I like the Congress of the People (COP) political party, they are just like the West Indies cricket team...comedians. Now is not me who say so is Town say so...no lie. Really, the way how the West Indies is constituted with players from the islands, the COP is an assortment of political zandolies, bold-faced too bad. If you examine them closely, they are remnants of the POPPG, the spiritual ancestor of the Organisation For National reconstruction (ONR), and the National Alliance For Reconstruction (NAR). Haven't you noticed they are a party always FOR something. These political zandolies just won't go away. They are like a bad hangover, or a bad diarrhoea...no lie. Like the other parties they are steeped in indiscipline and know-it-all syndrome, masquerading under the guise of free speech and "new politics".
What new politics? All politicians have to do that is new, is to thake (my word) their hands out of the treasury. That is new politics! Just leave my grand-children money alone. The group of people in the COP are so filled with self-opinion, its difficult to get them to agree on anything. Everybody's talking in the party and it has no real structure to curb indiscipline. Take for instance the Mary King affair where a pipsqueak minister calls a press conference (before the Prime Minister speaks) and the docile media runs to hear what he has to say. I wonder if he was reliving his moment as a talk show host, when he called for the resignation of his colleague. What was it based on? New politics...or politricks? Was he disciplined by the party of comedians?
Now hear this, isn't this the same minister who went in Parliament and told a terminological inexactitude (a blatant untruth) on Nicky Minaj's choice of language although TV cameras and audio proved otherwise. This man with lips like a car tyre is the greatest since Muhammad Ali. He has more lip than the exalted boxer, who incidentally was called "The Lip". Now if you think I'm getting orn (my word) wassy. I hold no brief, or bag for any politician. If you are a staunch reader of this column you will see, it is clear as daylight. Now, I don't owe anybody...only the bank...no lie. And I wish they will write off my loan as a bad debt. Ha!Ha! Ha! Now take Prakash Ramadhar, he comes across as a movie star... a kinda nice boy; but good looks don't count in politics, it only looks nice on the election poster.
Politics is brutal business; it's no fun and games. It's like professional wrestling. You got to hit a man in his stones and then tell him sorry. I hear him say rough waters ahead. Can he discipline "The Lip", who is a runaway horse. I feel sorry for De Lima, he was beated beyond recognition. De lima is a trip, the man is always trying to hang someone, why doesn't he try All Fours. Really, I wished that COP voters would have chosen Nalini Dial, there would have been more order and less brawling among these six-seat comedians. Their make up and kiss picture on the papers don't fool me, it tells a thousand words. It reminds me of Patrick Manning and Keith Rowley (also called Rowdy) walking together last year in Pleasantville, San Fernando, after giving love a bad name. We have seen how men conduct their affairs in the COP, and I am not impressed. In the IMF (Interational Monetary Fund) is woman. Oh lawd! I can't take it anymore. From childhood I've been pushed around by a woman....in a pram. I've even been beaten by women; my mother and my ex-wife. I love licks like cooked food. You see me, I gone!