…well, just this once. I was driven to the use of foul language on my Twitter feed yesterday (I know, I know… even the greatest of us have moments of weakness) when I read about Robert “The Thieving, Murdering Bastard” Mugabe’s birthday celebrations on the BBC:
Zimbabwean President Robert Mugabe has vowed to continue seizing land from white farmers after a spate of “farm invasions” over the past month. Speaking at a rally to celebrate his 85th birthday, he also promised to push for majority Zimbabwean ownership of companies operating in the country.
Mugabe supporters raised $250,000 (£176,000) for a lavish birthday party in Chinhoyi, north-west of Harare.
Zimbabwe asked African states for $2bn (£1.4bn) in economic aid just days ago.
The birthday celebrations come as Zimbabwe struggles with the world’s highest inflation, food shortages and a cholera epidemic which the World Health Organisation says has killed 3,894 people since August last year.
And then the clanger:
Mr Mugabe turned 85 on 21 February but his party is being held a week later.
Oh. My. God. I share my birthday with a tyrant. Okay, it’s not as bad as being called ‘Adolf’ by your parents (and in all fairness, I came within a whisker of being named ‘Austin’), but it’s in the same ballpark.
So for this, and many other reasons (e.g. murder, theft, the ruination of his country, etc.) I’m hoping someone somewhere puts a bullet (or three) in Comrade Bob and rids Africa of one of its more unattractive despots. Before my next birthday.
Gentlemen, the clock is ticking…
And if you need any more motivation, here’s a rather unattractive picture of the old git, courtesy of the BBC: