In this land, it appears as though Mr. Jagdeo is the only official who can speak and speak freely, even if he is indulging in hypocrisy as he frequently does.
This time he has leveled some pretty heavy accusations, accusations lacking in evidentiary support against the opposition AFC party as being linked to individuals in the illegal drug trade...excuse me Bharrat but WHATTTTTT??
Does the name Roger Khan mean anything to you Mr. President? The known drug lord that your government allegedly gave permission to purchase spy equipment, the same Roger Khan that aided your government in the 2002-2004 crime free that threatened the very existence of life in Guyana.
Talk about hypocrisy.
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Wednesday, March 4, 2009
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Boring, Boring...Budget Debates are so boring
Earlier I was one for the live broadcasting of sittings of the National Assembly but I've recently been given a harsh reminder why for some, things are good the way they are.
With the budget debates going on, one would expect to have some lively, entertaining, insightful presentations from our MP's but what has been shown leaves much much to be desired. It really does make for depressing viewing. Most of these MP's just stands up and reads a very monotonous speech obviously prepared by someone else, gone are the spontaneity of Parliamentary debates. There are some persons in that honorable house that should be removed in order to spear us their crushing banality.
Apart from these presentations being severely lacking, they are ridiculously long, gosh I wish the speaker of the house would turn down those requests for additional 15 minutes and in effect spear us all from more mediocrity. Anyone who saw Pauline Sukhai's presentation would know just what I'm talking about, she shouldn't feel bad though, a lot of other members of that house have no talent, it's not like they can do any better. Do you hear me Clement Rohee? I hope you do because if I ever wanted to hear from an ass, I'd just fart and get it over with.
Volda Lawrence darling I'm writing this part with you and your other colleagues in mind. The horrible presentations weren't limited to the Government bench alone, the opposition members were just as guilty. If I could have, I'd slap all of them senseless but I really don't have the seven seconds to spare. These people are now like KFC chicken - lacking in the essential spices, come on people, spice it up a little...pretty please...
Anybody remember this though: Some men are born mediocre, some men achieve mediocrity, and some men have mediocrity thrust upon them. Personally I think the majority of them are born mediocre, I've seen very little to tell me otherwise.
With the budget debates going on, one would expect to have some lively, entertaining, insightful presentations from our MP's but what has been shown leaves much much to be desired. It really does make for depressing viewing. Most of these MP's just stands up and reads a very monotonous speech obviously prepared by someone else, gone are the spontaneity of Parliamentary debates. There are some persons in that honorable house that should be removed in order to spear us their crushing banality.
Apart from these presentations being severely lacking, they are ridiculously long, gosh I wish the speaker of the house would turn down those requests for additional 15 minutes and in effect spear us all from more mediocrity. Anyone who saw Pauline Sukhai's presentation would know just what I'm talking about, she shouldn't feel bad though, a lot of other members of that house have no talent, it's not like they can do any better. Do you hear me Clement Rohee? I hope you do because if I ever wanted to hear from an ass, I'd just fart and get it over with.
Volda Lawrence darling I'm writing this part with you and your other colleagues in mind. The horrible presentations weren't limited to the Government bench alone, the opposition members were just as guilty. If I could have, I'd slap all of them senseless but I really don't have the seven seconds to spare. These people are now like KFC chicken - lacking in the essential spices, come on people, spice it up a little...pretty please...
Anybody remember this though: Some men are born mediocre, some men achieve mediocrity, and some men have mediocrity thrust upon them. Personally I think the majority of them are born mediocre, I've seen very little to tell me otherwise.
Thursday, January 22, 2009
Gifts for some of Guyana's favorite people.
I'm being a bit generous here and since I didn't give any of these fine, upstanding citizens anything for the Christmas holidays, I'll give them a few belated gifts. I hope they enjoy them.
Mr. President: For you Mr. Rogaine failure, in lieu of recent events, I give you a one year subscription to Match.com and an official facebook profile.
Mr. Corbin: Like your party, you have no idea where you’re headed so I'm giving you a compass.
Mr. Ramjattan: Gillette Fusion.
Mr. Sharma: Rosetta Stone, hopefully you’ll finally learn English.
Hamilton Green: Dinner for two at Pon Kai restaurant with with the love of your life, Beulah Williams. Misery does love company after all.
Freddie Kissoon: For you Mr. Scholar, I give you the gift of a barber and a PPP type promise that your Ice Cream won’t melt anymore.
Mr. Luncheon: A lawn mower, as Mr. Ramjattan’s razor won’t work on your facial lawn.
Carl Singh: A backbone and some integrity.
Alan Fenty: A year supply of tic tacs and Listerine.
Shonette Moore: For you precious darling, a horse hair so that you can finally remove that hideous wart ... i mean mole on your face.
Petamber Persaud: A visit to Nalini’s, maybe they’ll be able to slap that hairstyle off your head or maybe just slap you.
Charmaine Blackman: A collection of your ‘songs’ so that you can finally listen to yourself and hear how horrible you actually sound.
Michael Younge: A hard, large probing object.
Mr. President: For you Mr. Rogaine failure, in lieu of recent events, I give you a one year subscription to Match.com and an official facebook profile.
Mr. Corbin: Like your party, you have no idea where you’re headed so I'm giving you a compass.
Mr. Ramjattan: Gillette Fusion.
Mr. Sharma: Rosetta Stone, hopefully you’ll finally learn English.
Hamilton Green: Dinner for two at Pon Kai restaurant with with the love of your life, Beulah Williams. Misery does love company after all.
Freddie Kissoon: For you Mr. Scholar, I give you the gift of a barber and a PPP type promise that your Ice Cream won’t melt anymore.
Mr. Luncheon: A lawn mower, as Mr. Ramjattan’s razor won’t work on your facial lawn.
Carl Singh: A backbone and some integrity.
Alan Fenty: A year supply of tic tacs and Listerine.
Shonette Moore: For you precious darling, a horse hair so that you can finally remove that hideous wart ... i mean mole on your face.
Petamber Persaud: A visit to Nalini’s, maybe they’ll be able to slap that hairstyle off your head or maybe just slap you.
Charmaine Blackman: A collection of your ‘songs’ so that you can finally listen to yourself and hear how horrible you actually sound.
Michael Younge: A hard, large probing object.
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