Politricks.

Some folks drink hot liquor,have vigourous sex for hours,sniff some hot materials,spend an hour working out in the pool with a voluptous XXX mamita then attend a press conference before going onto a 4 hour meeting to talk about realty and the finer aspects of hiving off a prime chunk of soon to be non-government land.Some even take the time of to sell a prime hotel without asking the owner(s).
Others spend the night trawling for hookers with exotic services,later they go fishing for more various uninhibited daughters of the night(and day) .After which they go home to fight with the wife and mutter all kinds of unsavoury sh*t about the president and his bastard political children.
More often the majority goes to bed with a headache,wakes up to evade tax,rushes to solve while creating more problems,has a massive desire for desires then is caught up with the tax man and his 16% VAT (Value added tax?) weapon.After being thoroughly robbed at the supermarket,they trudge home in a rickety shack with an engine with 14 other miserable souls.The rickety shack sees the latest Mercedes pass by,has a momentary seizure and then discovers the occupant of the Merc as the guy last seen 'working out' with a voluptous individual at a pool in a known location.

The guy(s) that did that song f*ck the police should press for a record deal to do the sequel;f*ck the politicians,harder.
Kimunya resigned(the stupid zit).He had promised to die before he did it.
Last I heard he could still breathe.Cheapo!

Finance ministers have been known to be a rather corrupt lot.I am not surprised.They supply money to some of the most corrupt individuals in the history of man!