Bronstein shrugged. "It's apparently none of our business how many children he spawns," he sighed, "though not everybody agrees with that view!"
"I suppose expecting consistency of one's leaders is a bit much," the Cow mused. "Urging people to practice safer sex, and then clearly engaging in some bareback activity himself..."
"Perhaps he had a shower afterward?" suggested Bronstein. "If it kills HIV, it must kill semen?"
"More likely he was sending a veiled threat to his new wife," the Cow proposed. "Showing how easy it would be to replace her, since he has all these women gagging for him!"
"Gagging, I can understand," Bronstein shuddered. "I can't understand how anyone would find something sexy if it looked like a rabid potato with false teeth!"
"Wasn't it Kissinger who stated that power was an aphrodisiac?" asked the Cow. "He must also have wondered how he ever got lucky! But..." she paused. "Of more concern to me is this new discourse of parenthood."
"You mean," Bronstein asked nervously, "uMalume's not going to stop spawning until he has literally fathered a nation?"
The Cow rolled her eyes dramatically. "No! Although, given his selection for the inner circle at Copenhagen, you'd think he'd be a little more sensitive to ecological issues than irresponsible overbreeding. But no, I was referring more to this framing of him by Malema as the Father of the Nation."
"Maybe Jules is setting him up for a blind date with the Mugger, uh, Mother of the Nation, Jennifer Hudson?"
"You mean Winnie?" laughed the Cow. "Well, that's not too far off. I was thinking of the other national father - Idi Amin, Dada."