The Americans describe a douchebag as a contemptible person, typically a man.
In Namibia we have an acute oversupply of douchebags. They straddle most spheres of society but there are levels to this sh*t.
Because of speeding drunk-driving assholes, we are the leader in road deaths per 100 000 inhabitants. Nufupreneurs who can’t control their GTis but push it as hard as it can go should be stopped, thrown out of their vehicles and be forced to hop on to TransNamib’s uber-effective trains.
I have a warning for these douchebags: Leave early. Stick to the speed limit and be polite on the road unless you want to die.
Emona hostel, the brainchild of one Sakeus Edward Shanghala and others, sells coffin-sized pigeon holes at a premium as accommodation to students at between N$2 250 and N$2 600 per unit. Shanghala, who was law reform commissioner before acrimoniously being appointed as attorney general, and his part-time civil servant/full-time scumbag chommies decided to relieve parents and students of their hard-earned cash and profit from the housing crisis while they were supposed to make laws and policies to alleviate the crisis.
Knowledge ‘Ignorance’ Katti is the queen of Namibia’s nouveau riche.
The full-time shyster and part-time tenderpreneur, who faked buying a town, for years profited from Namibia’s nonexistent oil reserves by shuffling papers between his friend Imms Mulunga and oil-chasing foreign investors.
Are you still friends, hoeka?
Sometimes he wouldn’t even pay the fees due to government for the blocks he claimed but his friends would look the other way.
This dimwit who runs his mouth on everything has quite a large following of equally thin-brained aspirational poephols. He enjoys entertaining his followers and telling them to “go to Bahrain this weekend. There is a lot of business deals to be done” while they can’t even afford Aweh Lite. But I guess paying the medical expenses of the would-be president allows you to become Namibia’s douchebag in chief.
I can’t call you commission-grabber-in-chief any more since your marriage with mines officials landed on the rocks and your BRT omajova oil got flushed down the toilet.
Let’s hope Ignorance will not profit from his on-again-off-again relationship with minister Obeth Kandjoze. Phosphate se moer, man!
His Dopiness said he would make sure all Kombat residents will have Wi-Fi, not knowing these people’s poverty is so deep that they might not even be able to afford smart phones or computers. But Katti’s worst kind of douchbaggery was rubbing people’s poverty in their faces. This is poor form, especially if you got rich playing dice with their actual or perceived resources.
Ignorance recorded himself driving around in Windhoek’s slums in an expensive vehicle with the roof down while playing ‘It’s a Hard Knock Life’ on full blast. He further proved his lack of intelligence by posting it on social media.
This is contemptible behaviour of such low class that it makes Nangolo Mbumba look like a real classy guy.
Whatever expensive imported soap you wash your greasy ass with will not wash away the stench of new money. Foolish fool!
Designing and or driving a brand new Toyota Hilux that looks like a plastic toy car qualifies you for a special Parra-Parra klap.
The emasculation of the traditionally rugged staple of Namibian roads has been going on for far too long. We need a man’s Hilux.
I wonder if these modern ‘bakkies’ would even survive 10% of the tests that legendary red Hilux went through on ‘Top Gear’.
The all-new Hilux is about as manly as a femidom wearing stilettos and a tutu. Killing the planet in the city while looking a right douche is the epitome of douchbaggery.
Its face looks like the aborted foetus of a Toyota Corolla and a Nissan Patrol.
Over the hill piss poor teams always attract scumbag fans because glory hunting is a favourite douchebag pastime.
Murdering your girlfriend, trying to hide the remains, attempting to skip town but getting tracked down while wearing your favourite English football team’s shirt should win you a t-shirt with the words ‘I’m a Dumb Violent Scumbag’ emblazoned on it. Inevitably it’s a Manchester United shirt.
Over-taxing the poor and calling it solidarity tax is enough to win you a medal made from fresh human faeces in a plastic bag and will be poured over your head. N$78 000 per year in Namibia, especially Windhoek, is not a high income.
It might be above average, because Namibian employers like slavery, but it’s not a high income. Not if you pay rent of N$4 000 for a shoebox sized backyard room and pay taxis N$10 per ride.
A loaf of bread costs over N$10. Municipal services are becoming more unaffordable by the year. You tax cellphone credit that the poorest use, at 15%.
That’s extreme douchbaggery.
Professor Roman Grynberg of Unam says we should rather tax the sh*t out of alcohol. Did you hear, Calle Schlettwein?
Don’t be a douchebag.
