analysisBy Richard Poplak
Pity the fools stuck in the ANC's Siyanqoba rally, dancing to the same old songs and listening to the same old speeches. In Pretoria's Atteridgeville, Julius Malema threw a party to end all parties. It was an EFF-ing blast, and it should serve as a reminder to the country: Juju is going nowhere, and he'll be making kings, if not wearing the crown himself, for many, many years to come.
Let's see if we can stop time for a moment and grab some close-ups:
Up above, a chopper circling in a flawless autumn sky. A sign is raised on the concrete balcony of the Lucas Masterpieces Moripe Stadium that reads: Diepkloof Ward 125. A wooden coffin is borne aloft by ten dancing Fighters, and inside an effigy of Jacob Zuma. A butternut skewered on a long stick--another representation of the President. (His head is said to resemble this tasty vegetable, which has turned out to be something of a boon for the nation's cartoonists). A young woman stuffed into EFF coveralls sits on the back of a Triumph Daytona sport bike, staring out at 28,000 red berets. Five large men wearing shades--always with the shades--lean against a...