Journalists spread their legs and bent over for Julius Malema at press conference in Luthuli House, Johannesburg, 8 April 2010.
I suppose we should have seen it coming. The press has after all been wooing and lavishing attention on Julius Malema by giving him more column centimeters than he deserves.
And, finally when he invited some of them to his Luthuli House bedroom (press conference) to parrot his hero Robert Mugabe, they caved in quicker than a Rosebank hooker seeing a tourist walk towards her.
He gang banged the whole lot of them. And, by the sounds of the giggling (as heard on Radio 702 and SABC 3 News), they seemed to be enjoying it.
Not one of them protested when he swore at ("bastard") and threw BBC journalist Jonah Fisher out of the press conference. No, they flaccidly lay on their backs in heat waiting to see what Malema was going to do next to titillate them. They didn't have the energy, nor moral fibre to support the maligned Fisher and walk out in solidarity with him. Perhaps they couldn't hear because their knees were firmly against their ears and Malema was whispering "bastard", "agent" which must have drowned out his "kill the boer, kill the farmer" vitriol.
They had a second chance to protest after Malema tore into them. They just took it and giggled like a masochistic harem and spread their legs even wider and bent over even further as he ravished them inch by stupid inch.
They had an ideal opportunity to walk out and show Malema that they had too much self-respect to listen to him as he lost his last marble.
They didn't because they were enjoying the porn show they had created way too much.
I suppose we should have seen it coming. The press has after all been wooing and lavishing attention on Julius Malema by giving him more column centimeters than he deserves.
And, finally when he invited some of them to his Luthuli House bedroom (press conference) to parrot his hero Robert Mugabe, they caved in quicker than a Rosebank hooker seeing a tourist walk towards her.
He gang banged the whole lot of them. And, by the sounds of the giggling (as heard on Radio 702 and SABC 3 News), they seemed to be enjoying it.
Not one of them protested when he swore at ("bastard") and threw BBC journalist Jonah Fisher out of the press conference. No, they flaccidly lay on their backs in heat waiting to see what Malema was going to do next to titillate them. They didn't have the energy, nor moral fibre to support the maligned Fisher and walk out in solidarity with him. Perhaps they couldn't hear because their knees were firmly against their ears and Malema was whispering "bastard", "agent" which must have drowned out his "kill the boer, kill the farmer" vitriol.
They had a second chance to protest after Malema tore into them. They just took it and giggled like a masochistic harem and spread their legs even wider and bent over even further as he ravished them inch by stupid inch.
They had an ideal opportunity to walk out and show Malema that they had too much self-respect to listen to him as he lost his last marble.
They didn't because they were enjoying the porn show they had created way too much.
Unfortunately, it was more of a snuff movie. In this instance, journalistic dignity, self-respect and integrity died when these weaklings chose to ignore the serious slight to a fellow journalist and to themselves.
The National Press Club should have these flaccid journalists up in front of an ethics committee to explain their lack of backbone. Not only should Julius Malema apologise to Jonah Fisher, these weaklings should apologise to Jonah Fisher and the country.
