Saturday, November 13, 2010

SPIES, DORKS and DUNCES

I have tried very hard to keep myself out of the politics of Trinidad and Tobago, maybe because I am neither here nor there with either party. I've worked  with UNC Ministers of  government and PNM Ministers of Government. I must say however that the UNC ministers (Dhanraj Singh included) were way more competent that the bumbling band of PNM idiots.

But I  could not let these new revelations pass without throwing my $100.00 into the gabmling pot. 

Prime Minister Kamla Persad Bissessar's revelation in Parliament yesterday, on the activities of the Strategic Intelligence Agency is disturbing on many levels. It speaks of a former administration that was prepared to break the law to get whatever it wanted. It spoke to the    disintegration of law and order in out society and made clear links to the impact that a breakdown of law and order at the top of our society has on the rank and file who are supposed to protect and serve us. Clearly it has been for some time 'If them eh see nuthin wrong in doing this then I could get away wid murder."  Hence the  absolute lawlessness that has invaded Trinidad and Tobago.

What disturbs me more however, is the fact that former Prime Minister Patrick Manning, felt absolutely NO shame in getting up in the Parliament to DEFEND those actions. He rationalized, that to undertake, illegal electronic monitoring of  communication  to a wide cross section of citizens was beneficial for the country's drug interdiction strategy.  Now I have always maintained that in and out of office, Patrick Manning is this country's prime minstrel. But for him to actually  show up and work into the character at yesterday's parliamentary sitting was just priceless. 

On what f**king floating planet Mister Manning, (and Patrick, I'm speaking to here), will that arseness be acceptable? This is ONE time I agree with Jack Warner, YOU should NEVER show your face in our Parliament again and the Honourable Speaker Wade Mark, was quite right to deny your request to respond to the PM statement. What possible response could you have? That dribble that the present government "was systematically dismantling the institutions of the State that are involved in the anti-drug effort and removing from office key people in the anti-drug effort."  to further 'protect' their investors?You think 'Big Brother" was watching out for you and is NOT for Kamla? You think  the discussions with Secretary of State Hillary Clinton was about nail polish and makeup?

What anti-drug effort you talking about Mr Manning? Are you specifically referring to your government's feeble attempts to link former United National Congress politicians to drug trafficking, the one you and your mis-guided PR people thought that we gullible Trinidadians and Tobagonians bought? Or are you referring to the numerous incidents where police officers were murdered under your watch and to date we can have NO closure or explanations?

Please Mr Manning explain to us how come you did not know about  the targets of this 'agency' and the reports they provided? Already your sidekick Martin Joseph (dotishy number 3) has pulled himself out, saying he never saw the reports. That leaves dotishsy number 2, and his namesake; (who was really the Minister of National Security under the last administration) to do the explaining  and sort us out. St Peter help us for we swimming in open water for true!

Now  the spotted one, excuse me MP Colm Imbert has articulated the other set of jackarseness, that this 'spy revelation' is nothing but a smokescreen to mask the real issues plaguing this Peoples Partnership government. The statement reminds me of  the actions of a certain person I know, when he wants sex and is told a resounding NO, goes off to sulk in a corner, grumbling under his breath because technically he's just been told "It's mine and yuh not getting any!" Turning down a man who isn't used to being turned down leaves him shell shocked. 

I want to suggest that  Colm Imbert, think like normal people, for  a minute or two because he might figure out that people of Antigua and Caricom will stand the greater loss should they mount any boycott of Trinidad and Tobago goods. Off course he would know about Caricom boycotts. I mean with his track record we are wondering whether he could get work in the rebuilding exercise in  any of those islands, but that's another blog altogether. Mr. Imbert should realize that Trinidad and Tobago props up the economies of the many of our Caricom partners and if they don't want our good, it will give our manufacturers an opportunity to explore new markets for better prices, which will eventually mean  Caricom will go the way of the Federation.  Colm  to shut up,  will be in his best interest.  Just sit and pretend to be an affronted member of Parliament like all the others. After all, light travels faster than sound, so don't say anything and you will appear bright. Do you get it Colm? 

Finally those who shouting about  Fazeer Mohammed and the issue of his removal  as the  host of the CNMG morning show 'First Up". I just have one thing to say to all of you. Try reading what Fazeer said in his interview. He said he was offered another position, which he declined. In my humble estimation that cannot mean he was fired. 

Halloween was October 31st  why are the spies, dorks and dunces still in costume? 

The Uninhibited Diplomat

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LE NOIREAU- Prologue

There was chaos in Scotland Bay Village. Everywhere, everyone was busy; packing, unpacking, leaving burnt bare lands for the Americans.

Away from the noises and confusion the aquamarine Caribbean waves played a soft calypso rhythm, strumming, rippling, kissing bare toes, feet and ankles dug deep into the cold, clammy sand.

The air was laden, ready, thick with the rancid scent of seaweed, salt and smoke carried in the spray; pushed by angry, crashing, foaming waves against a stony coastline up and around the Bay’s end.

She was misted; creating an eerie appearance as she sat back hunched on a fallen tree trunk embedded in the sand; knees tucked under the wide folds of her skirt. Damp grainy sand and the sea waters rushed up; bubbling in between her fingers and feet. Gently she rested her chin on her knees and looked out at the fading horizon, watching the day in its brilliance and splendor of death at sunset. The fiery gold of the sun’s rays; fingering, shimmering on the aquamarine canopy of the sea, dazzling blinding and ever so slowly, churning to taunting, tangerine orange and saffron reds; cascading into purple, violets and royal blue of evening time with ballet like precision. And later as stars peeping first play hide and seek with the naked eye, streaks of charcoal gray strut into midnight black, shadowing the earth into illusions of peace-fullness, as twinkling jewels finally sparkle in the phosphorescent gleam of a splendid Caribbean moonlight.

The gulf steamer disregarding war time surveillance orders; tugged by, alerting Astral Le Noireau to the lateness of the hour. She sighed lifted tiny hands from the sand and stared as the grains quietly trickled back into their places on the seemingly un-rumpled shore. The signal light of the streamer as it passed by and answering flashed from the lighthouse, momentarily blinded her as she turned huge tear filled almond shaped golden eyes up and then out, taking in the silver-ness of the long familiar Scotland Bay coastline, now bathed in the beauty of a full Caribbean moonlight. The gentle breeze blew her blue black hair into her eyes and face, as one hand rose gracefully to whip the unruly strands back into place. Silently a figure standing in the shadows of a coconut palm tree observed her.

Astral stood crying silently, watching the village she so love fade into the night shadows as the steamer padded laboriously out into the first Boca. Every inch further way from Scotland Bay felt like a fist clenching around her lung, stifling her, killing her. She stood rooted until Chateau le Noireau was no longer visible as they rounded the bend at Delgada Point. Until tears of frustration overwhelmed her and she crumbled to the seat on the almost empty steamer. Astral Le Noireau and her precious possession were some of the last things to evacuate from her village.

The Marines had put her on the ferry.

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Lighthouse Reef (Pelican Pointe, #4)Lighthouse Reef by Vickie McKeehan
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I would give this novel 100 stars. Lighthouse Reef reminded me of my late father. Two months before he passed a friend from his youth visited. Up until that time, I have never imagined my parents as young people; teenagers, twenty-somethings- out having fun.. We met them as adults so we never think about them as young people.
That Logan carried the angst of his sister's disappearance for 20 odd years and had the strength to return to the place of her disapperance to discover what happened to her, is a testimony to the craftsmanship of Vickie McKeehan. The plot was on point(no pun intended) from the first sentance.
That the reader keeps circling back to the beginning; Baby Scott, Baby Nate, expected Baby Meghan reminds the reader that even in death there is life.
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Hpe that there are Logans, Ethans, Nicks and others out there championing the case of missing and exploited people.
It made me as a reader reflect on those people who we uphold as exemplars in society, realizing all too often that while society may hold them in high esteem,we really do not know anything about them when they get behind closed doors.
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The Green Mile
Quicksand
My Soul to Keep
Battle Cry
Cane
Midnight Robber
Four Seasons in Rome: On Twins, Insomnia, and the Biggest Funeral in the History of the World
Winesburg, Ohio
Everything She Ever Wanted: A True Story of Obsessive Love, Murder, and Betrayal
The Great Gatsby
Brandy and Bullets
The Edge of Midnight
The Edge of Dawn
Beyond Good and Evil
Living Dangerously
Paradiso
Victoria Line, Central Line
Push Not the River
Small Island
Against a Crimson Sky


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