I hate party for what it stands for

I have never been able to understand how someone can hate another person because of the colour of his skin.

I can, however, fully understand how someone can hate another person for what he stands for.

I can equally hate a white or a black or a coloured or a pink person for what he or she stands for.

William Gumede in his article “Lacklustre ANC leaders cannot stop the rot alone”, writes in this week’s Sunday Times, and I quote: “We have to honestly face the fact that a predominantly black postapartheid government has done this” referring to the absolute desperate situation SA finds itself in.

Nothing works.

Every day there is another collapse of something.

In The Herald there is an article on the total destruction of the multimillion-rand Dan

Qeqe Stadium that was given to the community to uplift themselves.

A tool to enable transformation lies in ruins, stuck with knives and plundered by the very people it was meant to help.

Daily articles are awash with corruption, incompetence and just total uselessness.

Another ANC initiative bites the dust!

Just join the queue. Barney Mthombothi sums it all up when he says in his article this week, “We need to accept that the ANC will never get us out of this mess. It is the author of our predicament, not the solution.”

And our invertebrate president, the Nowhere Man, ignores the urgent call of this country as he continues to speak to the electorate like one would speak to a grade 1 class.

I hate the ANC.

Not because it is a black political party, which, by the way, Jesse Duarte says is racist, but because of what it stands for.