'You are rude': McKenzie slams DA MP Jacobs' conduct in parliamentary meetings
'Jacobs knows that I haven't breached any act or law, hence he's talking about ethics. My ethics and his are different. We are not dealing with what he feels and what I feel. The act allows me to appoint Eugene Botha,' McKenzie said.
'I've breached no act. The PA is not the first party and certainly will not be the last party to do that. Your party in the Western Cape is riddled. When you say I've done something wrong, quote the act, not your feelings.'
McKenzie also addressed Jacobs' conduct during the meeting, referencing a previous committee meeting where Jacobs grilled Safa president Danny Jordaan over his leadership and travel expenses.
'What I will never allow is for this honourable member to speak when I'm speaking. On a personal level, I want him to know that when he showed Danny Jordaan his finger, I will never allow him to do that to me. I respect you; respect me. When you speak, I am obliged to listen, and when I speak, you should listen. You should not come in as you feel. You can only interject with a point of order through the chairperson.
'You are rude. I will never stand for this rudeness of Jacobs.'
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