Thursday, January 23, 2014

King Out, Rigobert In!

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Son-of-man said...

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KENNY ANTONY
But yesterday the word of Stevenson might
Have stood against the world. Now lies he there,
And none so poor to do him reverence.
O masters, if I were disposed to stir
Your hearts and minds to mutiny and rage,
I should do Allen wrong, and Rigobert wrong—
Who, you all know, are honorable men.
I will not do them wrong. I rather choose
To wrong the dead, to wrong myself and you,
Than I will wrong such honorable men.
But here’s a parchment with the seal of Stevenson.
I found it in his closet. 'Tis his will.
Let but the commons hear this testament—
Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read—
And they would go and kiss dead Stevenson’s wounds
And dip their napkins in his sacred blood,
Yea, beg a hair of him for memory,
And, dying, mention it within their wills,
Bequeathing it as a rich legacy
Unto their issue.

FORTH LUCIAN
We’ll hear the will. Read it, Kenny Antony!

KENNY ANTONY
Will you be patient? Will you stay awhile?
I have o'ershot myself to tell you of it.
I fear I wrong the honorable men
Whose daggers have stabbed Stevenson. I do fear it.


KENNY ANTONY
Nay, press not so upon me. Stand far off.

ALL
Stand back. Room! Bear back.

KENNY ANTONY
If you have tears, prepare to shed them now.
You all do know this mantle. I remember
The first time ever Stevenson put it on.
'Twas on a summer’s evening in his tent,
That day he overcame the Nervii.
Look, in this place ran Rigobert's dagger through.
See what a rent the envious Guy Joseph made.
Through this the well-belovèd Allen Chastanet stabbed.
And as he plucked his cursèd steel away,
Mark how the blood of Stevenson followed it,
As rushing out of doors, to be resolved
If Allen so unkindly knocked, or no.
For Allen, as you know, was Stevenson’s tourist-angel.
Judge, O you gods, how dearly Stevenson loved him!
This was the most unkindest cut of all.
For when the noble Stevenson saw him stab,
Ingratitude, more strong than traitors' arms,
Quite vanquished him. Then burst his mighty heart,
And, in his mantle muffling up his face,
Even at the base of Compton’s statue,
Which all the while ran blood, great Stevenson fell.
O, what a fall was there, my countrymen!
Then I, and you, and all of us fell down,
Whilst bloody treason flourished over us.
Oh, now you weep, and, I perceive, you feel
The dint of pity. These are gracious drops.
Kind souls, what, weep you when you but behold
Our Caesar’s vesture wounded? Look you here,
Here is himself, marred, as you see, with traitors.

January 23, 2014 at 1:18 PM
Anonymous said...

The laughable position that escapes most commentators, as taken by the political pigmies of the UWP is this. It was at best a reshuffle. And there was no need for King to resign. A majority which in any would have prevailed would make the decision for him.

Unbeknown to many seemingly knowledgeable commentators, any MAJORITY combination of SEATED PARLIAMENTARIANS, even to include MEMBERS OF THE RULING PARTY [i.e., a crossing of the floor] can simply walk up to Government House and declare any member of that group, the new Leader of the Opposition. Any day. In the middle of the night even!

So where would the UWP non-parliamentary party group have figured in arriving at making, suggesting, or ratifying such a decision?

This country is overrun with political toddlers in diapers. Some already in Depends and at the deep end. They don't know one hell about what they're talking about.

Simply put, the Real Politik is this: the fact that the sitting Leader of the Opposition was not present and part of the decision to remove him from office was, IN EFFECT, A POLITICAL and internal UWP COUP.

January 23, 2014 at 3:31 PM
OBSTINATE MR "T" said...

poor jab king,
there is so much sadness on his native looking face.

this face I can relate to, because I can four see de cat-o-nine tail coming down de backs of de true blooded children of de free-slaves.

Josie judas beguiled brother George to "fuc#@$@-up Allan Louisy in 1979-82, 4 the PM position he then would turn and kill George with Louisy and George out of his way he would become pm.
now he it back with this same coco-mack, doing what he know how to do best, using this same trick on de albino allen. this time he have this gravel-dead brain albino allen killing king, and replacing him with a watery-house nigger name "zodie"

January 24, 2014 at 4:37 AM
Anonymous said...

Stan Bishop should be commended for writing this comprehensive article on the UWP politics. It's very readable and, unlike Micah's article elsewhere in this edition of the Voice Newspaper, it's also free of speculation and punditry. I think Readers deserve nothing less.

January 24, 2014 at 6:34 AM
Anonymous said...

Blogger#2 spices it up quite nicely.

January 24, 2014 at 12:55 PM
Unknown said...

The Hon politicians have two choices: Embrace change and what is in the best interests of their group/party (NB the example set by the N. Korea politburo- the public dispatch of a close blood relative - in order to maintain the party above all else.) Now although this "radical" country is most unpopular @ UN this example of internal party politics is one for the ages. This is the Gestalt that keeps a party 'combat" ready The Political body of the whole party is greater than the sum of all its member parts /assets etc.
In other words one can find the locus of analogies like 'weak link"; "Chink in the armor" within the computation of the sum of the parts of a whole but never in the WHOLE

-AND NOW a song by way of Latrine Patrol -LYRICS BY PINK FLOYD

The paper holds their folded faces to the floor
And every day the paper boy brings more.

And if the dam breaks open many years too soon
And if there is no room upon the hill
And if your head explodes with dark forebodings too
I'll see you on the dark side of the moon.


You raise the blade, you make the change
You re-arrange me 'til I'm sane.
You lock the door
And throw away the key
There's someone in my head but it's not me.

And if the cloud bursts, thunder in your ear
You shout and no one seems to hear.
And if the band you're in starts playing different tunes
I'll see you on the dark side of the moon.

January 25, 2014 at 2:49 AM
Unknown said...

Latrine Patrol with another song /poem from Pink Floyd:

Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
You fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way.
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way.

Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain.
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today.
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you.
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun.

So you run and you run to catch up with the sun but it's sinking
Racing around to come up behind you again.
The sun is the same in a relative way but you're older,
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death.

Every year is getting shorter never seem to find the time.
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way
The time is gone, the song is over,
Thought I'd something more to say.

January 25, 2014 at 2:54 AM
Unknown said...

Finally another from Pink Floyd that really maps the decadence of a political landscape. One that is a dinosaur, hopefully.

Money, get away.
Get a good job with good pay and you're okay.
Money, it's a gas.
Grab that cash with both hands and make a stash.
New car, caviar, four star daydream,
Think I'll buy me a football team.

Money, get back.
I'm all right Jack keep your hands off of my stack.
Money, it's a hit.
Don't give me that do goody good bullshit.
I'm in the high-fidelity first class traveling set
And I think I need a Lear jet.

Money, it's a crime.
Share it fairly but don't take a slice of my pie.
Money, so they say
Is the root of all evil today.
But if you ask for a raise it's no surprise that they're
giving none away.

"HuHuh! I was in the right!"
"Yes, absolutely in the right!"
"I certainly was in the right!"
"You was definitely in the right. That geezer was cruising for a
bruising!"
"Yeah!"
"Why does anyone do anything?"
"I don't know, I was really drunk at the time!"
"I was just telling him, he couldn't get into number 2. He was asking
why he wasn't coming up on freely, after I was yelling and
screaming and telling him why he wasn't coming up on freely.
It came as a heavy blow, but we sorted the matter out"

January 25, 2014 at 2:59 AM
Anonymous said...

How about Prince Buster's -Madness?

January 25, 2014 at 12:38 PM
Anonymous said...

Make a new party = orange
and F I G H T !

January 31, 2014 at 1:10 PM
Anonymous said...

Even our non-achievers demand entitlement to their titles and perks. Results-orientation is considered inconsequential in the scheme of things. The UWP, a ship of fools gropes its way onward onto the horizon of its uncertain future.

January 31, 2014 at 5:19 PM
Anonymous said...

De man do crap as PM and him vex cause dey doh want more crap from him? What kind of crap he talkin?

February 3, 2014 at 5:51 PM

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