"Wazzup?" he muttered crossly.
"Well..." the Cow began slowly. "First off, the mayor announces that her being arrested in Mitchell se Complain the other night was 'worse than apartheid'. And while I don't doubt that for her, personally, it probably was, it must have come as an awful slap in the face for all those other Capetonians for whom arrest during apartheid didn't simply mean being taken politely into a police station and booked. 'Attending an illegal gathering' back then meant anything from sustained interrogation to beating, torture or disappearment." The Cow paused.
"And then," she continued, "the Prez has to go and make a comment to the effect that everyone born in Africa is an African. On the one hand that's so obvious it doesn't bear repeating, but can you imagine the implications? All those EE reports that are going to need to be changed, all those personnel records recoded, all those challenges in court to EE policy implementation strategies and appointments..." She rolled her eyes. "If everyone local is now an African, how on earth are selection committees going to apply the policies?"
Gramsci shuddered. Simple enough if one changed the wording of the policy, he supposed, but how many years would it take to walk that through all of the relevant committees to get that in place? And what happened in the meantime?
"Plus," continued the Cow, "Mr Timberland has decided to reinvent himself as Mr Rogue! A pink-paper reading metrosexual, trying to butch it out with macho shoes! Who does he think he's fooling?"
"What colour were his socks?" asked Gramsci nervously. The Cow ignored him.
"Even here!" she roared. "The new look blogspot!"
"What's wrong with that?" asked Gramsci. "The links field might be broken, but there are some cool new features...?"
"Not that!" the Cow spluttered impatiently. "The design of the summary page! The colours! Haven't you noticed? Oranje blanje blou! We're back to the apartheid flag here! We just need a Union Jack and a Vierkleur tucked away somewhere!"
Gramsci looked - and had to admit it was true. "Perhaps we should offer blog space to former staff, then, too?" he suggested. "Perhaps the colour scheme might be comforting to the mayor?