AT­TIL­LAH SPRINGER

Trou­ble mak­ers will spread ru­mours

For con­fu­sion

Oh no, doh take dem on

Just be trust­ing and doh dig noth­ing

Try and un­der­stand

I'll nev­er do you no wrong

Ly­ing Ex­cus­es, Mighty Spar­row

Town say, good rid­dance to bad rub­bish. Town say, hit the road and doh come back. No more no more. Town say, he had to go.Town hasn't re­alised yet that Un­cle Jack not re­al­ly go­ing any­where.Un­cle Jack have more po­et­ics than gangs­ta rap­pers. More lyrics than mis­guid­ed youths glo­ri­fy­ing bad­johnism like the most beau­ti­ful of lovers.Give Un­cle Jack he jack­et, the man is a sur­vivor, oui. Un­cle Jack not go­ing to dead try­ing to get rich.

Un­cle Jack smarter than that. At the end of the world along with the cock­roach­es, Un­cle Jack will be there too. Sur­viv­ing every ac­cu­sa­tion. His ex­oskele­ton is im­per­vi­ous to any and every al­le­ga­tion.Un­cle Jack make a big speech but what he was ac­tu­al­ly do­ing was hold­ing a gun to the heads of not just the Peo­ple's Part­ner­ship but of the en­tire na­tion. Click­ing and un-click­ing the safe­ty latch, a hair's breadth from our tem­ples. Threat­en­ing us to re­al­ly try to get rid of him.

Un­cle Jack come like the abu­sive hus­band who af­ter he beat the life out of his wife does say, you see what yuh make me do?Be­cause he re­al­ly love us, you know. For re­al, for re­al. He love us more than mon­ey and pow­er. Un­cle Jack Google some vers­es and put to­geth­er a speech that was part Ju­das, part Bru­tus, with a sprin­kling of Pa­pa Doc.And the peo­ple. The peo­ple bawl and scream with de­light. The good­ly cit­i­zens of Ch­agua­nas love they MP, oui. They don't know if to bawl for him or pelt him with big stone.

Mean­while, Town say it was a long time com­ing but it fi­nal­ly hap­pen and we can all breathe a mas­sive sigh of re­lief now.And even as Town rock back and pat her­self like Tantie Mer­le mop­ping sweat off her brow when West In­dies ac­tu­al­ly play­ing good in the Oval, I want to know: what is go­ing to hap­pen next?Un­cle Jack know one thing for sure. That a res­ig­na­tion is not the wav­ing of a mag­ic wand that will mirac­u­lous­ly make our prob­lems with ques­tion­able lead­ers dis­ap­pear.

Un­cle Jack know that if he play a res­ig­na­tion mas to­day, to­mor­row he could come back out in a most-loved-MP mas to­mor­row. And be­cause of the in­equal­i­ties on which this so­ci­ety is found­ed and the pover­ty of the many that is ex­ploit­ed by the wealthy few, some peo­ple might get in­cen­tivised to sup­port him at the polls.A vote, like an of­fice, has a dol­lar val­ue.

Town can't say if one res­ig­na­tion is go­ing to make a dent in our cor­rup­tion can­cer. Town fraid to say if or when any big-sawa­tee will ever spend a night in Gold­en Grove.Un­cle Jack claim a crown of thorns and put it on his own head. Un­cle Jack make out like he is a sac­ri­fi­cial lamb and his throat get buss for the sake of the par­ty. Un­cle Jack give the Ju­das kiss to the par­ty and say that he loy­al.

Un­cle Jack have me won­der­ing. If a gang­ster is wear­ing a shirt and tie, is he less of a gang­ster than the one wear­ing a wife beat­er and his jeans low­er than his bot­tom?Be­fore Town say any­thing else, Town have to fig­ure out how ex­act­ly Un­cle Jack reach where he was go­ing. Town need to fig­ure out what it is about our ill-fit­ting po­lit­i­cal sys­tem that have us in this po­si­tion. Again.

Town need to won­der how she could sleep in the night when these peo­ple loot­ing the trea­sury. And Town need to find out where the PNM get­ting the holy wa­ter to wash away all their past sins and hav­ing the moral au­thor­i­ty to pass judge­ment on this cur­rent ad­min­is­tra­tion.

I feel what re­al­ly go­ing on is an un­de­clared Ly­ing Com­pe­ti­tion. With Un­cle Jack star­ring as Lio the Li­on. Un­cle Jack could win. Aun­ty Kam­la could nev­er have lyrics like him. He have out­er-in­ter­na­tion­al train­ing with the biggest le­git­i­mate mafia in the world.

Un­cle Jack rock back and laugh. A Jok­er's per­ma­nent­ly en­graved smile on his face.Un­cle Jack ready for bat­tle and, if we lucky, he might lend us some bul­lets.