JUSTICE MALALA: A president who trumps Zuma

Don’t do a double take. I am writing this sitting at my desk in Santa Monica, California, surveying the gyrations of the great and mighty US of A. Or are those Vladimir Putin’s puppet strings I see? Whatever it may be, it’s not a pretty sight. Except for the fact that the economy is booming and unemployment is below 5%. As I said three weeks ago (pay attention, people), I won’t be writing about restaurants and Jacob "God’s Gift to Satire" Zuma any more. Zuma’s gone, thank God. I will miss him. Remember when he couldn’t quite get his head around the fact that showers don’t protect you against HIV? Or around that humungous amount of money the state paid Mala Mala in that rather interesting land claim? Oh, he’s also the guy who hired and kept Faith Muthambi. I absolutely don’t believe in capital punishment, but Zuma’s appointments make a very persuasive case for that sort of thing. I am sorry. I digress, again. That restaurant review gig was a nice job while I had it. I have been in th...