UNC’s hideous, highly public display of their alpha males in a bullfight
is sickening because we know what they are after. Power for power’s
else. Except the spoils. Which they have enjoyed once, and hope to again.
Why should the PNM have it all? “We’ll sleep with the devil if we have
to get some‚” they holler as they pounce on one another, trip one
another up, cynically recruit another, or fling another out of the ring to
decide who among them deserves power the most.
PNM, too, has power for power’s sake. For the sake of the roses. For the
sake of the gas. For the sake of the spoils from steep oil prices. For the
good times. The travel, the perks, the deals that fix them up for life.
are our politicians? When they take their oaths to serve, I want to throw
up. The umbilical cord tying them to “serve” us, the people who depend
on them for our lives (health, education, jobs) they take absent-mindedly,
like people who’ve got better things to do. Like take care of
are slowly bleeding to death while they wrestle in the ring for the power
that gives them control over this oil-rich kingdom.
be a heady feeling for Government and Opposition MPs when they are taking
that oath. Like signing a contract for daily unlimited shots of cocaine
and beautiful virgins on call 24 hours a day, with an option to renew same
every five years. Like getting your reward for being a suicide bomber in
your lifetime, without dying!
wonder then that when some worn-down woman or man in their constituency
stands before them crying that their HIV positive son is dying on the bare
hospital floor, untreated; or that another son has been shot in drug and
gang warfare; or that their schoolboy shot another dead just to show who
is boss because nobody is guiding them; or that they can’t read or write
in a school system that pushes them up and then out into the filthy
streets, increasingly clogged with cars and broken up public transport; or
that they live on less than 12 dollars a day and there are 400,000 more
like them, that they nod absentmindedly, and move off in a cloud of
nauseatingly strong perfume.
have to go and get their next fix. It could be drinking with the old boys,
flying first class to a five-star hotel, or being carried off in their
Mercedes Benz for a meeting on important issues, all of which are geared
towards ensuring that their heady lifestyles are kept, or if they are in
the Opposition, are being fought for.
“issues” on which both sides, Government and Opposition include the
spoils: undeclared million-pound bank accounts; bribes and corruption in
the nation’s golden egg Ministries of Energy and Works; using the
hundreds of millions budgeted for URP and Cepep as political payback for
gang leaders controlling voting constituencies.
our health, our schools, our roads, our infrastructure, our jobs, our
homes are bleeding to death.
are the drugged, fatalistic sheep distinguished only by our logos of the
balisier and the rising sun watching the bulls fight for what rightfully
belongs to us. Of course, we are sheep. Who can say anything to powerful,
ruthless men intent on getting or keeping power? Can we tell them to their
face they are pathetic, pompous, pumped-up with the hot air of power, not
at all statesman-like, and we may look like sheep but we know they are not
fighting for us.
they have so cut off “service” from their job description that their
country is turning into a wasteland and its people, they think, into
fatalistic, helpless dummies who will give them heaven on earth.
week the UNC will whine about the spoils the PNM took. This week the PNM
will gloat and cry over the spoils the UNC grabbed when they were in
power. That UNC fight, PNM “moral” posturing was never about us.
It’s not about us. Just so they know, we know.