Obviously the great clunking fist being roundly ridiculed over his Tobin Tax must hurt ZanuLabour. The final proof – as if proof were somehow needed; that the international community have recognised that Zanu Labour is bereft of life, nailed to its perch and pushing up daises. But there is a greater reason for the tears in the eyes of many a ZanuLabour supporter today, an overwhelming sadness of the heart. It was twenty years ago today that the dream died, that history betrayed them. The hopes of endless congresses on the Production of tractors and Brown Coal supply died. The power of one in fifty spying on the public died, of endless reports on the publics thought and speech reported and filed away in vast barns of surveillance. The sword and shield of the party died. The dreams of endless beige walls in government concrete office complexes died.

Feel their pain as the footage is shown on TV, as they sip from their DDR 40th Anniversary Bakelite Mugs whilst wiping their tears on their genuine Grenztruppen DILAC Hats. Why oh why didn’t the boarder guards just shoot? The survivors could have been re-educated; the economy just needed time for another plan. The State loved you, the state knew better than you; the state had a system that you pitiful fools just didn’t understand. Why oh why did this model of perfection die? To be a Labour supporter on this day of days “The catastrophe” is to truly know sorrow.

And then revel in this pain. But don’t revel too long. Because George Romero like, ZanuLabour are trying to re-animate the corpse.