You cannot trust anything Mantashe says. His effusions closely resembles one of those figures powered by a blowers near our freeways, chaotically waving their air-filled limbs and head this way and that. You know that it will stay roughly in place, but no predictions beyond a few seconds as to which way it will tilt or flap. The air that comes out has no significance other than a propellant. Were he to escape the blower, he would immediately collapse.