Alien
01-29-07, - 04:38 AM
http://www.jonesbahamas.com/?c=127&a=11327
25th January
“…scenting blood...”
On this blessed Thursday, I first repeat myself and after that I tell you one or two things about how the Free National Movement is trying to roll out the Progressive Liberal Party.
That is what they are telling me. Roll them out!
Hubert Alexander Ingraham advises: Roll them out!
I repeat myself: My brothers and sisters –Bahamians all- hear me when I say that the salivating sharks –opposite- are scenting blood. They are hungry for another taste of what they say is ‘their tings.’
The same ones are also telling themselves that they could just play this one cool, thus allowing the PLP all the chances in the world to hang themselves with one or two short pieces of neophyte rope.
In other words, some pundits are saying that this time around, there are no dead man coat-tails for anyone. They are also crowing that ‘time done come and gone and so much other stuff in the vein of good old Bahamian "I told you so".
As per usual, here of late we are hearing more and more flatulent words of wisdom from the usual types who spew the usual stuff as to how election campaigns should take place on the high road and then there is always some more stuff about civilized debate and after that there is usually some other stuff about how we are one people.
The fact of the matter is such that the next elections will be hard-fought; they will embroil some of this nation’s finest in some of the nastiest encounters you could imagine. And for sure, some very rich people will dig deep and after that they will dig even deeper as they search for the money that they will use to help the electorate make up its mind.
And lurking in the shadows will be the scurvy-nasty types who specialize in slander, nastiness, meanness and spite. Some of these bottom-dwelling slugs are to be found all over the place. Some of them are good at what they do. One of them in particular is so good at what he does, that when he has nothing to go on, he simply invents the mud he needs to sling.
Why do people stoop to such lows?
The answer is simple enough: they want the perks that come with the power to decide what is to be the law of the land.
When you win, you and your buddies get the right to cut the deck whatever way you wish. And after that the game is all about you, your neighbors, family and friends. And after that, you deal with the needs of the public.
And after that: you get rich and live happily ever after all of that.
To put the matter more formally, the truth in the matter is that "democratic politics is largely the peaceful resolution of competing economic interests: the division of wealth, power, opportunity, and dignity. That's what makes it politics."
I now come to the what-next part of this screed, which is that five years almost done come and gone.
The men and women who beg for votes are back.
Some will try to explain why they slept their way through the past five years.
Some others might be asked to explain how they got so rich so quick in the past five years.
One or two might be asked to explain where they were in the past five years.
And yet again, some of the more silent ones will be given an opportunity to use the sign language of the deaf to signify that they understand that five years almost done come and gone.
A handful might be honest enough to beg for another chance to prove that they are not really idiots. And I suspect that one or two real dummies will not figure out why their parties have decided that they should go before they are asked to leave.
But to be honest with you, it was not my intention to go off on this tangent about what occupation I could have or should have pursued back in the day.
What I wanted to do was to find a way of making one or two comments about the General Elections that are on the way/and while I was at this I thought that I would make some references to salivating sharks/ what they want to have for brunch, lunch, dinner or supper/ and after that I was going to say one or two things about hammer-head sharks, great whites, lions and lambs.
All of this was triggered by the visit Hubert Ingraham and his crew made to Fox Hill, where they did what they had to do. What I’m trying to suggest is that politicians are a lot like nature-designed predators: they do what they have to do.
And so, I cringed a little when I heard Hubert—the Maestro say that his mission and that of his party was one and the same thing as far as the Progressive Liberal Party was concerned: Roll them out! The lion roared.
Apparently, Frederick Audley Mitchell is high on the list of parliamentarians that Hubert Ingraham and his Free National Movement would wish to roll out!
All I know is that when your time come to go, you pack your georgie bundle and leave. I also know that there are some proud Bahamians who leave before they are asked to go; and for sure, there are those hardy others who have the power to see the future.
These are the ones who jump before they are pushed.
And so, there you have it. Any and all who see the handwriting on the wall can and should take note/ and thereafter do the next best thing.
Now since I have no way of knowing anyone’s future but mine; all I can say about Fred Mitchell and his buddies in the Progressive Liberal Party is that this time around they have to fight.
This time around they have no dead man coat-tails that could or would carry them anywhere.
What I’m trying to suggest that the last general elections were decisively influenced by the death of the Rt. Hon. Sir Lynden O. Pindling, Father of the Nation.
Of course, there were other forces and influences that made a difference. Here reference could be made to the troubles in the Financial Services industry, leadership squabbles in the heart of the FNM and an overly ambitious agenda on the part of Party leader Hubert Alexander Ingraham.
Put it all together and after that add to the mix a dash of sick and tired of all the bull/you have a recipe that could lead to an upset stomach for some one. As we know, horse and rider –so to speak- were washed away in a flood of popular discontent.
Well, five years almost done come and gone.
Hubert Alexander Ingraham and his deputy Brent Symonette {not ever to be confused with Maestro Hammerhead Shark or Great White} are on the campaign trail.
My trusted informants tell me that these two great Bahamians are being well received wherever they go. I am told that they got a tumultuous reception in Fox Hill.
For my part, I heard Ingraham –loud and clear- when he declaimed:
"Fox Hill Wants Jacinta Higgs."
All I know is that Fox Hill can’t have Fred Mitchell and Jacinta Higgs.
Somebody has to be rolled in.
Somebody else will be rolled out.
And after that all I know is that the hammerhead and the Great White are very serious sharks.
Watch out when they start salivating.
I think that they scent blood.
What say you folks?!?!
:)
25th January
“…scenting blood...”
On this blessed Thursday, I first repeat myself and after that I tell you one or two things about how the Free National Movement is trying to roll out the Progressive Liberal Party.
That is what they are telling me. Roll them out!
Hubert Alexander Ingraham advises: Roll them out!
I repeat myself: My brothers and sisters –Bahamians all- hear me when I say that the salivating sharks –opposite- are scenting blood. They are hungry for another taste of what they say is ‘their tings.’
The same ones are also telling themselves that they could just play this one cool, thus allowing the PLP all the chances in the world to hang themselves with one or two short pieces of neophyte rope.
In other words, some pundits are saying that this time around, there are no dead man coat-tails for anyone. They are also crowing that ‘time done come and gone and so much other stuff in the vein of good old Bahamian "I told you so".
As per usual, here of late we are hearing more and more flatulent words of wisdom from the usual types who spew the usual stuff as to how election campaigns should take place on the high road and then there is always some more stuff about civilized debate and after that there is usually some other stuff about how we are one people.
The fact of the matter is such that the next elections will be hard-fought; they will embroil some of this nation’s finest in some of the nastiest encounters you could imagine. And for sure, some very rich people will dig deep and after that they will dig even deeper as they search for the money that they will use to help the electorate make up its mind.
And lurking in the shadows will be the scurvy-nasty types who specialize in slander, nastiness, meanness and spite. Some of these bottom-dwelling slugs are to be found all over the place. Some of them are good at what they do. One of them in particular is so good at what he does, that when he has nothing to go on, he simply invents the mud he needs to sling.
Why do people stoop to such lows?
The answer is simple enough: they want the perks that come with the power to decide what is to be the law of the land.
When you win, you and your buddies get the right to cut the deck whatever way you wish. And after that the game is all about you, your neighbors, family and friends. And after that, you deal with the needs of the public.
And after that: you get rich and live happily ever after all of that.
To put the matter more formally, the truth in the matter is that "democratic politics is largely the peaceful resolution of competing economic interests: the division of wealth, power, opportunity, and dignity. That's what makes it politics."
I now come to the what-next part of this screed, which is that five years almost done come and gone.
The men and women who beg for votes are back.
Some will try to explain why they slept their way through the past five years.
Some others might be asked to explain how they got so rich so quick in the past five years.
One or two might be asked to explain where they were in the past five years.
And yet again, some of the more silent ones will be given an opportunity to use the sign language of the deaf to signify that they understand that five years almost done come and gone.
A handful might be honest enough to beg for another chance to prove that they are not really idiots. And I suspect that one or two real dummies will not figure out why their parties have decided that they should go before they are asked to leave.
But to be honest with you, it was not my intention to go off on this tangent about what occupation I could have or should have pursued back in the day.
What I wanted to do was to find a way of making one or two comments about the General Elections that are on the way/and while I was at this I thought that I would make some references to salivating sharks/ what they want to have for brunch, lunch, dinner or supper/ and after that I was going to say one or two things about hammer-head sharks, great whites, lions and lambs.
All of this was triggered by the visit Hubert Ingraham and his crew made to Fox Hill, where they did what they had to do. What I’m trying to suggest is that politicians are a lot like nature-designed predators: they do what they have to do.
And so, I cringed a little when I heard Hubert—the Maestro say that his mission and that of his party was one and the same thing as far as the Progressive Liberal Party was concerned: Roll them out! The lion roared.
Apparently, Frederick Audley Mitchell is high on the list of parliamentarians that Hubert Ingraham and his Free National Movement would wish to roll out!
All I know is that when your time come to go, you pack your georgie bundle and leave. I also know that there are some proud Bahamians who leave before they are asked to go; and for sure, there are those hardy others who have the power to see the future.
These are the ones who jump before they are pushed.
And so, there you have it. Any and all who see the handwriting on the wall can and should take note/ and thereafter do the next best thing.
Now since I have no way of knowing anyone’s future but mine; all I can say about Fred Mitchell and his buddies in the Progressive Liberal Party is that this time around they have to fight.
This time around they have no dead man coat-tails that could or would carry them anywhere.
What I’m trying to suggest that the last general elections were decisively influenced by the death of the Rt. Hon. Sir Lynden O. Pindling, Father of the Nation.
Of course, there were other forces and influences that made a difference. Here reference could be made to the troubles in the Financial Services industry, leadership squabbles in the heart of the FNM and an overly ambitious agenda on the part of Party leader Hubert Alexander Ingraham.
Put it all together and after that add to the mix a dash of sick and tired of all the bull/you have a recipe that could lead to an upset stomach for some one. As we know, horse and rider –so to speak- were washed away in a flood of popular discontent.
Well, five years almost done come and gone.
Hubert Alexander Ingraham and his deputy Brent Symonette {not ever to be confused with Maestro Hammerhead Shark or Great White} are on the campaign trail.
My trusted informants tell me that these two great Bahamians are being well received wherever they go. I am told that they got a tumultuous reception in Fox Hill.
For my part, I heard Ingraham –loud and clear- when he declaimed:
"Fox Hill Wants Jacinta Higgs."
All I know is that Fox Hill can’t have Fred Mitchell and Jacinta Higgs.
Somebody has to be rolled in.
Somebody else will be rolled out.
And after that all I know is that the hammerhead and the Great White are very serious sharks.
Watch out when they start salivating.
I think that they scent blood.
What say you folks?!?!
:)