Friday 15 November 2019

MINISTERIAL HANDBOOK – FILED UNDER FICTION


Aside from ex-president JZ producing a sick note excusing him from attending a commission of enquiry session which might have been embarrassing, local politics pales into insignificance compared to the nonsense unfolding either side of the North Atlantic. Clearly only a small fringe of the hysterical left in America have any interest in the supposed impeachment proceedings against Donald Trump. The US stock markets have never been stronger. Just what is happening in Britain is anyone’s guess and it will be different this afternoon anyway. The rand strengthened too.
So, Moody’s didn’t change their judgement of South Africa’s creditworthiness. But they did indicate that unless things had changed for the better, the next time their analysts checked in at the Fairest Cape for their onerous task of sampling the wine and crayfish, a downgrade was inevitable. Tidemarks is well known for its scepticism towards these “ratings agencies” and likes pointing out both the conundrum of using a multi-rung scale to flag a binary situation (pay versus doesn’t pay) and the inevitable 50% error rate in forecasting. In fact our total outstanding debt as a nation is deeply concerning and default is a possibility even if the current strike at SAA does soon result in the sale of this state asset.
The Ministerial Handbook is in the news again. Reportedly the latest edition of this Guide has taken 9 years to prepare which seems like a long time.  Presumably as well as dealing with ministerial perks, privileges and pocket money it is stuffed with little tips of etiquette like take off your hat inside (if male), don’t seize the parliamentary mace and wave it about however angry you are, behave with dignity and decorum and don’t dress as if you have come to fix the lights. Apparent the big changes concern ministerial travel. There are now limits to what they can spend on a car, which end of an aeroplane they can sit and what to do when the mini bar is empty. Apparently, there has been no mention of why ministers need to travel as much as they do. Especially to exotic climes and venues with lavish shopping facilities. Like school children after an outing we should require our ministers to write us an essay on their return entitled What I Did on my Trip.
The financial structure of Dr Iqbal Surve’s empire is deliberately difficult to value which suggests that it is probably worth far less than claimed. Amazingly none of the authorities responsible for protecting the public against financial flim-flam, has yet done very much. But then Dr Surve claims friendship and association with many powerful folks. Nevertheless, (and this is the funny bit -- unless it’s your money) an investment manager who has lost significant amounts buying Surve’s shares over the past few years has now instituted proceedings to try and reclaim it. A spokesman for the fast collapsing empire has described the claim as “preposterous, vexatious, laughable and without merit”. This delightful choice of words deserves a wider audience because it is true, but only because the money in question has surely long since disappeared “in unusual directions”.
Catching our eye this week was the National Empowerment Fund which, with a word like that in its title, probably involves a race-based selection of beneficiaries for hand-outs. None more so than its CEO who reportedly is on a salary package 50% larger that the President’s. That’s very empowering but maybe not what the original promoter of the program had in mind.
It seems that there are many explanations for why today is called (or ought not to be) Black Friday as there are retailers hoping for a surge of shoppers through their doors and websites. That would be fine and dandy and only of peripheral interest to those of us who apart from the biltong shop and the bottle store don’t “do” much in the way of shopping. We are however alarmed by the inexorable growth in debt both private and public as the shopping sprees and state hand-outs continue unabated.
There was no Tidemarks last week and so I relinquished the opportunity to heap scorn on the England rugby team for almost everything they did on November 2nd. Their behaviour was however soon eclipsed by scenes of the ‘bok scrumhalf dressed only in underpants handing a beer to the Queen’s grandson. Way to go Faf! Who expects protocol in a rugby dressing room anyway?
James Greener
Friday 15th November 2019