As the biggest floods in living memory hit the Agulhas Plain…
…and farmers try desperately to save their livestock and livelihoods by appealing to the community to come out with small boats and help rescue drowning sheep…
Group member (in the truest sense of the word) Juan Otto shared this:
“You counted them. Poor planning if you ask me (no-one did), [they] knew what was coming.”
In a world that needs far fewer Juan Ottos, don’t be a Juan Otto.
He might be thinking that it was poor planning. You might think the same. And you were both free to voice that opinion, but he chose to and you didn’t. Well done, you.
The bar here is so low that it’s a tripping hazard in hell, but great news: you’re not a twat.
A quick skim of Juan’s timeline reveals – aside from his cell phone number: oops! – the inevitable plaasmoorde links, a love of Steve Hofmeyr, Toyotas, guns and sea fishing, a deep hatred of Jacob Zuma (fair enough), a 2017 post claiming that the Russian nuclear deal had gone through (it never did), and an unhealthy obsession with sharing news of arrests for abalone poaching.
All with a lovely underlying theme of thinly veiled you-know-what.
Amazing. All the usual boxes ticked. I was shocked.
The fact that the warning was upped from a Level 6 to a Level 9 merely hours before the storm hit can’t have helped the farmers. Not that we should blame the meteorologists. These sorts of low pressure areas are volatile and unpredictable and their effects can be extremely localised.
As for the community, they apparently turned out in their numbers to help the two farms worst affected. I haven’t seen a count yet (which will likely upset Juan), but it seems like at least hundreds of animals were saved.
Well done, Struisbaai.
(Not you, Juan.)