on a bosberaad and actually figure things out, ANC dithers, postpones and dodges.
The root of this problem is the Constitutional deadline to form a government within two weeks. Two weeks isn't enough time to negotiate a proper and negotiated coalition agreement. That's why we have the Statement of Intent that ANC blatantly ignores.
TheChamp
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Gwaza Mkhonto!
Mike Hoxbig
Honorary Master
It took him 2 years to figure this out...
TheChamp
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Our people can see the government that works for them, it's not the DA and Cilliers Brink.
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A Day in the ANC Office: Don Martin Style
The ANC office is a teetering, ramshackle building in Johannesburg, its walls plastered with peeling posters of Nelson Mandela giving a thumbs-up.
A sign reading “ANC HQ” swings precariously on one rusty hinge—CREEEEAK!—threatening to topple onto unsuspecting interns.
Inside, the air hums with the BZZZ-ZZZ-ZZZ of overworked air conditioners and the FLIP-FLAP-FLOP of papers flying off desks in a whirlwind of bureaucratic chaos.
Cyril Ramaphosa, depicted as a lanky figure with an oversized suit and a perpetually calm smile, sits at a comically large desk piled high with documents labeled “COALITION DRAMA” and “VAT INCREASE WOES.”
His hair is a wiry explosion, bouncing with each nod of his head—BOING-BOING! He’s trying to mediate a coalition meeting, but his serene demeanor is tested by the pandemonium around him. As he sips tea from a chipped mug, he mutters, “Let’s keep this civil, comrades,” only for his words to be drowned out by a SPLORCH! as his mug inexplicably overflows, drenching his tie.
Enter Julius Malema, bursting through the door with a KRAK-A-BOOM!
His red beret is tilted at a jaunty angle, oversized and wobbling like a UFO on his head. His military-style EFF uniform is bedecked with medals that clank—KLANG-KLONG-KLUNK!—with every exaggerated step.
Martin draws him with wild, bulging eyes and a megaphone mouth, shouting, “RAMAPHOSA, YOUR GOVERNMENT IS A CIRCUS! EXPROPRIATE THE LAND! BRAAAAAP!” He leaps onto a table, sending papers flying—FLUTTER-FLUTTER-SPLAT!—and accidentally knocks over a bust of Oliver Tambo, which shatters with a KERSMASH!
Malema points dramatically, his arm stretching cartoonishly across the room, as he declares, “I’LL FORM MY OWN COALITION WITH THE PEOPLE!” Interns scatter in panic, their shoes squeaking—SQUEEEEEK!
Meanwhile, John Steenhuisen struts in, depicted as a wiry, bespectacled figure in a crisp DA-blue suit, his hair a spiky blonde pompadour that defies gravity—SPROING!
He carries a briefcase labeled “MARKET-FRIENDLY SOLUTIONS,” which emits a KA-CHING! every time he opens it.
Steenhuisen’s nose is comically upturned, and he squints suspiciously at Malema. “Julius, your rhetoric is reckless! We need stability!” he barks, only to trip over a stray cable—TRIP-THUD-SKLUNK!—and land face-first in a pile of ANC budget proposals.
As he scrambles up, his glasses spin like pinwheels—WHIRR-WHIRR!—and he points at Ramaphosa, shouting, “Cyril, fire those corrupt ministers, or the DA walks! HMPH!”
The office descends into chaos. Ramaphosa tries to restore order, waving his arms—FWOOSH-FWOOSH!—but his chair collapses under him with a CRUNK!
Malema, now standing on a filing cabinet, brandishes a megaphone that emits a deafening BWAAAAH! as he chants, “VOTE EFF! DOWN WITH THE GNU!”
Steenhuisen, dusting himself off, retaliates by hurling a pie chart—WHOOSH-SPLAT!—which hits Malema square in the face, leaving him dripping with ink and shouting, “THIS IS CAPITALIST OPPRESSION!” The pie chart oozes to the floor with a GLOOP!
Interns, drawn as bug-eyed, floppy-limbed figures, run in circles—ZIP-ZAP-ZOOP!—trying to clean up the mess.
One accidentally activates a paper shredder, which goes rogue with a GRRRR-CHOMP-CHOMP! and starts devouring coalition agreements.
Ramaphosa, now buried under a pile of papers, pops his head out—POP!—and sighs, “This is why I prefer Zoom meetings.” His smile remains unshaken, even as a stray paper clips him in the forehead—PING!
In the background, a radio blares news of their latest political spat—BZZT-BZZT!—while a janitor, looking suspiciously like Jacob Zuma, sweeps the floor with a mischievous grin, muttering, “MK Party’s watching, heh heh.”
The scene ends with the office door slamming shut—SLAMMO!—as Malema storms out, Steenhuisen chases after him waving a budget proposal, and Ramaphosa sips his tea, unfazed, as the ceiling fan above him wobbles ominously—WOBBLE-WOBBLE-CRASH!
The ANC office is a teetering, ramshackle building in Johannesburg, its walls plastered with peeling posters of Nelson Mandela giving a thumbs-up.
A sign reading “ANC HQ” swings precariously on one rusty hinge—CREEEEAK!—threatening to topple onto unsuspecting interns.
Inside, the air hums with the BZZZ-ZZZ-ZZZ of overworked air conditioners and the FLIP-FLAP-FLOP of papers flying off desks in a whirlwind of bureaucratic chaos.
Cyril Ramaphosa, depicted as a lanky figure with an oversized suit and a perpetually calm smile, sits at a comically large desk piled high with documents labeled “COALITION DRAMA” and “VAT INCREASE WOES.”
His hair is a wiry explosion, bouncing with each nod of his head—BOING-BOING! He’s trying to mediate a coalition meeting, but his serene demeanor is tested by the pandemonium around him. As he sips tea from a chipped mug, he mutters, “Let’s keep this civil, comrades,” only for his words to be drowned out by a SPLORCH! as his mug inexplicably overflows, drenching his tie.
Enter Julius Malema, bursting through the door with a KRAK-A-BOOM!
His red beret is tilted at a jaunty angle, oversized and wobbling like a UFO on his head. His military-style EFF uniform is bedecked with medals that clank—KLANG-KLONG-KLUNK!—with every exaggerated step.
Martin draws him with wild, bulging eyes and a megaphone mouth, shouting, “RAMAPHOSA, YOUR GOVERNMENT IS A CIRCUS! EXPROPRIATE THE LAND! BRAAAAAP!” He leaps onto a table, sending papers flying—FLUTTER-FLUTTER-SPLAT!—and accidentally knocks over a bust of Oliver Tambo, which shatters with a KERSMASH!
Malema points dramatically, his arm stretching cartoonishly across the room, as he declares, “I’LL FORM MY OWN COALITION WITH THE PEOPLE!” Interns scatter in panic, their shoes squeaking—SQUEEEEEK!
Meanwhile, John Steenhuisen struts in, depicted as a wiry, bespectacled figure in a crisp DA-blue suit, his hair a spiky blonde pompadour that defies gravity—SPROING!
He carries a briefcase labeled “MARKET-FRIENDLY SOLUTIONS,” which emits a KA-CHING! every time he opens it.
Steenhuisen’s nose is comically upturned, and he squints suspiciously at Malema. “Julius, your rhetoric is reckless! We need stability!” he barks, only to trip over a stray cable—TRIP-THUD-SKLUNK!—and land face-first in a pile of ANC budget proposals.
As he scrambles up, his glasses spin like pinwheels—WHIRR-WHIRR!—and he points at Ramaphosa, shouting, “Cyril, fire those corrupt ministers, or the DA walks! HMPH!”
The office descends into chaos. Ramaphosa tries to restore order, waving his arms—FWOOSH-FWOOSH!—but his chair collapses under him with a CRUNK!
Malema, now standing on a filing cabinet, brandishes a megaphone that emits a deafening BWAAAAH! as he chants, “VOTE EFF! DOWN WITH THE GNU!”
Steenhuisen, dusting himself off, retaliates by hurling a pie chart—WHOOSH-SPLAT!—which hits Malema square in the face, leaving him dripping with ink and shouting, “THIS IS CAPITALIST OPPRESSION!” The pie chart oozes to the floor with a GLOOP!
Interns, drawn as bug-eyed, floppy-limbed figures, run in circles—ZIP-ZAP-ZOOP!—trying to clean up the mess.
One accidentally activates a paper shredder, which goes rogue with a GRRRR-CHOMP-CHOMP! and starts devouring coalition agreements.
Ramaphosa, now buried under a pile of papers, pops his head out—POP!—and sighs, “This is why I prefer Zoom meetings.” His smile remains unshaken, even as a stray paper clips him in the forehead—PING!
In the background, a radio blares news of their latest political spat—BZZT-BZZT!—while a janitor, looking suspiciously like Jacob Zuma, sweeps the floor with a mischievous grin, muttering, “MK Party’s watching, heh heh.”
The scene ends with the office door slamming shut—SLAMMO!—as Malema storms out, Steenhuisen chases after him waving a budget proposal, and Ramaphosa sips his tea, unfazed, as the ceiling fan above him wobbles ominously—WOBBLE-WOBBLE-CRASH!
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Let's give this 6 months, and see how it is doing?
L-Dog
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Lol joing Floyd
TheChamp
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Based on the location I would say joining the IFP makes more sense, they control the municipality with close to 70%. Even joining the ANC is a much better bet than Floyd if you are in that region.
TheChamp
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How are we going to measure how it is doing? It's always a good idea to set up the metrics of performance in advance so that we know what we are working on.
TheChamp
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Like the VAT increase ??
No he just does what his ANC cadre's want.
Hence why he has no consistency
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