220 of 608 properties match your filters. Clear all filters I fail to understand the back-slapping, the congratulations winging their way from one continent to another, the overwhelming sense of achievement and attainment when nothing and absolutely nothing has changed. I would understand if these brave heroes had marched, placards in hand and megaphones blasting down the streets of Bulawayo or yet, better still down the streets of Salisbury telling the butcher of innocent men, women and children that they have neither forgotten nor forgiven him and his cabal for those acts of inhumanity against them. Then I too would join the throng, the happy and merry band of men back slapping and congratulating for then there would be no room to deny their bravery, then there would be no room to deny the risks and potential sacrifices that these fellows would have taken. Congratulations would well and trully be in order. But as it turns out this was no act of bravery, with few or little risks associated with the activity other than perhaps the chill of London in early spring (and for those so inclined too many Mcburgers from just down the road). While these fellows were milling in The Strand, six thousand miles away Fist of Fury's attempts to steal an election were in full swing, his thugs were dorning their hob-nailed boots, dusting their sjamboks, machetes, knobkerries and other paraphenalia of torture preparing to maim fellow citizens for daring to stick up two fingers at Fist of Fury.While cameras were whirring away and websites being up-dated with the latest photos from the demo inflation was slowly but surely climbing to astronomically telephone number figures. While the world's eyes were being sought, the suffering of the people continues unabated.