There was once a “whaling station” on our Bluff, across Durban harbour.
My minnowish writings to the press are only intended to have some fun with punctuation marks, commas, and exclamation marks.
It’s great to realise that at last, others – especially the very learned big fish – are also seeing the tiny, sardine-sized hieroglyphics being shed by insignificant tadpoles like me, in a temporary, potholed pool. Perchance, some of these freshwater, salty tears could also have reached and risen up, by capillary action and surface tension, to reach Capitol Hill, in Washington.
It seems poor Biden’s 81-year-old backside is now against the wall as he also pleads, after six months of collectively engineered genocide, with his star-spangled hat in hand, for Maha-Fanatic Netanyahu, to: “Please, cuzzie, please, these…