Dear Editor,
SO, the “black pudding man” has berated his own “kith and kin”. He has labelled and lambasted them with the most vilifying and venomous vulgarity. The garrulous but gargantuan “Mr. Lick Bottoms” (MLB), has successfully signed his own Deed Poll for the public to now address and make reference to him in the most nefarious diatribe, laced with filthy muck!
But, with foresight (or Hindsight?), he must have the insight to foresee the predictable consequence of such a natural repercussion, being an intellectual academia as a teacher.
How unlucky (not poor) America is, to have residing in the educational environment a fanatic who spews racism, hate and a vitriolic language, demeaning even for a demon.
How lucky (not rich, as yet) Guyana is, not to have such a full-time professor lecturing our young, talented and free-thinking Guyanese, who are doing the right thing by having an open mind and not to be influenced by the monstrous evil of unilateral persuasion.
As leader of the Worst Possible Alternative political party which is “dead meat” for the five fingered associates, they daily continue to nail Rodney’s coffin, so his ideas and ideals of anti-Burnhamism and the PNC, do not escape the burial ground to influence anyone.
The non-apologizers are now being civil to Rodney’s murderers. Giving Rodney the “Et Tu Brute” treatment, Mr. Lick Bottoms has denigrated the sanctity of the French Motto, “Liberté, égalité, fraternité,” which translates to “Liberty, Equality, Fraternity.” He, (MLB), doesn’t love Guyanese more but loves some race(s) less.
It is as clear as daylight when, according to the fiend who wants to romance his countrymen, the urge to lick black pudding has to be derived not from a preference in Mon Repos Market, but must be sourced and soured from the performance in Buxton Market.
You do not need to attend Geopolitics 101 class to understand the implied social hegemony of this dogmatic cliché. MLB’s insinuation is to bury his own, not to praise them.
It is not MLB’s loyalty to be identified as “one looking like we” to promote a commonality, which is not in keeping with the comradery of a “One Guyana,” or, to perpetrate an unjust cause which is to arbitrarily defend a self-proclaimed mission, but it is to capitalise on an inopportune glory, to attempt to shine in the eyes of those he professed to be “Sellouts.”
The snake-oil salesmanship is grossly marketing the gruesome proclamation of “Well I got news for you: The only friends I got is PNC, so the only people I could give work to is PNC. And, right now, I looking for a doctor who can talk Spanish or Portuguese and ah want one that is PNC.”
In this day and age, “war-break” is still the call for those who defy the party’s position. Those who say, “Me ain’t gotta follow dat,” MLB wants to remind them of, “‘Hello, look out fo Volda, she coming because we will not tolerate it.” He demands that his kind must toe the line, hold the line, walk the line and work the line, or, resign.
By soliloquizing, MLB’s infatuation is a myopic mystic. There is no mystery behind his “play misty for me.” His obsession of “Gotta make a choice ’cause it’s do or die,” is not only far-fetched but outrageously outlandish.
Guyanese do not need a control-freak to subjugate them to the philosophy of a possessed maniac. Guyanese have a mind of their own, can think outside of the box and relate to the reality of the day.
This is the era of ideological pragmatism, not of bourgeois policies nor of political fanatics. Soul searching will not submerge a stifled conscience, but will emerge the quest to test the mind of a free and liberal thinker.
MLB has a mental dream to distinctly demonstrate the likes of him and a handful of misguided antagonists as this year’s protagonists, to come, conquer and convince Guyanese that the PNC is their savior.
Those unfortunates share the polluted room as mates with: Chopstick, who sidelines himself on the bench as a fighter behind the scene but fearful of the heat from the front; the popular Ford car salesman, who is fearful of turning the key to stay in his own home, much less to return to his homeland; the Ton of shambles whose feet are in the South but his heart is in the North; the other car salesman who is not of the Lincoln Dynasty; the bemused guy who is involved in Huge conflicts of interest; all the seniors who are old and are fearful of admitting it’s too cold; the elders whose bark and bite are betwixt and between; and not to forget to remember, the Ranger, who remains a stranger behind closed doors!
Most Guyanese have removed the shackles of slavery, the bondage of indentureship and the ties to serfdom after celebrating 55 years as a Republic nation and relinquishing the throttle from the English Throne.
But a handful of sycophants have not relieved themselves with the freedom of independence after 59 years, but still parade under the illusive guise of gaining power through the backdoor with the help of foul and not fair means. Luckily, they will forever suffer the fate of a minority movement.
Behold, the PPP/C found Guyana to be of clay in 1992 and left her to the PNC of marble in 2015. After five years, the PPP/C uncovered the very marble destroyed, denigrated and diffused into pieces of sand. From 2020, it is again the challenge of the PPP/C Government to construct Guyana with sand and cement to build a golden city from the crust of dust, to relive the legend of El Dorado.
Happy Republic Day Guyana!
Yours respectfully,
Jai Lall
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