Musings on defending (with) the bum....

Being a local living in Gatlappiesfontein the defence of the bum is not uncommon. One needs to spend one night perched on a longdrop after having a surfeit of curry eel from my neighbour's kitchen, (lovingly prepared by Mrs. Mygat Brand), to appreciate a frozen upwards draft and the effect it can have on even gold plated brass monkeys.

So to defend the bum, using any kind of cloth, (dire circumstances will result theft from the local dominee, called defrocking), or even even a piece of wood, (sometimes broken from the fence around the local veggie packhouse), being held as a shield against the long fingers of the government Jack Frost.

Thinking back on times in my life sitting on a go-cart, reflecting on the opportunities of becoming a millionaire by selling 'White Gold' did not lead to my dignity being crushed. (The kopperaal did that).

Dear Minister defending someone with your bum is like Elmar Cogan is, or is not. What I do know is that to defend against the enemy with your bum, would entail turning around with your back to the enemy.

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