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being 85 on a Saturday

So a certain president in a soon to be formerly troubled southern African soon to be powerhouse turned 85 on the 21st of February.

I am sure it was the first happy birthday in a while, what with all the crazy things that having happening in that country. But it isnt like he can go to club or something like that because frankly speaking being 85 is not much fun.

Well you might want it to be fun but it is terribly hard to imagine this esteemed gentleman getting down to DJ Cleo’s How low can you go. Add to that the fact that he probably thinks it is all just pointless noise.

Mind you he just has no ideas what Saturdays are anymore. Mind you with the way the economy has been for the last couple of years the people of that southern African country generally cant tell what day of the week it is because they have to work all days including imaginary days.

Ah but then he did get to 85 which is more than one can say for loads of people and among them including those who wish he was still-born. Laws of nature will tell you that this would have not mattered because if it hadn’t been him it would have been someone else. That is just how things work you see.

So being 85, well, I don’t know what to think of it. Mind you he is not like the average geriatric whose main characteristic other than taking a shit in their own pants includes falling asleep in the middle of a word, never mind sentence.

It is hard.

So have a glass old guy. You deserve it. Especially after the last ten years you totally deserve it.