The Parrot
The Parrot hasn’t had a chance to revisit books in an effort to refresh its memory on nursery rhymes. Yeah, having been all grown up, I am more occupied with other things, nursery rhymes being the least of my priorities. However, a recent press release which was given prominence by the Big Market paper, immediately “transported” me back to my childhood. Since reading the article in last Saturday’s edition of the said paper, a particular nursery rhyme is stuck in head; “Three Blind Mice”.
People are generally classified as being visually impaired when they cannot see. Mice too. With this impairment, one cannot make an informed judgement and opinion based on what they would have seen. However, there are some with no known visual impairment who make pronouncements; pronouncements which clearly indicate that they suffer from acute blindness. There is no reason to doubt that the mice in the rhyme were blind; however, based upon the article in question, there is no reason to believe that the three characters involved can see.
The three; two tirade…oops, sorry, two trade unionists and a media opportunist, jointly opine that “…Guyana has never been this bad…” Now, I cannot help but opine that they had to be feeling the effects of a “joint” to make such a “blind” statement. These three mice, oops again, three “musketeers” as they are referred to, seem to be a new political alliance with only three members, themselves. Apparently the people at the Place of CONgress and at the KEY headquarters have discarded them. However, the convenient protest of these three mice, ah… “politicians”, are being used to propagate the political adventurism of Palm Tree Jungle and the Turn-key party.
Lincoln, not the car; Norris, not Chuck and Mark, not this paper Editor, who were charged for disorderly behaviour by Henry, not Jeffery, are trying their utmost to seek public attention in the context of opposing Uncle Bharrat. They are trying to “out-do” Uncle Bob (Corbie), “Ruff-fella” (the turn-key man), Norton (who Uncle Bob and Volda discard), Van West (who challenging Uncle Bob) and others from the less-than-smaller parties. These three, are trying to “out-do” the poor-turned-out protests and grovel for media attention by flaunting their ASSets.
Yes, with all their rants about how bad Guyana is and how difficult it is for people, the former “straight-up” man with a crooked surname drives around a multi-million dollar worth vehicle; Tundra! Things “so bad” that he drives, not one, but two! The car-name trade unionist built a big-big fancy house on the East Coast and the other with the “star-boy” name enjoys many privileges from his position. So, the obvious question is, how can these privileged men claim that Guyana has never been so bad? In their boys’ time, Forbes and Desi that is, there weren’t even roads, much less two Tundras!
Then, there wasn’t enough food and money was scarce. Building houses was done only by Mr. Joe; the builder in the primary school book! So how come things bad now? Look how many houses and businesses were built over the years. Construction continues rapidly. Look how many thousands of cars there are now that every driver, including these three, does “fret” because of the plenty traffic jam. In Forbes and Desi time a car used to pass every hour and nine out of ten times it was a Minister. The list of developments for the last seventeen years too long to list, any person with eye-sight will know that these three men are as blind as the mice in the nursery rhyme.
With regard to the “Tundra” man, who physically abused his wife during a show in BV a few months back, the case was not dealt with through the courts. Reports suggest that was not the first of his “expression of love”. The “pashway” was big. Dem boys who witnessed it know it was “nothing to laugh about”. She, the Mrs. that is, has since reportedly filed for divorce. What is bad is that this was not dealt with by law enforcement. Maybe, this is the bad the three mice,…oops, the three men in question were alluding to. It was bad for such things to happen in Guyana! Back to my nursery rhyme book. “Tom, Tom, the piper son…” Squawk! Squawk!
