Sooooo much to do before tomorrow’s victory slaughter… Militia to be paid… voters to be displaced and intimidated… results to be forged and posted…. ZEC officials to bribe… Sheesh, election day in Zimbabwe is murder.
Am screening telephone calls from Little House Thabo. Don’t want to talk about the SADC (a.k.a. the “SAD Club”, heh heh heh) today. If I wanted to “negotiate” about anything, I would have called a used car salesman.
It’s time I took a holiday. Tripoli is always nice this time of year. The shopping’s good for Grace too, less so for me. There’s just not so much on offer these days, since Gadafi gave up all his weapons to the laughable, god-bothering carbon blobs, Bush and Blair. The last time we went up there, all I got was a pen-knife.
Still, it’ll be a pleasant break after the pent-up angst of election day. Will I be elected again, by aclamation? The tension’s killing me.