Do you find it amusing when babies are hired for R20 a day to sit on the corner and beg until the skin under their feet start to bleed because of the hot tar?
Do you find it amusing when girls stand begging on the roads because they are addicted to drugs, or have nowhere else to go?
Why is it that the average 16 year old can go and buy alcohol whenever it pleases him/her?
Did we laugh when we heard that not even one matric student got a distinction in Limpopo last year?
Do we laugh when we see the Sunday rapist’s court case being delayed for weeks on end?
Is it funny to see criminals get away with murder because of our justice system? Not guilty until found guilty. Just great.
Do we laugh when we come home and find that we have been robbed blind?
Do we throw a party when we hear that a father first hangs his 5 year old son, and then hangs himself?
We are all very willing to pay tax and see so much of it go to waste.
Do we high five each other when we hear of ANOTHER brutal farm murder? If there are no farms, then you have no food. It is as simple as this.
I can myself when an innocent citizen is murdered for a phone and R10 in his wallet.
Don’t we all just love it when taxis force themselves in front of you after driving straight over a red robot? I smiled at a taxi driver when he drove towards us in oncoming traffic. I bet he had a good excuse why he was putting our lives in danger.
Why is it that nothing has been done about rape in our country? Why did you have to wait until a girl’s intestines were found next to her? Why did she have to suffer like this?
Is it a pleasant sight to see another family destroyed?
Strikes, murder, rape, hungry children, pathetic education system, rape, permanent “cost of living” increases, theft, rape, drugs, hijackings, rape.
Does this all not matter to you?
We demand proof of what is being done about this.
Is it nice to see your country in a state beyond repair? I sincerely hope you understand what sarcasm is. This article is a good example. So, Government, why are you smiling?
Your sad South Africans