In love with Victoria

Love at first sight does exist...I'm convinced. Last night I heard a local rock band perform for the first time. One of my best friends is the drummer for this band. I knew he was in a band, what I did not know was how serious this group of young people were and how much depth there was behind their music, what they did and how much they have faith in being controllers of their destinies.

I like rock music, I used to listen to it more some time a back, many moons ago, so it wasn't that out of place for me to find myself in Pabloz to support my friend who was an integral input in this music group.

To say the performance was world class is an understatement. The synergy of the band was ever present, the lyrics were poetic, not in the rhyming sense, but full of meaning. The music sounded like it was professionally recorded and played back, but this was a live performance.

After the show, on the way home I wanted to open the cd and listen to them again, my girlfriend, not as rock inclined as me had unfortunately had her quota for the night.

When I got home I opened up the cd and was impressed with everything. I mean, this is stuff that was done in T&T, it is something that is not intrinsically part of our culture.

The lyrics are insane. The enhanced cd's inhancements add so much more to the output of the band and their character and depth is evidenced in their biography video. In my view, this was heartfelt recollections of the band and what's in store for the future.

After listening to a few tracks, this cd is one of those few that will remain in my cd player for a long, long, long time...

Moving forward, I'm definitely interested in anything else this band has to offer, and I would try to follow them in England as they break new ground and expand their boundaries.

To Dexter, Chad, Unkle, Barry and Gerard...Tripped and Falling...Rock on...

Bushit!!!

My pun on the word Bullshit to Bushit would confer to anyone its new meaning after reading the following statement by Barbara Bush on the plight and heartache of the victims of Hurricane Katrina:
"Everyone is so overwhelmed by the hospitality. And so many of the people in the arena here, you know, were underprivileged anyway, so this, this is working very well for them."

Bushit!!! Where do I begin? I do not even know how to respond, I am at a loss for words...

Poetry in yuh Puefn!

This is poetry in yuh ras
It might seem crude or even crass
But doh let it bodder yuh ass
Eat some beans and get plenty gas
You'll realize that soon, all that will pass

Poetry don't even hadda rhyme
Well not all de time
Oh shucks, I just contradicted my point
Well then, let me refrain
Oh shoot, I did it again

Some say no to drugs and smoking
I say no to jackass party voting
I say don't sweat the small stuff
Go sweat in de gym and get buff

This poetry is without merit
Ms. piggy really digs kermit De frog,
de frog with that high voice
High off of weed, not by choice

Today, I trying to take it easy
Like washin wares without squeazy
Easy squeazy, broke em jeezy
Off the hizzle, fuh shizzle my neezy
KFC and Royal Castle is very greasy

Still reading, ok, that's great
To get shredded cheese you grate
What lies ahead some say is fate
What lies behind is too late

This ensemble of meaningless lingo
Does discount previous interllectual convo
Back to work now I must go
But how I talking like Yoda so

Peace out
San Fernando is down south
Lemme hush mih mouth
De tiles in de bathroom have plenty grout

Independent Nation, Dependent Population

So T&T, Happy 43rd Independence. How Independent are we really? How much better off are we as a nation and a people free from the enslaving hands of our colonial forefathers? What good a job has the PNM, UNC whoever done to deserve this status of Independence.

As we parade and celebrate and galavant trini style, let's not forget that we live in an independent nation where some fool can open fire on children playing steel pan and a government sees logic in purchasing a blimp whose price could've outfitted the entire police service with new vehicles so they could respond in less than one and a half hours to a shooting in a panyard that is 5 minutes drive away.

My view is that indpendence means...

1. There is no one for the government to answer to

2. There is a lot of freedom, freedom for bandits, vagabonds and politicians to do what de ass they want to

3. There is not accountability to any authority, even to God

4. We have a national flag for obese women to wave and wine to during Panorama

5. We have a national anthem that has lost meaning and value

6. We have watchwords that have become jokewords

So there it is, yes I'm sounding bitter... Happy Independence T&T

Chillin with Mr. Glock and Mssrs. Smith and Wesson

I've been shooting people my whole life. Sometimes I shoot groups of people at a time. I select a target, aim, put my finger on the trigger and when I'm sure of the shot, I execute. The pictures normally come out quite nice. Especially the family ones.

Today I shot a real gun, with real ammo, but not at real people. One gun was the infamous Glock which can hold 17 rounds of ammo. Wow! The other gun was a Smith and Wesson which can hold 13, both semi automatic and quite powerful.

I did quite well, I hit a bull's eye, on my first shot, but after that I was good, but not "bull's eye" good. My girlfriend did slightly better than me, she didn't get a bull's eye but her shots were more consistent. Statistically women shoot better than men because they're able to concentrate more...

I've decided I can't get a real gun just yet, because I will shoot someone, like if I get a bad drive I might say, "Aye, wha de ass happen to you?" Bang, bang!!! It's sad I know, but I'm serious, at least I"m honest about it...

So maybe if the society gets civilised or I take some anger management classes, then I'll get a gun. In the interim, it will be sport and something for me to do every other Sunday.

Billiam

If Bill is short for William...is Will short for Billiam?

My vision 20/20

Vision 20/20 to me is not about building an 850 million dollar sports complex in Tarouba, or having the nicest looking waterfront in the Caribbean, or the offspring of a donkey and a horse as a Prime Minister.

My vision 20/20 is like the vision itself, clear, simple and easy to see. My vision 20/20 is...

>>Not waking up every single morning to another murder

>>Cessation of pothole dodging while driving

>>The ability to access quality healthcare that my tax dollars pay for

>>Having an uncorrupt police service that is equipped with vehicles and can handle emergencies in a timely manner

>>Little or no vagrants in our nation's capital...unless of course you're eccentric and excersise your civic liberties to embrace vagrantism

>>Innocent children do not starve or regress to selling their bodies in order to ensure its very existence

>>The existence of a Pareto Optimal Education system

>>Consumers have rights...(Radical Designs...I still coming back for my money)

>>A braying jackass is not in charge of the affairs of my country

>>The parliament is not made up of little children in pursuit of frivolities instead of public interest

>>I can go visit my grandmother's house in Laventille without the fear of it being life's final journey

>>I have a political party that I can feel confident about putting my "X" next to

>>Clean air to breathe while walking on clean streets

>>No explosions on streets carrying similar names to people I went to school with...Fred and Georgie wherever you are, hope you're cool

Of course the above are basic rights, not privileges or the outcome of a 20 year vision that any citizen, anywhere in the world should enjoy...and you don't need perfect eyes to see that.

Sign of the times...

If a major two-way road servicing thousands of drivers is suddenly converted into a one-way roadway, one would imagine that a sign of some sort would be erected, not only to inform, but moreso to warn drivers of something so significant. One would think...but then again, in T&T we have an uncanny ability to defy simple logic.

Instead we have Authorative Logic. This is the logic of the jackasses in authority. This logic is...well...illogical. Instead of erecting a sign, every morning there are two armed police men equipped with a working police vehicle handing out tickets to drivers who are unaware because of the lack of signage.

I have a sign for the police officers and the jackasses in authority. I will admit that it is simple to erect as it only entails the extension of the middle finger of my right hand.

Sex or TV...the lesser of two evils?

Apparently watching too much TV is not the most mind numbing activity in which one can partake, however, listening to our Prime Minister is quickly coming up the right flank and about to overtake into 1st place. I used to think that TV was so bad for you, that box, the devil's tool, me a mindless human sponge, TV...meant to encourage the wasteage of time and the acceptance of immoral worldy values, and I talking local TV, cable...we'll have to have another journal entry for that.

So if you don't know, the Prime Minister said to watch TV till one falls asleep instead of engaging in sexual intercourse. This was conveyed to squatters who may not even have electricity, or qualify for courts hire purchase or standards nothing down sales to buy a TV. Cable? No, these people have no cable. Even though Pink Panther did indicate that they have DirectTV and a website, www.ghetto.com, because apparently they're laughing and not crying in the ghetto, as is the view of Singing Sandra...wait, I am straying, back to the topic at hand, the Prime Minister is an ass...yes...

So...let's just say that what Mr. Manning said makes sense. Anything has the ability to make sense, except a 1 cent piece.

Thus, we will infer that people prefer to watch TV than engage in one of the most euphoric and powerful activities on the planet, maybe even the universe (do aliens do it? the bees do it, trees do it, may aliens do too...). These same poor people will then have to watch TTT or Government Propaganda. Hmmm...sex or old reruns of friends on TTT...bring out the baby oil baby.

I think that the Prime Minister's wisdomly words of wisdom will make sense only if legislation is passed in parliament that CCTT must provide all squatters with cable, whether they have electricity or not, TV or not. With prime time and late shows like The Real World, Newer episodes of Friends, the Entire WB Network, sex among squatters will fall to zero. Think of the social benefits, halt to horning...

The only way the Prime Minister's plan may fail is if the squatters watch certain shows on Cinemax after 10pm most days of the week (this I'm told...), then this may encourage sexual activity as this is the nature of these shows (of course, this information was provided to me...I am not of that).

If that doesn't work, then squatters can always make the swith, oh yeah, Red 96.7...the new urban sound...

Club Oh Shit...

So last friday, fastness of the literal and maccosious kind found me in this new liming spot. Literal fastness because I went to a rally car launch and maccosious fastness because I wanted to see what this new dread club with the dread lime was all about...O'shit

Club O...where do I begin? Only in T and T could someone build a shack in the middle of reclaimed land, provide parking in a muddy carpark that resembles landscape from the cretaceous period, import sand from Tobago, provide portable toilet facilities and call it a club, a liming spot, de place to be on friday, oh and I forgot, you need a membershit card (intentional spelling mistake) to go inside. Club O'shit...

But the owner of the club smarter than all ah we. Why? Imagine the profits, little or no overheads except for the minimum wage paid to the minium age bartenders, ah mean, no lights (because they light flambeau, probably adds to the atmosphere...yeah...), no water, remember portable toilets, rent? *laugh* and of course drinks that are as expensive in club Zen. Club O'shit... Only in T and T would people park outside of Bayside towers, park in Peake's gas station, and worst of all park along the western main road to go to a substandard liming place. Why because it's the new who's who and who was there and who I see there last week with who and oh yeah I limed in O on friday while eating lunch at the office.

O'no, o'shit, not me again...

Blind 20/20 Vision

I remember my common entrance teacher Mr. John having the loudest, longest, most effective "steups" ever. That steups was worst than the subsdequent cut arse that was to follow the ideosyncrasy of sucking one's teeth with the use of the tongue.

It is a steups that I envy up to this day, some 12 years later, a steups that I am jealous of and wish I could imitate when I hear talk about Vision 20/20 and moving to 1st world status. STEUPS!!!

Everytime I drive on my nation's roads, peruse the daily and weekly (doh talk fuh dat!) newspapers, stand in line waiting for service or to cash only to have someone with, "Oh gosh, ah have somebody waitin in mih car" cut in line, deal with the public service, return defective items to million dollar revenue businesses only to be told of some asinine return policy, test my driving skills dodging potholes, inverted potholes, soon to pave wasa trenches and yadda yadda yadda...I'm reminded of how 3rd world we are and how 1st world we have a long way to go.

Case in point, there was an accident on friday night in cocorite and traffic heading west was backed up all the way to the national stadium. Some drivers, most of them probably rushing home to have bowel movements, decided to turn around and head east along the northbound lane of the western main road. Yes, east. There could've been more accidents that night due to this nonsense. This cannot be the behaviour of a civilised society.

The only people who will ever see Vision 20/20 in Trinidad is those with prescription glasses like myself. Maybe Manning is planning to outfit the nation with spectacles and contacts by 2020...

Morning Drive Time

Recently been thinking about hiring a driver and buying a 5 tonne Bedford truck, one about 20 years old, one that gives you tetanus by just looking at it. Why? Because every morning I have to sin my soul, by cussing these asinine ýdriversý on my way to work, well not cussing the drivers directly, but cussing every non-male relative of their 3 or 4 previous generations on their mother's side. Why?

I honestly believe that colouring within the lines was not emphasized in the preparatory education system of this country. This is why trinis have trouble staying within the white lines, especially when cornering...

There is also a great shortage of indicator light bulbs in this country. About 99% of cars on our roads have blown indicator bulbs, because I'd hate to think that 99% of our drivers do not effortlessly move a lever on the side of their steering to indicate a turn, I'm sure they do, it's the damn bulbs that are blown...even on extremely new vehicles...go figure

Horns should not be used to hail out large bottomed pedestrians, yuh padner who yuh ent see in ages (maybe he made a jail) or to signal that yuh pullin bull on your way to work at de bank...

b13s, b14s, b15s are not race cars...really, they're not

Everyone does not need to know that you downloaded a low quality version of Ganja Farmer and that you have a distorted pong...

So, if I get a Bedford with third party insurance from Capital, I don't have to worry about bouncing the fool in front, who just used his horn to assist in bull pulling and whose indicator light is blown while changing lanes that other drivers were unsure that he was in, in the first place (overlapping white line syndrome), while ponging heavily distorted Ganja Farmer, and enacting enough g-force to test a formula 1's limits in a b13 on biscuit tyres.

Nuff Said!

My Prime Minister is an ass, the derriere type, not the beast of burden

Among being an incompetent, bumbling, incompetent fool, the Prime Minister has now added to his repertoire, his ability to refer to himself in the 3rd person while using two negatives to make a positive. English and Math skills are important when running a third world country, I agree, but check this out...

While addressing a crowd he is quoted as saying, "that the Prime Minister has heightened security, it is because we are not unaware of a threat to the Prime Minister's life at this time, that is the reality in which we live."

Gerard Edwards does not unanticipate that this would not discontinue and looks forward to it not being unamusing. Oops...

Exercising my writes...

You know those among us of considerable age (ol' people) who read everything in every newspaper and listen to every talk show on every radio station and watch all the news on all the news stations and complain and offer their ýexpertý opinion on everything. Well thatýs going to be my aim in my journals, except that I'll have less wrinkles. Iým will endeavour to stay away from everyday boring stuff like crime and politics as such, but occasionally touch on them. I shall more focus on trivial/trifling/inconsequential issues, but one must realize that these issues have a domino effect on the society, so in fact I'd really be talking about serious issues, which is what I did not want to do in the 1st place. Dammit, herein lies the predicament. Oh and of course, I'll try to be funny, even if I'm the only one that reads it at least I'll make someone laugh, or I may not. So look out for me writing about stuff that I didn't want to write about in the first place. Good-bye!