COMRADES, THESE ARE UNCOMFORTABLE TIMES
Despite the central role of the South African Communist Party in the total overthrow of the fascist apartheid Pretoria regime, the distasteful personality cult of the current cabal of elites which has the working class in its neo-liberal grip, has made it near impossible to realise the goals of the Party’s five year plan, now in its eleventh year.
MASSIVE POPULAR PROGRAMME OF WORK
We are all aware of the Party’s plan to mobilize the hundreds of thousands of unemployed miners in a great popular project, fully the equal of Comrade Stalin’s efforts on the Volga, so long ago. Led entirely by the organic intellectuals of the Poetry Writing Wing of the SACP, and informed by the luminious example of A.G. Stakhanov who built three hundred and twenty three tractors in one 8 hour session with his left hand tied behind his back, the doughty miners will dig a canal from Johannesburg to Durban. Using the inner tubes of recently scrapped taxis as flotation devices, the toiling masses will thus travel free to the sea, where they will enjoy the salubrious ozone enriched air of the coast, a benefit currently limited to the grandchildren of colonialists and Randlords, plus one or two fancy women illicitly linked to the Cabinet.
FRENZIED BOUT OF BOURGEOIS LOVE
There have been other crises. I refer, more in sorrow than in anger, to the little peaked cap that Dear Leader Blade Nzimande never seems to take off. There are those amongst us – and we know who you are – who monger rumours that the Dear Leader’s little peaked cap is a symbol of latent Trotskyism, “an infantile disorder” as V.I. Lenin once remarked after a frenzied bout of bourgeois love with D.T. Malinova, psychoanalyst and poetess.
But for all their inherent interest, in the light of the current crisis, these are side issues best left to an all night plenary session of the next COSATU congress.
HELLO BRA KEBBLE? SORRY, WRONG NUMBER …
Instead Comrades, we must turn our attention to the next stage of the revolution: the SACP’s intention to mobilize the masses and capture Parliament at the next and last General Election. Our fund raisers have contacted donors throughout the world. Their silence is deafening. Comrade Kebble doesn’t return our calls, President Castro is on holiday, and our Red brothers and sisters in North Korea no longer have a working telephone system.
As Lenin might have said, what is to be done? The answer, as always, is to mimic the revolting methods of the capitalists.
HISTORY IS A VIRUS
Next Tuesday, the Mzumbe Catering Soviet will hold a cake sale. Their target, set by the Pietermaritzburg Politburo of the SACP is to raise twenty million Rands. Failure, an ever-present posibility given the white-anting of the movement by revanchist neo-hyaenas, will be dealt with in the usual way. I assume I don’t need to draw pictures.
On Wednesday the vanguard revolutionary collective will co-opt Christies of London to auction Comrade Nzimande’s little peaked cap. Given its place as a symbol of struggle not to mention the most glorious aspects of the revolution still to come, this is destined to raise a hundred million rand, so ensuring the peaceful overthrow by democratic means of the current gang of crooks and parasites. History is a virus! The future is ours!