It was just another day in Mickey Mouse country. The sun came up and shone brilliantly over the land called La Trinite.It's the greatest country in the world.... no lie.Hello, I won't choose another place to live in this world. Where else can you get bacchanal, bacchanal...and more bacchanal?When I die, as Lord Funny says, bury me in the centre of the city, opposite KFC. However, I don't mind lying in state in the Red House.How else can I not praise T&T, when we have a spy who come in with a cold-Patrick Manning; now we have a spy who come in cold-Reshmi Ramnarine.
This place really jokey in truth. Now, I think I could be a better spy than Reshmi who's so beautiful, she could easily pass for a James Bond girl. Yes, that girl could make it to the movies.Now, I could really make a good maco, if only the Strategic Services Agency would employ me.Now get this straight! I am no Peeping Tom. As a spy, when I take my oath, I won't spy on President Max Richards, Prime Minister Kamla Persad-Bissessar or the hairless one, Keith Rowley.
I would observe all protocols. But I can't guarantee I won't spy on Stacy Roopnarine or Reshmi herself. I'll spy on them 24/7, just to make sure they are safe. Ha! Ha! Ha!This land they call La Trinite is a real movie, there's never a dull day. This "Reshmi Affair" has told me that national security is in danger. I am worried about my safety and the sanity of the National Security Council. They just didn't get it right...do they ever?I am told "let's move on," but it's difficult. I need counselling, this is too much to bear. I gone!