Agatha, that darkly luscious Daughter of Africa,
short-skirtedly provocating was sitting down bad, to put it diplomatically,
with a fat business printed out on danger-red underwear and provoking,
nay torturing, Rudevin to no end.
Rampee, the UNC fanatic, was locked in battle,
as usual, with the equally PNM fanatic, Black Pat, and Gunbelt,
the sassy young dude man from WASA was refereeing the scene,
while eyeing a young t’ing who was talking to the barman,
while leaning over the counter and cocking up her bam bam manifestly
rudely.
The Flagsman was chilling out and quietly digesting
the ratiray, which I saw was heading for bacchanal and kankatang.
Hear Rampee: “You see the crime situation
in this nation, it could never done, not with
all this seta police and army people joining
the band of criminals and kidnappers.
“It seems as though everyday, they catching
a police or army man selling guns, or uniforms or even going
out with the criminals themselves to put down robbery, drug delivery
or kidnappings.
“When a country reach that stage, I would
tell you that nothing can be done to bring it back.”
And turning to Black Pat, he spat out contemptuously: “Not
even Benny Hinn, Manning’s friend. The last time Hinn came
down here some years ago, he said it was the most amount of demons
he had ever cast out in any country.
“Well boy, this time it will be so much,
it will be a legion of demons.
“And that will include many corrupted
government officials and their friends and family, who are feeding
like hogs from the treasury of oil and gas dollars.
“When this government changes, plenty
of them will be making big jail, and even if they run to hide
abroad, we bringing back both the money and the thieves.
“So let the demons enjoy the ride while
they may, because big jail will be waiting for them.”
Black Pat was getting vex and he put it to
Rampee: “Before you start to think about jail for PNM,
you better start making space in Golden Grove for plenty of UNC
people, including some very high people, whose bottom winking
and cutting 11-inch nail right now.”
Heh! Heh! Heh!
Rampee let that one conveniently ride, diverting
back to the crime situation:
“I feel that the only way for crime to
stop is for all convicted killers, especially gun killers, and
especially the youths, to be hanged in the Queen’s Park
Savannah, the Ato Boldon Stadium and Skinner Park, or the Tsunami
Stadium, if too much racket and cost over-runs -- the same thing,
isn’t it? -- don’t leave the last-named hanging in
the air.
“We must also have public whippings and
cutting off the penis for sex crimes.
“That will teach wicked people a lesson,
not praying for the nation.
“We done cry enough tears and we done
pray enough.
“Time to get serious people, like Ramesh
Lawrence Maharaj, and lick up criminals from a side.
“Furthermore, it is time the police to
start bringing in more people dead ‘after the smoke clears’,
just like in the days of feared ace crime fighter Randolph Burroughs.
“That will go a long way towards lessening
the criminal population and ease up the criminal justice system.
“Neither prayers nor Benny Hinn casting
out devils can help this nation at this critical hour.
“Go after the criminals and the little
teenage ‘bad boys’ with only one intention … wipe
out all of them, and let their mothers come and say after, ‘he
was a good boy, he never was in no trouble, he used to go to
church’.
The criminals have this country under their
heels and they are crushing us into the dust with every passing
day.
“The time for eliminating them is now,
with no questions asked!”
I had wanted, among other things, to also write
this week about the Digicel juggernaut, which is gathering momentum
and crushing the wicked and evil TSTT demon, which has been torturing
this country and sucking out its lifeblood mercilessly for years.
But I’ll have to leave for another time
that and other things -- including a new development in the “cover-up” of
the Mysterious money-hungry, satanic Dr. Low, attached to the
San Fernando General Hospital, who has been leaking highly confidential
hospital files to certain elements in the media, with premeditated
malice.
But more next time, because space has run out
on me.
So take Viagra, Cialis or bois bande and have
sex to your heart’s content this long weekend (but remember,
man cyar kill nanipoopooloo, Kyah! Kyah! Kyah!) and …
Keep those flags flying!
