Fine Things Out of Africa
My favorite example of a leader apologizing is Adolf
Schicklgruber - Hitler to his mates - in late April 1945. Hunkered 12
meters down in his Berlin bunker, dribbling, reduced to a diet of cake and
champagne, feeling the ground rumble as the Russian artillery shells came
closer and closer, the Fuhrer was heard to mutter, ruminatively:
"Afterward, one regrets having been so - benevolent." Well. The old
softie.
Here in Thailand , the views of the public by the powers
that be are often regarded not as common sense but as unpleasant and
vengeful. Fair enough, the feeling may be mutual.
But the public don't just want someone to feel their pain,
but also someone to understand their anger.
The point is, a political apology only works when the
public finds it believable and the alleged miscreant does not appear to
have been forced by expediency to make it.
It takes real courage to create a truly just society, for
courage is that moment when the better values of our nature come together
at one point.
Injustice is the oxygen of terrorism. If we can't expect
justice within our own borders, what hope for the world?
*At least one American friend was delighted by the
election result. "Imagine having a Democrat as commander-in-chief during
the War Against Terrorism," he said, "with Oprah Winfrey as secretary of
defense. Big hug for Mr. Taliban. Republicans are squares, but it's the
squares who know how to fly the bombers, launch the missiles and fire the
M-16s. Democrats would still be fumbling with the federally mandated
trigger locks."
*If every email sent to my Junk mail turned out to be
true, I'd be walking around with billions of Nigerian Naira stuffed
in my pockets, a beautiful Russian girl on my arm, and a Guinness Book of
Records candidate in my trousers.
Speaking of which, all of us must have received at some
point a plangent request from the widow of a Nigerian general who needs
your bank details to help her get back her $30 million fortune, which she
will share with you at some future date. Most of us delete them, the odd
terminally thick individual actually sends money, and then finds their
savings wiped out. But Brit actor Dean Cameron, with time on his hands
between jobs, one day hit the 'reply' button and wrote: 'Great - do you
have any mashed bananas?'
So began an 11-month correspondence with a Nigerian crime
syndicate, in which Cameron adopted the persona of a lonely, gay Florida
millionaire and the Nigerians desperately attempted to humor him in the
hope of getting some cash. They provide details of where to send money
orders; instead, Cameron sends them avocados and chats about his prostate
cancer, his Filipino houseboy and his cats, Mr. Snickers and Jo-Jo The
Dancing Clown. There are even recordings of genuine 'conference calls'
between the mysterious Ibrahim, Cameron and his 'lawyer', Perry Mason, in
which the Nigerian is persuaded to say "hello" to Mr. Snickers.
*What ever happened to the Three Tenors? Seems at least
one of them has gone off opera. The other day I heard Jose Carreras
strangulating the vowels and mangling the consonants of "As Time Goes By"
- "de worl' weel ohlwez welcomm loafers", rendered with all the passion of
a sales exec addressing a footwear convention.
*Apparently, approval has been given for the construction
of the world's longest golf course, stretching nearly 900 miles across the
Nullarbor Plain, a huge expanse of scrub in southern Australia . It will
cross two time zones, two Australian states and some of the most
inhospitable terrain on the planet. Potential hazards will include
wandering kangaroos, venomous snakes, some inconveniently placed gum trees
and the occasional dust storm.
Golfers driving between Perth and Adelaide will be able to
play a hole at each of the 18 roadhouses strung out across the Nullarbor,
have a quick hit, some "refreshment" and drive on to the next hole, which
could be up to 180 miles away. Playing all 18 holes will take several days
by which time most golfers won't even be able to burp without assistance.
Actually, golfers will have to cross three time zones, not
two. The town of Eucla , being fiercely independent and miles from
bleedin' anywhere, is on Western South Australia Time, being 45 minutes
out from the zones on either side of it. A sign in the town's roadhouse
announces: "Yes this bloody clock is right."
*"The situation is absolutely under control," Transport
Minister Ephraem Magagula recently told the Swaziland parliament in
Mbabane . "Our nation's merchant navy is perfectly safe. We just don't
know where it is, that's all."
Replying to an MP's question, Minister Magagula admitted
that the landlocked country had completely lost track of its only ship,
the Swazimar: "We believe it is in a sea somewhere. At one time, we sent a
team of men to look for it, but there was a problem with drink and they
failed to find it, and so, technically, yes, we've lost it a bit. But I
categorically reject all suggestions of incompetence on the part of this
government. The Swazimar is a big ship painted in the sort of nice bright
colors you can see at night. Mark my words, it will turn up. The right
honorable gentleman opposite is a very naughty man, and he will laugh on
the other side of his face when my ship comes in."
*"Dear Mr. Wrap, I recently found myself clasped to the
bosom of a stranger to whom I had just introduced myself, and being kissed
on both cheeks.
This affectionate gesture, formerly reserved by me for
special friends, has challenged my social skills. After careful
consideration, I aim to demonstrate degrees of intimacy in the following
ways: I shall offer a warm handshake to acquaintances whom I know and
like, there will be a narrowing of the eyes with a touch on the elbow for
old and valued friends, and for the few on the inner circle I shall
reserve the step backwards and broad smile. As to strangers, I'm
anybody's."
By Roger Beaumont