Wednesday, February 20, 2013

Reeva's Tragedy



A beautiful woman, a raging maniac and an unbelievable killing.  Fiction of the best kind?  Unfortunately not.  It's the true story of this gorgeous woman whose only mistake in life was to fall in love with a killer.  And to add insult to injury he would now have us believe that he mistook her for a burglar, that he was so paranoid he assumed the intruder was cowering in terror in the bathroom, in the shape of a beautiful woman he had just beaten and terrorized.  Yeah, sure, tell us another one Oscar and see if we swallow it.  My take on this is that he was out of control for a long time, and in a jealous rage began assaulting her, she ran to the bathroom in total panic and locked the door.  He decided to teach her a lesson she'd never forget and began firing at her through the bathroom door, hitting the helpless, terrorized woman three times.  I think this man, this so called hero for the handicapped, was a walking time bomb.  He was full of drugs and hatred, and never came to terms with his disability.  If he was so paranoid about burglars (the so called crime wave in Johannesburg) why didn't he install a great security system?  He was loaded, he could have afforded the best and yet he did nothing except sleep with a gun under his bed or whetever the heck he put it.  The evidence against him is so overwhelming, his lawyers had no choice but to cook up this cockamanny story.  He should go to jail for the rest of his life, this coward, who can't even own up like a man to what he really did to this tragic beauty.

Saturday, February 2, 2013

New York Mourns a Piece of its Soul




We lost Ed Koch yesterday, and the city he adored and gave so much to, is in deep mourning today, because nobody symbolized the spirit of the great Apple more than the irrepressible, feisty, outrageous and controversial, Ed Koch.  He was the city in all its essense, great, tough, hard working, ambitious and daring.  He was an icon, our icon, this funny, opinionated man who pulled us from the fiscal abyss once, and showed us that first and foremost, we were New Yorkers and we could overcome anything.  Love him or hate him, despise him or admire him, he was unique, a real original; and we had grown accustomed so seeing his funny face everywhere, this omnipresent man who made himself a part of our lives for so many years.  By living for so long and by enjoying his life so completely, he gave us a sense of continuity, almost of immortality.  We watched him age and grow physically frailer, but the sharp intellect, irrelevance and feistiness continued.  Like our city, he aged on his feet, falling and getting up again with iron will and defiance.  And now he's gone, making his exit from this world almost on cue (in typical Koch fashion) by leaving us just as the documentary about his life and legacy was about to be shown, .  We're now taking full measure of the man and the tributes will be many, but his greatest gift to us will always be the joy and pride he took in the city and its people.  "How am I doing?" was his trademark and the response will always be "Great Ed, you're doing great."