A SMAC in the Face #89: The Steal of the President of the US

Trump’s second term will go down in history as one of the most chaotic governments the world has ever seen short of a bloody revolution.  He has declared (economic) war on every country in the world and aims to destroy or bend to his will all federal institutions, universities, law firms and journalists, in fact, anyone or any organisation who has the temerity to call him out.  But while this is going on he is busy with the steal.

Trump is not particularly talented, but he has no shame and his biggest strength has always been his ability to monetise his name.  Winning the presidency for the first time was a match made in heaven.  It fed his ego while it fed his wallet in a variety of indirect ways such as people or delegations who wished to meet with him stayed at his hotel.  Directly, he started pushing all manner of merch such as a Bible, hypocritically endorsed by himself. If Trump could think that war heroes like John McCain were losers for being captured, he must privately think that Jesus was the biggest loser in history for allowing himself to be crucified.

But his first term was just his Apprenticeship until he was fired by the Electorate.  Luckily for him, the second time around he was not facing a sentient Zimmer frame, but a wonky and not particularly sentient Zimmer frame.  This time he found himself much better prepared.  Project 2025 had compiled a 920-page document on how he could wield virtually dictatorial power via executive orders.  Apart from continuing his trivial pursuit of merch, the world presented some unique opportunities, namely the wars in Gaza and Ukraine.  While cognizant of the potential of a much-wanted Nobel Peace Prize, he sided with Putin as he eyed real estate development opportunities for himself while pressurising Zelensky to allow the USA to exploit their rare earth minerals.  A 3-in-1 win if he could pull it off. 

Next up, the Israeli bombing of Gaza into an uninhabitable pile of rubble tweeked his inner real estate reptilian brain.  He saw that the Israelis preferred the Gazans to be gone and, since it was by then an unliveable pile of rubble, he proposed that Gaza be redeveloped into a Middle Eastern Rivera obviously with him and his buddies having first dabs.  Both projects have yielded nothing yet except a lightly pencilled in deal with Ukraine.

Schmoozing with Saudi Arabia, Qatar and Abu Dhabi recently, he accepted a $500 m jet for his foundation when he leaves office and all manner of real estate development deals for Trump Inc.

But he hadn’t forgotten his merch.  In a 2019 tweet, Trump thought that Bitcoin and the like were Kryptonite and could “facilitate unlawful behaviour, including drug trade and other illegal activity.”  But his stance changed dramatically during his re-election campaign and he started championing it.  He was preparing the ground for his ultimate merch, the $TRUMP meme coin.  Although crypto currencies are merely computer algorithms, meme coins are another story and have no substance or utility whatsoever which probably resonated with Him. He might have been a late convert but he literally hit gold when he launched $TRUMP on 17 January, 3 days before his inauguration.  He issued 200 million coins via the Solana blockchain and held back 800 million.  The price soon rose to a peak of $77 but is now languishing at around $13 so many people must have burnt their fingers.  This happens quite a lot with Trump investors as six bankruptcies will testify to.  Nevertheless, speculators continue to trade at the rate of 20-50 million trades per day and Trump gets a cut of the transaction fees as well.  On 14 February, Fortune magazine noted that while ‘investors’ lost about $2 bn, Trump made an estimated $350 m from the initial sales and, together with his partners, made a further $100 m in fees.

Nice work if you can get it.

Port Elizabeth of Yore: Cowboy Mills of Wide Horizons

During my youth, there was a zoo / animal sanctuary at Rocklands known as Wide Horizon on the road to Uitenhage. The owner / zookeeper was an iconoclast, with the pertinent sobriquet of Cowboy Mills. Being very young at the time, I recall very little of the place other that the entrance with a billboard advertising the delights inside. Whether we actually went inside, I cannot recall.

Main picture: Hugh Cadle Mills aka Cowboy Mills

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A SMAC in the Face #86 – The Little Big Man

Trump was riding high, surfing his personal tsunami after announcing huge reciprocal tariffs on every country in the world.  He then smugly boasted that 50 countries were now “kissing my ass.”  Given Trump’s penchant for hyperbole, it might not have been 50 countries but five piss ant countries.  Perhaps it even included a delegation of tuxedo attired penguins from the McDonald Islands who arrived to give him the bird and flip him off.  But it still played out well with his non-discerning Magalanders especially when Trump threatened to double down if anyone retaliated.  This was a tough guy script straight out of a Hollywood Chuck Norris screenplay.

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SMAC in the Face #85 – To Be or not to BBBEE

Just about all South Africa’s economic woes of lack of growth, the highest level of unemployment and concomitant widening wealth gap amongst Blacks have their genesis in the race-based legislation enacted by the ANC since 1994.  But even after their parlous showing in the 2024 elections which forced them into a coalition government with the ‘white’ DA, they have doubled down on their employment equity and preferential procurement rules.  For SMAC’s take on this you can read on.

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A SMAC in the Face #84: The Almighty Cod

The beginning of Trump’s second Presidency has been without precedent.  It has been characterised by extreme chaos as he has been all over the place like a demented squirrel on tik.  He has declared economic war on everyone (except his secret bff, Putin), threatened to own Panama, Greenland, Canada and Gaza and he is busy taking a chainsaw to the Federal system courtesy of his point man and ‘Tech Support’, Elon Musk.

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Port Elizabeth of Yore: Frederick Korsten – the Shipping Magnet

From 1819 onwards Korsten played an ever-larger role in the shipping trade of the Cape Colony. At one time or another, Korsten owned no less than 13 coasting schooners and cutters of various sizes, 12 of which ultimately came to grief. In the process, Korsten gained the reputation as the largest boat owner in the Cape colony.

As can be imagined, most of these vessels were the smallest size of ocean going vessels as they were merely used for servicing customers along the Cape coast. As such they probably weighed no more than between 80 and 140 tons. Whether the Helena, a 500-ton ship which Korsten owned while living in Cape Town and on which his family went on holiday to England in 1809 is included in the total of 13 vessels which Korsten owned over his life, is unknown.

Main picture: A schooner of the early 1800s

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Port Elizabeth of Yore: Military Record of John Gilfillan Bunton in WW2

Just over a century ago, the name Bunton was well known in Port Elizabeth as John’s father and grandfather in their day were both owners of the Grand Hotel in Belmont Terrace. When John’s father, Henry, changed careers in 1927 and went farming in the Selbourne district near Kirkwood, the name Bunton would never again resonate with the residents of Port Elizabeth.

John would attest to serve in the artillery. Later his younger brother, Peter, would join him in the same unit. It was during the opening stages of the battle of El Alamein on the 13th July 1942 that John would be mortally wounded, and Peter, who served in the same unit, would see his brother for the last time as he was stretchered away never to be seen again by him.

Such is the madness and futility of war.

Main picture: John Bunton in North Africa

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