"Gmf!" mumbled Gramsci. "You can tell they're posting from Canada or Australia! No way do we have that kind of bandwidth available locally!"
The Cow concurred. Most of them seemed to need a reason to justify their having given up the sunny climes for the icy Canadian wastes, or the barren Australian outback, and posted to remind - or convince - themselves they'd done the right thing in leaving. "Crime", they all muttered. "AIDS. Loony Manto. Corruption. Shaik, Zuma, Yengeni."
And then, of course, the sensible-shoes-and-long-skirt brigade trotted out PC denialism to counter their mutterings. "Of course they're exaggerating!" these ones proclaimed. "Of course Manto was never suggesting replacing ARVs with amadumbi and garlic!"
Which was a bit odd, as Gramsci swore blind that was exactly what she had said, adding that ARVs were toxic, just to confuse matters a little more.
"Can't they just find some real things to be happy about, instead of fighting disinformation with more disinformation?" sighed the Cow dramatically. "Like what?" asked Gramsci, muttering darkly about strangled Google searches.
"Well, like how 40 years ago today, Dimitri Tsafendas stabbed Hendrik Frensch Verwoerd to death in Parliament. Remarkably, the 'national mood' at the time was one of mourning. Today, any parliamentarian taken off the gravy train would be cause for celebration, no matter which party had put them there originally."
"Ah!" Gramsci could see where this was going. "So all those knifemen out there threatening the Tony Leons at the gates to their expensive mansions in Houghton are really not adding to the crime rate they bleat about - they're really building the national project by freeing us of political parasites!"
Now, he muttered, if only he could get enough bandwidth, he'd put up a post of his own...