Land-gate, Sheepgate, Fowl-gate: Resign or Remain

THE 592. GUARDIAN. ACCOUNTABILITY JOURNALISM FOR GUYANA 

Land-gate, Sheepgate, Fowl-gate: Resign or Remain

The question has been put to me in no uncertain manner: should Pres Ali resign?  It’s my sabbath, so the answer will have to wait.  Also, let this much be said in the open-air: whatever the recommendations I offer my president, it would be for his ears only.  Having said that, there’s still my duty to the Guyanese people.  When the people ask questions, the people must get answers.

No one, neither man nor woman, should stick around when his name has become mud.  When there’s no basis, the claims are unfounded, then he must take the fight to the enemy.  Stick around and stick it to the wackos and sickos.  I did.  Pres Ali has a lot of land.  Means that there’s plenty mud for him to wade through when it rains.  Rocky ground when the heat arrives, the slush freezes.  Where could this lead: heaven or hell.  Moreover, Pres Ali has a ton of sheep, cows by the cargo plane, and shrimp by the seine full.  It’s a wonderful life when a man has a sweet weekend resort to retreat to, and listen to the grass grow.  But all those flocks of richly fed fowls and ducks, cows and sheep, tells me that Pres Ali has a considerable amount of manure to navigate around.  He may do so successfully.  But the odors, Mr. President.  Odors of that kind have a habit of clinging stubbornly.  Like secondhand cigarette smoke, that is also hazardous to health.  Including politicos.  Even presidents don’t have the proper level of immunity in such situations.

Resign in the wake (and stench) of Pres Ali’s Animal Farm.  Should he, or shouldn’t he?  Having myself managed with more than one PPP Govt-inspired witch-hunt, the president may try his luck.  I remind him of this one nonnegotiable condition: it would be better if he has no brooms lying around in secret compartments.  Those are dead giveaways and spur on the hunters to more raucous efforts.  I use the opportunity to remind Pres Ali and his posse of that old truism: what goes around comes around.  I warned he and his people: don’t mess with me.  Well, his own people now turn against he (and he against them) in a war of words, claims and counterclaims, over sheep, land, fowl and duck.  Guyana (and the PPP) has degenerated into a regular meat market.  Me, I still going to chuch, reading my Bible, keeping the faith.  Caution: Mock Maker! And a reckoning comes.  All those piety stops in off-limits houses represented the lows in political hypocrisy.  Using god, and recruiting some greedy pastors to sell their souls (and flocks), has payback.  Indeed, there’s a time for everything under the sun. 

There was a time when Mohamed Irfaan Ali and Azruddin Mohamed monopolized the laughter in Guyana.  Now, it seems, is their time for pointing fingers at one another, trading insults, and weeping.  There was a time when Dr. Ali’s people said that I am Mohamed’s people.  Now the same Mohamed alleges that Dr. Ali is that kind of people.  Land in Long Creek.  Lan-tun posts by the Linden Highway.  Lakes for a languid fish life.  The common denominator is the national leader.  According to him, the banks have his

back (loans).  According to him, he has the papers to drive some perverse people out of the press.  From storied English Literature, I use Lady Macbeth to remind Excellency All all the perfumes in Arabia will not sweeten this little hand.”  He has some sanitizing to do.  Capable of doing so, I think.  Must strive, deliver.

The question lingers.  Hints rejected.  Strongarm maneuvers tried.  Should he resign?  Should he stay and reign?  He does and he is shaggier than the sheep on that farm.  Bad when dry.  Worse when it is wet.  The smell that overpowers.  I am trying to give the president some subtle nudges on how to save face. 

The longer he sticks around, the greater the risk that there is nothing left to save.  A considerable amount of damage done.  It is time I leave.

THE 592. GUARDIAN. ACCOUNTABILITY JOURNALISM