Terre’blanche was cut from the same cloth as you, Oscar.
He was given to boasting, vain in all things, narcissistic in the extreme and flying into terrible rages when things didn’t go his way. When I first became aware of your fierce competitiveness in the sporting arena, I was admiring of your steely determination.
When there is achievement of any kind, people cluster around such a man. You came along, the one in your generation that inspired the imagination for the journey each of us takes.
People want so badly to be reminded of idealism, of triumph against all odds.
I have it from a reliable source that you are taking acting lessons for your days in court. Oscar, I look at you mewling and puking in the witness stand.