Mace, race & the pace of disruption
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FAST paced and furious. Not surprising, but swift as hare as Annette snatched the mace and tried to bolt. It was heavy. Not Usain, she stumbled and the stampede was because she was not in “Dead’s Ville”. The Speaker silenced even though not muzzled; desperately holding his wand, mace that is, as Annette’s colleagues piled on her; thankfully, not all 31. Joe piled his Boyish Shenanigans, virtually from afar, while Ramjattan stayed his distance as the circus rolled. He wasn’t in haste for the mace for it’s heavier than the bottle; not the one with sanitiser! Hold on! Sanitiser could be a good camouflage! Atta Boy!

What couldn’t be camouflaged was the assault on decency; again, by a bunch who masquerade as the upholders of decorousness, decency that is. Remember the posters in green and yellow? Honesty and what? Ooops… silent, actually; now. Penchant they say, for assault. One on the constitution that David led bringing Patto in the dark of night to GE-COME. Caught in the headlights, HE-GONE! Charran wasn’t speared, as was the democratic process after his three yeses as was intelligence with mystical and whimsical maths of Hughes proportion that tickled the courts here and afar!

The assault baton was snatched by Mingo, who, with unlimited oxygen supply, made red numbers vanished and green ones larger. Mathamagician! Caught in the daylight in the five-month run, he was tamed by the recount. Still not willing to learn, behind a mask not for Corona, one of contemptible ignominy, the mace was the target. Hijack, quiet the Speaker, halt the session at breathtaking pace. That was the plan; rehearse et al.
Staff, Brave Soldier, held on to mace as abuse without grace flowed from the Philli MP. Man and mace on ground with disgrace in the air as Ramjattan sought refuge in his spirit-uality! Mace saved, Speaker unmuted, session back in, Ash heard but unseen by red wall of MP as greens competed for attainment of higher decibels invoking images of the shave-ice man.

It was a cold ending to a hot beginning to disrupt with swiftness. With his own wall, the Speaker spoke and spoke, well, that’s his job and Ash’s Bill was passed so was Ramjattan by his colleagues when they filed out. Having missed the cue, without any pace, he ambled outwards assisted by spirit-ual embellishments with the crowning moment. So did North-en. His plan went south, as his influence. He lost the mace and pace to disrupt. His house not spared; David, chips in hand, and Joe guarding door even as brooms boomed out!

 

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