THERE are three destructive elements hell-bent on destroying everything that gives us cause to cling to some vestige of pride in this fair city, and this all for political expediency, to feed their bloated egos and to hell with the wellbeing of the people who pay them.
Cheeky Watson and his politically motivated cohorts, "administrators" who are purported to be committed to advancing the cause of Eastern Province rugby, are making a mockery of our rugby with the hasbeens, the wannabes, the never-will-bes and the small handful of genuinely talented young players who make up the motley bunch that is the Kings rugby squad. So we have Watson's crude, incomprehensible machinations to sneak the Kings into Super Rugby, despite the fact that they can't even make it into the Cinderella Currie Cup competition, and they depose last year's cup winners from Super Rugby.
His justification? The promotion of the game for the "previously disadvantaged" in the Eastern Cape and, it seems, Argentina or anywhere else he can pick up the unwanted, unknown or ageing players, regardless of their origins, thereby going against his stated policy of recruiting only "home-grown" players!
We are exhorted to support this farce and fill the white elephant on the lake, while Watson burns rugby pride in the Eastern Province to the ground.
Can you imagine the outcome of a match between the Canterbury Crusaders and the Kings?
Watson and his pompous crew should leave cloud cuckoo land and migrate to a desert island.
Then there is Nceba Faku, who is doing everything possible to wreck what is left of the Nelson Mandela Bay Metropolitan Municipality when they are so ably cocking it up without his destructive, misplaced interference while he pursues his nemesis, incumbent mayor Zanoxolo Wayile.
With a past that almost matches the president's, he should hang his head in shame under the weight of his countless alleged misdemeanours, slink off and apply for the position of mayor of that travesty of decency being built in KwaZuma.
Lastly, that bunch of inept so-called managers at City Hall and the equally fat-cat irrelevant councillors will surely put together enough hefty pall-bearers when the time comes – soon – to bury the remains of a once proud, beautiful city. It will have been murdered by a morally and financially bankrupt lot whose last act of folly must surely be raping the budget for the sake of a football tournament in which "the dancing boys" qualify to play, only by default.
But no, when the ANC delegates live it up in Mangaung and elect to carry on leaderless, rudderless and perennially amoral, the NMBM mob will breathe a huge sigh of relief and carry on bungling and stealing under this happy band of the corrupted and totally absurd, over-indulged and totally out of control custodians of this "democracy".
These people should go, voted out by those still impoverished and deprived who put them there, but this we all know is wishful thinking.
We have to wait until the total collapse of services, and then pray that South Africa has an effective leader and the Bay can rise from the ashes
Au revoir, Nelson Mandela Bay. Au revoir rugby.
Don Calder, St Francis Bay