A Question Of Sanity

Over the last couple of weeks I've seen odd film clips featuring the less than edifying spectacle of Robert Mugabe addressing election rallies on a number of occasions. In an attempt to distance myself from the feelings of outrage and loathing these engender, I've taken to reflecting on just how crazy the old buzzard is. I reckon we can quantify his lunacy in Lear-like proportions, with the caveat that there are no glimpses of a savingly sane version of the world in this tyrant's vision of things.

Of course it's possible that he's entirely sane and simply being revealed as a thug of major standing, but the fact that he obviously, deeply, sincerely loves the adoring crowds and, presumably, believes that they really love him, points to a complete lack of connection with anything close to the real world. As do those astonishing shirts.

There's a fine article on the whole mess here, but this was written before Morgan Tsvangirai withdrew from the so-called election. A little out-of-date but a useful reminder of the bravery of those sane souls who are seeking truly democratic change in Zimbabwe.