Defused (if you would excuse the pun)

I almost believed in God this morning.

Racial tensions were running high in South Africa after the murder of Eugene Terre'blanche.

A very emotional funeral was held for him yesterday ... in pouring rain with one of Afrikanerdom's most popular pop artists and publicity sluts, Steve Hofmeyer, delivering a rousing speech in the manner of Terre'blanche to lay him to rest in front of apparently thousands of people who flew in from all over the world to see their 'leader' go underground (bad pun ... I apologise)

Then the story broke today.

Terre'blanche was found dead with his pants down and the prosecution added another charge, crimen injuria to their charge sheet.

And then there apparently was a spent condom or two found on the floor of the deceased's house. The implications are clear. The leader of the white revolution will become the leader of the white revulsion if they learn that he had sex with a black man and/or a black boy of 15 or 16.

I am tired of all of this, but glad that something explosive like a right-wing uprising and wanton violence seem to be defused.

As I said South Africa always seems to be heading to the abyss, but always pulls itself towards itself when it matters most.

PS: The ANC finally scraped together the guts to reign in and severely repudiate their errant youth league leader Malema today and the revenue service is 'probing him' (no pun intended). If you can't get at somebody on anything else, let the taxman get him. Ask Al Capone.