Apple through Steve Jobs have just introduced the new iPhone with 3G something or the other and rumour has it that it can iron your shirt and play bridge with your grandma. It will be a little cheaper and therefore will not be appearing on a hip hop video.

That aside it came as an uninteresting anecdote as the world complained about the rising prices of this or that all attached to the oil merchants commonly referred to as OPEC. Of course then the Syrian bloke comes out and says consumer countries and the sellers should sit down and have a candid chat about the way forward.

Jim Webb has just written a book, and when appearing on the Tim Russert show said that the system had somehow formed and maintained the aristocrats that now became the sickness of the society we live in. As such it was the duty of government to change that and take care of those who do not belong to the well-healed.

The world needs a radical sense to restore some semblance of sense to the system. The poor have become too poor not to be noticed and the rich continue to disgust the rest. As such becomes a matter of some if not great necessity for the world to take charge.

Of course the ones who do have the power are often installed by these aristocracies themselves by connivance and a good media machine but somewhere along the line the voice of the poor and forgotten will rise up and not be ignored. I am not talking about systems of government as such but the system of the people.

To take football(soccer) for example it is unconscionable that one player will earn in one week what someone will earn in four years of their lives. If not more than that. It is immoral and at some point, the line must be drawn.

In a world that has become more connected the people now know more than they did before even though they have become at times numbed by the gravity of the situation. But rise up they will.

The chickens could be coming home to roost. The renewal of the next version of the aristocracy is about to be formed.

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Got to the office this morning and looked at page three - more like bumped into page three - and what did I see?

“I know it seems hard sometimes but remember one thing.
Through every dark night, theres a bright day after that.
So no matter how hard it get, stick your chest out, keep ya head up.... Tupac Amaru Shakur

and add to that

Believe in your dignity and humanity as a black person. Vote for a leader who believes in your abiltiy and humanity as a black person. Vote for 100% empowerment and Total Independence

It is about 22 days till the election to choose the president of Zimbabwe and unless you live under a rock somewhere that is between the incumbent President Robert Mugabe and his opponent Morgan Tsvangirai.

Now I am not about to talk about who I think should be doing what because let's face it, it is really just two blokes trying to get a job. So good luck to both of them remember what it is about. Whatever that is.

The interesting thing is the rebranding of ZANU PF as a party really. The advert in question - with the Tupac quote from Me against the world looks like it has the message they have been pressing for a minute and a half but it says nothing about the party other than it is revolutionary movement. Now clever thing is by the time you pick this up, the idea is already reinforced in your head whereas with their very obvious look if you're not into them you will just ignore them.

But not just that, the way they have rebranded their message and look is interesting. There is a sense of freshness about it. While the look before was a bit 1962 - the year before they were formed - this one is almost vogue. It could have been done better but that is the advertising guru in me talking...

Be that as it may, if you really look at it, battered and bruised as the image was, any change was an improvement.

Labels: tupac's zanu look

In a fantasy nightmare the recreation of a Hollywood blockbuster is in the minds of the masses as they hear the banging noise is heard from within a coffin during the procession to celebrate the pomposity of one's now past existence.

I am not one taken to moving my imagination beyond the realms of of those that we might consider within reason to be real stretches. Yes we have license to be creative but beyond that then an embellishment is mere stupidity born from vacant lots of the eternal sunset, where from the ashes arise indolent ideas tinged with pitiful penitence.

My dearly beloved Hillary still bangs the roof of the casket after go go Obama won the race. She is praying for a miracle of no minor proportion. I hope this does not come in the form of an assassination because I do rather like the young Obama. He is sterling, he is fresh, he is interesting, he rouses the masses, he is a leader with a beautiful style of leadership.

He sort of makes me think of me in a few years when I run for public office, the path, the pattern, the management. What style...

But my friend, the lovely Hillary(I believe this is the first time I have used lovely as an adjective for Hillary) absolutely refuses to concede defeat. She will fight teh ghosts after the procession and if that doesnt work then she will then have a moment with the Almighty himself to find out how this travesty could have happened. The nerve of that Chicago boy. How dare he challenge me, the mother hen. And how dare he run away with the prize on my watch.

Bill? Bill?

But that gets you thinking though, that this world has become too globalised. That I sit here and talk about what we have happening in another country is amazing. I think this hasnt sunk in. I am sitting about 26 hours away from the United States of America and somehow, by the limited ingenuity of mankind I can take part in a debate raging there.

Brilliant. I am sure the aliens who know play ping pong with planets must be having a laugh.

Labels: the dirges for Hillary

The biggest we have of our personalities is more to do with our standing in any society we find ourselves in. That is all that matters after all. Everything else doesnt really matter because we are simply that which the world sees us as. After all they say if we are surrounded by positive people then we will be great but we often tell ourselves that we cannot be influenced by the bad people because we know who we are... or do we?

See, this thing, that we call being ourselves has been debated by our personalities so much that the table no longer knows what to make of it. We are often challenged by events within and without ourselves by the vagaries of our own existence that we no longer know where to place ourselves unless placed.

Think of a presidential candidate. Save for the dictators who themselves, it can be argued, need some sort of consensus and approval from sufficiently cruel individuals so as to maintain their positions, a candidate will generally need the approval of a group of people in order to consider himself, somewhat presidential. Thus he never really sees himself outside that realm.

An interest of mine saoid she felt a bit pathetic but she was a legend elsewhere and I was not puzzled really. We are more interesting to other people that we are to ourselves.

The desert may be great to look at with all its vast tracts of this or the other, but it is no bed of roses I will the you that. If the roses are there, the thorns have not been cut out...

Labels: our self in the mirror