Story of Jackasses.

Now, before anyone gets the wrong idea, let me put 2 things in proper perspective:

1. I am normally a polite person who seldom ever uses profanities. Now, that does not by any small means, I don’t! For when certain issues gets to me, I do get feverish about them as I do now, and it certainly by no means because I am recovering from a bout of high fever that has been lingering for the past 2 days. Having said that, it must be said that the fever I’m having is not caused by my current feverish bout about some jackasses within the government. I mean, after having glimpsed at the front page of The Star, would it not get one to go on a swearing and cursing fit at not only the incompetent fools who purchased some overly priced items, but the audit department of the ministries involved as well as the jackasses at the Finance Ministry whom, one would have thought, should have been made aware of such purchases. This, if my memory serves me right, is a leaf taken from Reaganomics, where the US Defence Department would purchase materials way above its market price. For example, a simple hammer would be bought for USD500, when the market price was what, USD15! What was that I hear the government echoing “The opposition are stooges for foreign powers?” What a load of crap and a whole load of jackasses!

2. Calling someone or some people jackass/es is very impolite, I agree. But calling them by another word which is actually a corruption of a biological term and now made a derogatory word is even worse! Most friends I have would have called the perpetrators of the above asshole. Now, I am by no means a student of the language, but I do remember that there is no such thing as an asshole, unless they mean the hole at the rear of an ass; an ass here is one of the mule families which are commonly regarded as donkeys. Still, if such is the hole that is intended as a derogatory remark, then the proper spelling would be A-R-S-E. Now, that definitely is a very rude word to use, especially when one intend it for someone else, bearing in mind that out of the arse comes nothing but – pardon me – shit! Certainly then, the people whom I intend to use the remarks for, would rather I would not. Granted! But in the absence of - shall we say - a better word, and taking into consideration of my still unabated fever, leaves me no recourse but to call them jackasses!

There, it’s done! I have gotten it out of my system, but the fever still rage on within me. Which reminds me, a friend whom I was just with, advised me to drink soup. Not just any soup, but Bishop’s Nose, which is supposedly good for my fever. Now, I think he was just teasing me on the whole issue. But after a day of nothing but jackasses, I think not; I’ll just retire for the night or watch Massa in Italy. Now, that guy to me is certainly no jackass.