Y'boy head hurting like he drink two bottle o' babash by he-one, excepting is virus, not rum, making he head spin, but he knock back some straight Panadol and put heself down they on the sofa in front the TV Tuesday night and tell heself he not getting up from he seat unlessing President Obama get back he own seat in the White House, is so Y'Boy going and express he solidarity with the progressive forces and them, them same force whereby they responsible for everything good this human race ever do, whether is free slave, liberate Auschwitz or ban hijab (although we ent do that last one yet, it still coming to come).
All Y'Boy' muscle and them, all he bone aching, like eef he was a vagrant lie down on the pavement in Arima and some fun-loving youths come by after fete and kick him up lil bit, just to show how free-spirited they is. But thing could be worserer. Eef Larry didn't raise up the price of gas How High, them imaginary youth and them who responsible for how Y'Boy bones and head hurting mighta well cross the road, and get a dollar gas to throw on Y'Boy, set him on fire for they own amusement, like how they did do a tess name Arthur Fung mussee 20 years ago now. And Y'Boy kinda watch past the TV screen, which part Dianne Sawyer slurring words like a calypsonian who finish two bottle-a Hennessy by he-one, and going in the studio to put down vocal track, hah boy! All you want to know where all them vocal simi-dimi come from? Is not genius, is puncheon! Dianne head bobbing like one-a them toy dorg taxi driver uses to put in they back seat windshield long-time, with maybe a pretty cushion on either side and a couple-a spinner on the antenna.
And is as if Y'Boy see the ghost of Arthur Fung reflecting in the TV screen, and Arthur o'ny begging for a less coward, second-hand world, if not a brave new one, a world that wouldn't boots out a man like President Obama, don't mind he disappoint a lot-a we who does call theyself progressive, at least he is still a human being. Is not so much bootsing out Barack - although that woulda be bad enough as, who they woulda put to replace him.
And Y'Boy watch the Mitten, skinning-grinning on TV, like butter wouldn't melt in he mouth and taxes on the rich wouldn't drop AGAIN on he watch. Now, Y'Boy didn't hold nothing against Rum Knee for being a moron, eh, sorry, a Mormon.
A Catholic pardner did email Y'Boy inviting him to laugh kiff-kyaff at Rum Knee bizarre Mormon belief, but Y'Boy had was to remind he Catholic pardner that to believe Heaven was a planet and Jesus was a Apache wasn't so different from believing Hell had endless Texgas bottle to burn man for eternity or that priest could turn biscuit into body of Christ with a wave of the hand and a Latin phrase. No, Y'Boy overs Rum Knee because the fella just wasn't good. Y'Boy know that, beyond a certain level-and President Obama-self pass that level, long days-all money dirty-stink. But, in Rum Knee' case, it really look like he did really believe any rich jackass could come and play sufferer, and mankind would swallow it.
Is on'y in America that a man like the Mitten could seriously come up against a man like President Obama. Out of seven billion people on the planet, is on'y the 50-60 million American who vote for Rum Knee that woulda prefer him. The rest of the whole world was behind we President Obama. We give him Nobel Prize as soon as he reach, fus we glad to see him arrive. He speaking for all-a we, and he represent the best hope we have.
Don't mind he already let us down. We know he throw 'way universal healthcare and put een something plenty less. We was looking when he send drone in people nen-nen. We see when Occupy Wall Street get bleps and Big Business get through. Worst of all, we had we two-eye open full when he-Barack-self take part in the most vile, most vulgar wastage of money that coulda help people spending on advertising campaign. Maybe he genuinely fool he-self, but he didn't fool we, a man like him supposed to lead, and you doesn't lead by following fashion.
But then Y'Boy tell he-self that is interesting times we lives in, and maybe the fella was doing the best he could. Maybe it had forces Y'Boy couldn't imagine that could never be grapple with, and maybe still can't. Y'Boy hear, again, the boldfaced shout, "You lie!", pelt at the President of the USA, and he know is becaw is a redman stand up they. You think anybody could call out Rum Knee on he moronism? And keep he work in the Senate? Y'Boy hold on, don't mind he head splitting, until after midnight, to make sure the Republicans didn't thief it again, although the Democrats woulda had they lawyers awake, this rounds. And Y'Boy heart soar to see the cut-arse. Is since the first "debate" Y'Boy telling everybody that, not even in the Tea Party USA, could the Mitten manners Ah-We Boy. Y'Boy telling all on Sunday that the same greedy media that swallow them US$2 billion in ads that inventing a photo-finish where it had a walkover. Why else would mankind stay up for six hours and skip between BBC, CBS, CNN and all them other letters? And how else them would get the advertising they needs? Y'Boy went to sleep knowing we had redman and not madman in the White House, and he sleep better, and wake up to find he headache entirely gone.
And President Obama own now start.
BC Pires realise he run two dialect piece in a row but, say what, take it up with he muse.
