Last year was supposed to be the Chinese Year of the Rat but the year had hardly started and it transmogrified into the Year of the Bat.  It not only created genocidal mayhem but also drove the world schizophrenic with false narratives and bad data.  This blog focusses on the latter with particular reference to South Africa.

From how much it will cost to vaccinate all South Africans to when it will be available are all moot. In this blog my brother Blaine adds his tuppence to the debate. Personally I am now a hardened cynic after 25 years of corrupt and incompetent ANC rule.

Main picture: Covid-19 virus

On the morning of the 4^th of November, I had a near death experience.  All the news feeds on the internet were showing that, instead of MAGA (Mega Arsehole Going Awry), Trump was doing a remarkable job of keeping his end up so to speak.  Given his age, he must be mainlining Viagra along with his daily cocktail of orange preservative with a twist of hydroxy-chloroquine.  No wonder Melania keeps giving him her icy slit-eyed Slavic stares and silent don’t you dares.  Although Slow Joe had been quick out of the blocks, it seemed improbable to me that he could flip all the states needed to reach 270 votes as Trump was ahead in most.  Being a straight up and down kind of guy, it further seemed unlikely that he would come from behind.  Instead, MAGA flipped him and the world the bird as well as a few hamburgers which he chowed down to give himself strength for his 2am press conference after the polls had closed.  Hoping to catch Slow Joe tucked up bed with a hot milk, he magnanimously claimed victory.