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Macky want 16 PNM houses from Garcia
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RAMJOHN ALI |
Evening shadows were lengthening on Thursday
as I bounced in the old Arouca bar, on short-notice invitation
from Rudevin and Rampee, and there to greet me were my two old
rum-drinking pardners with an almost full bottle of Old Oak White
rum standing majestically and invitingly for tusty folks such
as I.
Greetings were dispensed with quick, quick so we could get down
to the serious business at hand, which was to lick up the liquors
and add to the coffers of an ungrateful Angostura (which is another
story soon to be told).
Rudevin, saying that it his first drink for the day, set himself
on the way to heights one time, by lashing two long pants drinks
one after the other, belching some loud breaahs and rocking back
in his chair.
Rampee, the “UNC Forever” man, went straight into
the politics.
Hear him: “Flags boy, we now have the real combination of
heavy rollers in the party to mash up the PNM, which don’t
know anything else but squandermania and corruption.
“You see how we have it now? Ramesh Maharaj, Jack Warner,
Winston Dookeran and Basdeo Panday.
“That is the Awesome Foursome. They cyar stop we at all.
So what you think, Flags? What you think? Manning and dem have
any chance?”
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From
left: RAMESH MAHARAJ, JACK WARNER
and BASDEO PANDAY. Politics indeed has a
twisted morality of its own. Kyah! Kyah! Kyah!
The
mysterious Dr. Low the Leaker. Heh! Heh! Heh!
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Well
breds, Rampee was going to continue in his enthusiasm but hushed
his mouth one time when he saw the sour look on my face.
“What Awesome Foursome you talking about? You sure you have
Dookeran in that?
You counting egg in fowl bottom, or what?
“You ain’t have Winston in that yet. He might be sorfie,
sorfie, but he certainly is not a fool.”
Well boy, this get Rampee vex right away.
“So if we don’t have the Awesome Foursome, what is it
we have?” he barked.
To which the Flags replied straight off the backfoot: “What
allyuh have is the three other men changing colours like “24-hours”,
saying one thing today and another thing tomorrow.
“They is really a set of twist mouth, forked-tongued two-timers,
headed by the Original Twistmouth himself, Ramesh Lawrence Maharaj,
and when they tell you to stand up, you must take off like a bullet
and run for your life.
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“So you know what the UNC have? They have the Twistmouth
Threesome.”
Kyah! Kyah! Kyah!
Well, Rudevin buss out laughing and started to carry on
with all manner of oh gad, oh gad, hold mih, hold mih, ah
want to bawl, ah go dead, until I stopped him with this
one:
“Don’t laugh too much, you know, Rudevin, because
I think you PNM people have it worse, with the dictator
Patrick Mugabe Manning becoming more authoritarian and arrogant
than ever.
“When he talk, not a dog bark, whether the dog black,
white or brown. He has people in the party, and even worse,
the Cabinet, living in fear of opposing him.
“Man, not even a dog pee without his permission. Ask
Martin Joseph if you think I lie.” Hee! Hee! Hee!
With this said, silence fell on the table, but not for long,
because everybody “padded up” and we were back
on track again.
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McDONALD
PADMORE ...
CEPEP rank
-puller in PNM.
NOEL
GARCIA ...
CEO of HDC.
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Hear Rampee: “So Flags, what was really happening with you
this last rounds?”
To which the Flagsman replied: “Many things, including checking
out on those radio talk show hosts.
“Two of them, in particular, are going to run into serious
problems. The first one is Umbala, that old resigned goat, who
mutilates Shakespeare with the same flair as he does the English
language.
“And the other is the Big Bottom Gladiator, a semi-literate,
who is the mortal enemy of English Grammar and Syntax.”
In their shows, they entertain a lot of race talk, and seem to
forget that they openly identify with the PNM, thereby negatively
affecting the chances of their party attracting, as Mugabe Manning
wants, “some good Indians”.
While Umbala’s show may have some more sobriety to it, the
Gladiator’s is a hodge-podge of items, from promoting foreign
and local shows, to selling all sorts of weird political ideas
to what one caller blasted as “a handful of regular callers,
the same illiterate callers every day.”
By the way, if anyone is curious as to how these pensioners and
poor people can keep on calling all the radio and even TV talk
shows from morning to night, it is the Gladiator who bussed the
mark last year when he was vex with the PNM.
He say they does go to Balisier House every month and collect
$500 each for their telephone bill.
And talk is that this sum is likely to double soon, as we gear
for election, because the PNM now has money to burn.
Check out the Flagsman for more details soon!
But shockingly, apart from running a fish market-style show, Big
Barty Gladdy has now introduced a government housing agency, where
callers this Thursday morning gone were calling Noel Garcia, CEO
of government’s Housing Development Company (HDC) who was
in the studio, to plead for houses, including one for that obnoxious
Miss Tunapuna caller.
And there was Macky (PNM activist, Macdonald Padmore, with two
lucrative CEPEP contracts, and we hear he is actively seeking
two more).
Macky didn’t feel no shame to tell Garcia on the public
radio that he has a list of 16 single-parent mothers to send to
the HDC boss for him to provide urgent government housing.
Sixteen in one blow!
Imagine that!
And they not even trying to hide it!
The Flagsman finds that Garcia should now base his office at the
studios of Power 102 and let the PNM fanatics call in for houses
free sheet.
Hah! Hah! Hah!
Another interesting thing, I told Rudevin and Rampee I had unearthed,
was the existence of a mysterious doctor at the San Fernando General
Hospital, who had been leaking confidential hospital documents
to certain elements in the media.
This doctor, whom I understand from top sources is a true-true
“UNC Doctor”, because he makes generous contributions
to the “Indian” party, is also known to be a low,
greedy, heartless, money-hungry doctor, who serves God and Mammon
at the same time.
This doctor is known in closed circles as Dr. Low the Leaker.
But more on that, too, soon.
Heh! Heh! Heh!
To my few fans and long-standing detractors, I have run out of
space, but I must say that it’s nice to be back.
So ’till next week, be of good cheer, in spite of the sourness
and blight hanging over this nation, and with or without Viagra
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Keep those flags flying!
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