Wickedness and its rewards

    WICKEDNESS AND ITS REWARD

Working in Casualty, or what is now called, more grandly at unnecessary length, the Accident and Emergency Department, the staff should not be interested in the cause or blame for the injuries they are treating. No matter whether the slashed throat is due to a failed attempt at suicide or to physical persuasion of a lady to have sex, it needs treatment in much the same manner.

However, in the pages of a daily paper we can speculate and argue about such matters. Not only can we, but we actually do.

I was glad to see, in a recent local[publication, that we were urged to wake from our drugged sleep, shake the scales from our eyes, open the same eyes wide, take our heads from the sand, grab the bull by the horns and put our hands to the plough while keeping our heads high, our shoulders to the wheel and concentrating on the needs of the twenty-first century.  Well, almost, anyway.

Another writer, more directly, in the same issue, thought that the US and its Army was, once again, pissing against the wind.

And, in the Advocate on the same glorious day, Bizzy Williams gave some excellent advice on how to manage our traffic idiocies.

Roxanne Gibbs was worrying about those free condoms in male Glendairy, Peter Morgan about the economy of International Druggery, and Bizzy about how to punish naughty drivers. It was nearly too much for my quiet breakfast, but I felt the urge to stand up and clap.

Now, no matter how brilliant we Bajans are, it's still a good idea when we hope to achieve something to look at how other people may have achieved the same thing. Or failed.

"Another P.M." thought that it was pretty silly to try to stop the growth and transport of those lovely, expensive drugs instead of stopping the market for them. Lee Kwan Yew succeeded in Singapore! How? By legislating the death penalty for possession of a month's supply of drugs, while saying Thank You and Goodbye to the Privy Council, as we should have done years ago. So the sensible drug barons, whatever their pigmentation, took their business elsewhere. 

Do you think that an American President, or the Senate, or the House of Representatives could possibly pass such legislation? Stupid question! May I point out to Peter that however stupid it may be to piss against the wind, it does empty the bladder! Similarly, the US needs to show it's doing something about drugs.  We are not deceived, but the American voters are deceived. And they aren't blamed! It's those wicked foreigners who grow the stuff and even trade in it. Stop them, please. It's not our American fault at all! So that market can never be stopped. 

Why shouldn't we profit from those democratic absurdities? Why shouldn't we use our good cane land to grow opium poppies? There's no longer any profit in growing sugar cane. 

As for those French Letters in Glendairy we should certainly supply them and also do all we can to encourage homosexuality. It's heterosexuality which produces all those badly behaved children. Not a single one, male or female, comes from homosexual action! But perhaps we should insist that they are Registered Homos. How? Well if they get the condoms they must pay for them by having that pleasurable organ dyed permanently in our national colours, blue and gold. A noble and patriotic sacrifice for the benefit of our Nation. Soon we may be able to install in it a chip to play the National Anthem (first verse). 

What a pity that Bizzy, although as much of a patriot and Native Bajan as I am, does not quite realise how kind we Bajans are. That driver of a Public Service Vehicle who was convicted a very few years ago of his eightieth (or was it eighty-second?) traffic offence still retained his driving licence! How could that kindly magistrate prevent him making his living, feeding his children and clothing his girl-friend? All because of a technicality! 

But, on the other hand, if it is a rich, whitish driver, his licence should be forfeited for any offence! Then he would have to employ a driver, thereby reducing unemployment. That wouldn't be Racism, would it?

Let me hear your comments: e-mail me at jackleacock@jackleacock.itgo.com

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