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football
and well-played alcohol will break down every social wall
From WM Herbert, Handmade (for the World
Summit of Arts and Culture, Newcastle UK
June 2006)
Dear Ken, Sir,
So a decade
after we fo-rum together - because you know for sure we share more than the
same initials and on the same programme at the World Summit of Arts and Culture
in Newcastle when you got a taste of the stuff Trini creativity is made of -
you coming for more, eh? On my home turf? Ah
drinking babash, cause dey…
Sir Ken boy, ah
hear they importing you to we soil – ‘cause nothing cyar hide in we choonkey
lil island. Although we have no grapevine and grow no grapes, news, especially
if iz some cochoor, spread like crop season bushfire. The bacchanal and cankalang alone could drive
ah woman to drink. Ah drinking babash,
cause dey…
From the fire in
meh wire ah hear they bringing you and some other boys, just like they bringing
the IMF, to tell we about creativity and what to do with we education and how
to do creative business and about creative enterprise. As if we don’t know how
to do creative business.
Ah drinking
babash, cause dey…
Sir Ken boy, you
think we Trinis don’t know creative business? You really don’t know how
creative we could get with we rum! We could take next people rum and bottle it
and say is we rum yes. A label over a label and look papaya - is your rum! That
is how creative we could get, here, Sir Ken boy. You might want to use that in
one of your speeches.
Ah drinking babash,
cause dey…
We have we own
kind of creative economy too and creative accounting and management that is
what they lorn in dem Institutes for higher, or hire, learning - I not sure which.
They growing creative managers and we still hoping they go ripen into some leaders.
Where else, eh, billions of dollars flowing in from oil, dey say, and all them
oil business in billions of dollars debt and they not thinking bout diversifying they still waiting for the next
oil boom, just like how as soon as Carnival done, they cyar wait fuh the next
one. Is like dat. That sounds like some creative sense to you? Oil tabanca to
fill a tabantruck. And the lil artist and writer still balancing a budget and
living without debt eh, so is tax and tax and tax we into debt and drink. Ah drinking babash, cause dey…
Sr Ken, I know
you like to talk about enterprise. I could tell you about Enterprise. In fact I
will show you, when you come. In
Enterprise dem boys know creative pursuits eh. Guns, drugs, murder and mayhem. Dey
learn well. Wild wild west style just like in the movies they cyar practice
they trigger-happiness in, cause we doh have ah movie industry. So is practice on
the streets, day and night: bang! bang! Live movie action. Ah drinking babash, cause dey…
Sir Ken, remember
the couple nail biting hours we shared watching the 2006 World Cup qualifiers in
front of that screen in the Newcastle/Gateshead caterpillar they call the arts
centre – we have one now too, we own arts centre that not only look like a
caterpillar, it have caterpillars and other termites crawling all over too, right smack in front
the Range as if to say is a bigger saga boy than the natural beauty of the Northern
Range. Crumbling like all them institutions law, parliament, education, all crumbling at the beams from termites and parasites 'cause the centre cannot hold. It open in 2009, three years after I return from the Summit, talk about cultural transference. You will see it when you come, if
you get time to step out of the higher-at place they keeping you nah, I could take you on an eye-opening LiTTour - a Journey Through the Landscapes of Fiction - although it staring you in your face is all fiction eh, no truth in that at all at all.
Ah drinking babash, cause
dey…
Sir Ken, boy,
your visit really send me down memory lane. When we was watching that football match
World Cup Qualifiers T&T vs UK 2006. I nearly chew-out the top
of all meh fingers after that first goal, hoping that we boys would at least
score one peeny-weeny goal against ye old Brits so I could ah tell the fo-rum the
next day when I presenting on MAS Culture what mas do fuh we! Well-qualified to
tell how we boys had some good babash that’s why they lick all-yuh good. Ah drinking babash, cause dey…
But just how they rig the match and give we
poor boys dat coonoomoonoo kindda liquor the Scots call ‘water of life’ ooskie,
so the boys played like coonoomoonoos. Is no different nah, is just so they rig
my presentation and I come with the best powerpoint with motion video of the
winning 2006 most colourful wining Carnival girls inserted in powerpoint even
before powerpoint had invented the movie insert feature – but the first world
didn’t have the new software to run it, at least that is what they say, as if I
could believe that the first world didn’t have the software and me from me from
a teeny weeny backward banana boat island have this technology. Ah drinking babash, cause dey …
Good thing I had
a back-up plan and walk with me rum for the fo-rum in the NewCastle caterpillar,
eh Sir Ken, boy. Because between you and me you never know how them boys would
perform. But we could export real creative ways of managing football funds eh –
arkse Jack, ah warn you, it go blow yuh mind. We creative fuh so. Ah drinking babash ‘cause dey…
That day at the
summit when you and your boys stumbled out of the room, with two goals and well
at least I scored with some ‘well-played alcohol’ – ask WM Herbert who made
that poem for and on our fo-rum at the World Arts Summit where that line came
from.
football and well-played alcohol will break down every social wall
From WM Herbert, Handmade (for the World Summit of Arts and Culture, Newcastle UK June 2006)
Is we Trini rum
he talking ‘bout! It is true we didn’t win the world football qualifying match,
but we won the World Summit fete! Ah could tell you that because I had the
creative intelligence to pack meh bottle ah rum for the fo-rum! You have to
agree, that was pure genius to break down them social walls if not the glass
ceiling, eh! And it look like I help T&T qualify too cause at last now we
have you, Sir, come here and grace we with your knightly presence! After all
the times I have to go to talk to fo-rums in all yuh first world, tho not here,
eh, not here! But exchange is no robbery where creative enterprise is concerned
eh. Now you understand?
Ah drinking
babash, cause dey…
Sir Ken boy, to
tell you the truth, I really thought when I see the invitation from the World
Summit on Arts and Culture to talk, and me name list next to yours on the
programme, I thought that is why I was invited you know, to bring some Trini
rum for the fo-rum, so is the first thing I pack. And 9/11 rules didn’t kick in
yet so I could walk through immigration with it so bold face holding it in
front me, waving it like the national flag and all them immigration and customs
people through the Brit airport nodding and smiling maybe hoping for a sip.
Ah drinking babash cause dey…
I couldn’t bring
babash though. It was not just because of the airline rules and ye olde
mercantilist impulse to make everything indigenous like we own way of making we
own rum illegal. It is really because as a true daughter of the soil - eating
dirt, as they say, cause breaking that glass ceiling tough boy - I holding on
to me secret knowledge of babash-making because we like to keep we real
creative stuff hidden in the backyard nah. Ah
drinking babash ‘cause dey…
They importing
you and the boys to tell them how to be creative without a mind about parting
with their creatively-earned foreign exchange – easy come easy go.
Ah drinking babash ‘cause dey…
Who knows more
than me about how they killing creativity, eh, about passion eh, about living
yuh talent, about multiple intelligences eh? Ah drinking babash ‘cause dey…
Now we boys don’t
have not even a peeny eeny bit of curiosity to know the secret knowledge of
creating babash, after they kill the industry dead dead to feed a few pipers to
play some foreign tune for them. Those who have a lil curiosity want to know for
free, ask Spree, and still they wouldn’t listen. Ah drinking babash ‘cause dey…
If you want to
know how to kill Trini creativity – Sir Ken boy – I know that is yur pet
subject and you want some local insights, I sharing, for free because in
T&T the arts is a freeco thing, only to laugh for an evening comedy show,
not to use to make education and law and social reengineering and to mean something
to we in we own image. Nah. We have to
hide it and practice it in secret – like drinking babash.
Is not just the
education system, nah, is how they stomp out we homemade rum and make it
illegal – the same way they make we marriage traditions and drum beating
traditions illegal, and plenty plenty thing that good for the grass roots – if yuh catch me drift – everything
grass roots illegal here, even grass. Dat’s why nobody take on the law. It
illegal to get married, it illegal to have sex, it illegal to smoke weed and
still everybody doing it. Just like we have laws against murders, laws against
incest, laws against violence and child abuse, laws against thiefing, and laws
against all kinds ah thing – and that eh stop nobody! Ah drinking babash, ‘cause dey…
Maybe they think
that as a daughter I shudda be tie up and tie de knot not realizing that is one
old law – and who take on the law here anyway eh – get married at 12, 14, 16 - not
me. I keep my focus on the instructions to go forth and multiply which I really
thought mean go fly off on this trip and dat trip and multiply intelligence,
with this idea and that idea, and follow this dream and that dream to teach
people about creativity and cultural industries and how to reengineer education
for self-esteem and to think for themselves and to value what they know and
what they have and appreciate they multiple intelligences – I really
thought that is what that meant yes: go forth and multiply. Ah
drinking babash, ‘cause dey…
I fly out because
I didn’t want to be stripped of me self-respect, left wandering in the street
like the lil ex-Mayor of Chaguanas, nah. We filling them lil girls head with
ambition that a Woman’s Place is in the House of Parliament and some of the
women we put in the top there only want your head cause they head filled with
being part of the old boys’ club. Sisterhood dead dead. That is what happen
when you put yourself up for public office here. You could turn into a raving
lunatic if you don’t have a stash ah babash, yes arkse ex-Mayor Natasha.
Ah drinking babash, ‘cause dey…
As she find out
too, it turns out, I was wrong and I should ah stay home and mind baby and leave
them ambitions to the boys, like you, who they importing through the creative
cultural foreign stock exchange and stick with me home made backyard country
brew.
Ah drinking babash, ‘cause dey…
Although I not
from the Caroni, like everybody else who come here by boat my ancestors get rum
before they get pay, so this fo-rum thing in meh blood and I still could knock
back a good few like any of the boys at any fo-rum, mano-y-mano, shatter the
glass bottles if not the glass ceiling – you want a list ah the fo-rums in
which I scored fo-rum after fo-rum: Newcastle, South Africa, India, Malaysia, France,
Costa Rica, Brazil, Argentina, Belize, Jamaica, Colombia, Mexico, Barcelona,
Scotland, Montreal … It reading like the World Cup qualifying list eh?
Ah
qualify for sure, drinking babash, ‘cause
dey…
When you come ah
go show you, Sir Ken, here at home we know where to find the real stuff. Is a
small island, nah. Everybody know where to find babash or guns or drugs, or who
kidnapping who for ransom and who planning to do for who, who doing prayers on
who head, who is the boys dealing, and trading and stacking organs and orange
juice in freezers – everybody and they lawyer know, but not the law – we call
it creative blindness because if you know yuh could get you light out, just so
just so. Ah drinking babash, ‘cause dey…
Sir Ken, you
will find out for yourself, eh. Here, everybody done know everything ahready.
All we want is a lil laugh and that’s why they invite you, so they could laugh
a lil bit. They done know that culture is a song and a dance and a comedy show
so everybody with a lil bit a creativity try to get into comedy because they
have to eat. Plain and simple. Culture is not about intelligences and policy
and curriculum development and conscience building, and social stability and
inclusion and management, and business. You mad or what? And is best they hear
it from you who doh really know dem so it could sound nice and distant and
theoretical and academic. You would be fine. Dey wouldn’t cut the mike on you
because you from foreign, as they do to me for talking the naked truth. Ah drinking Babash cause dey…
Sir Ken, you
would have a great time. You go come; you go go back home and say what a nice
people, who laugh plenty at all you jokes and make some ah they own jokes too,
and the rum flow like water and the babash hiding in the back room and you get a nice bit a foreign exchange people here
cyar even get to send they children who away to school. Ah drinking babash ‘cause dey…
When you leave
we could go back to blaming the old Brits for the mess we in although the Brits
using we creativity to teach creativity, and we with we own independent
institutions in we own self-determining nation – well is not we is dem to blame. Ah drinking babash, cause they…
If you want some
fresh material, for Port of Spain or even for them TED Talks you know where to find me, eh Sir Ken, boy, and say how-do-you-do-to-me girl Lizzie eh, and me famalee, the royalings, and if you have luggage space take these letters I have for she, please 'cause ah cyar afford the postage stamps. Ah drinking
babash, cause they…
If you want to
know the rest of the refrain, arkse that Rumbunctious Rumraj.
World
Summit repositions arts & culture
Clear
role in governance and sustainability defined
By Dr
Kris Rampersad
football and well-played alcohol
will break down every social wall.
From WM Herbert, Handmade
(For the World Summit of Arts and Culture, June 2006)
If culture is to be defined as the product of human
interactions,
the place of the human in a world traumatised by diminishing
social, environmental, political and equitable economic relations was at the
core of the World Summit on Arts and Culture.
Held in Newcastle/Gateshead, England from June 14 to 18, 2006
through sponsorship by the International Federation of Arts Councils and
Culture Agencies, the Arts Council of England and the Commonwealth Foundation,
the Summit saw arts and culture practitioners and activists in dialogue with
policy makers, planners and supporters.
In keeping with the theme “transforming people, transforming
lives,” some 500 Summit participants grappled with challenges of helping
Governments and decision makers to recognise the position of culture and the
arts in regenerating societies’ physical and social environments and economies.
Effectively, they invited revision in conceptualisation, approaches, and
methods that have so far dominated decision-making, which, in the general
division of labour functions and responsibilities, have left regeneration and
sustenance to the sciences, economics, politics and the hard-core world of
doers - not dreamers.
Skepticism that the arts has a place in this isn’t altogether
unfounded, given that artistic development has traditionally leaned on
philanthropy, the generosity of supporters, donors, endowments, and other the
like - polar opposites, surely, to, notions of sustainability.
But some 30 presenters outlined working examples of how, when
well-directed, the cultural industries can sustain societies: from use of
architecture to reduce delinquency in a district in Houston, to development of
a district in Ethiopia by indigenous craft, to how the Carnival festival from
Trinidad and Tobago has evolved to global proportions represented in some 150
countries around the world and involving a range of artistic talents and
skills. Participants were also exposed
to the UK’s Creative Partnerships that effected regeneration through art,
architecture, music, design, theatre and film. In Kielder, for example, art and
architecture such as the Belvedere and Skyspace combine with the local
landscape, riverscape and skyscape to bring the natural environment into
sharper human focus, while encouraging environmental protection and reviving
the district’s tourist economy.
From
an unchallenged premise that more people participate in culture, than vote, the
Summit asserted the potential of culture and the arts in providing for basic
human needs of food, shelter and clothing, while retaining its traditional role
in nourishing minds. In its easy capacity to support co-existence and
accommodate divergent views, polar opposites, diversity and difference through
its metaphors and similes, borrowings and samplings, and general artistry, arts
and culture were seen to hold key solutions to minimizing the negative impact
of the conflicts between economic development and sustainability, technological
advancement and traditional practices, nature and nurture that result in social
and economic inequalities, disempowerment, and ethnic strife.
The exchange of project and ideas for processes of execution, as
well as methods of quantifying input and outputs from arts and culture-based
projects were stimulating and inspiring. NewcastleGateshead proved the ideal
incubator for this global mishmash of thinkers and doers. De-hyphenated and brought together to create
one of the world’s most successful stories of the potential of arts and culture
for not only economic regeneration but social cohesion of “rival districts”,
these districts are now joined by the hip, as it were, in the Sage Centre where
the Summit was located. In all of this, participants found time to create a
World Choir and a Summit Song, A Poem - an extract from which is cited above -
a drama; share nail-biting moments of the FIFA World Cup, and take a sneak peak
into Hollywood’s Hogsworth, through the hospitality of the Duchess of
Northumberland at Alnwick Castle where parts of the JK Rowling’s Harry Potter
movies were filmed.
Dear Lizzie,
But Aye Aye! Look the place that made Jack! Watch meh for a minute nah! Like onion in me eye? Lizzie, leh we ramajay, lil bit.
Greetings from d once-Empire. #Happiest #Trinidad, and of course, #Tobago, or maybe, Tobago not so much, where your native man pay for a five minute ad and he get 4.21 minutes. LOL. It look like the smartman get shortchange, yes.
He trying to talk bout some mittens disapprovingly coming off to replace some gloves, to boot. PapaYo. This is d tropics! Somebody tell dem we doh wear gloves or mittens. We hands out in de open, clean clean, you cud see yuh face in it. Yuh didn't notice? We have nothing to hide. Where we going hide it? Eh? Under the mattress? Yuh asking answers yes! Whey d evidence?
Doh mek meh laugh nah. The comedian fool waste half d time talking 'bout Melissa McCarthy and dat Man, and then d next half trying to hang that manJack, and all ah we who not laughing, vex. Every #Sepp, #John and #Jack #HappyLikePappy although they were #Warner/d after being handed an onion-coated #Oliver branch by #FIFA. But doh hu't yuh head, doodoo. What sweet in goat mout, goin sour in d bam bam. We vex because the olive-coloured guy think he whitest, and using we own colourful words like #dotish, and #fahmaleee, and #tabanca - to get some big ratings and cheap laughs doh mind it totally outta context because he probably have some tabanca heself if he aint come #hyar yet to go #bazodee over we #TriniCarnival and #doubles.
He #cyar pronounce it like we but he try to say 'aye aye' and sound so dotish heself and we laughing, or we vex, or we laughing and vex at the same time. Imagine he manage to get Trini words into prime time, at least ten times - more than we hear of we own language on we own TV in the last decade, to tell d truth. Next ting yuh going hear is dat dat #JohnOliver patent we language and we go have to get a licence from he and #BarackObama to use it and all ah we get extradited to the USA to face charges of mauvais langue oui. Talk bout #Jhanjhat!
The audacity of that #comedianfool, Lizzie! He doh know we try as much as we could to erase we own #Trini #MauvaisLangue from the books and minds of children in schools, and forbid dat from we radio and TV, especially at Prime Time so we cud #showoff we #Queen'sEnglish. Yuh kno all yuh language good and we language bad, Comedian Fool! Buying time to use it! Steups. Yuh think you is a #sagaboy but yuh real dotish, yes! Oh gawd, hold me back. We laughing and we #BlueVex.
Wah's dat he say 'bout we music? We is the land ah steelpan and calypso, with plenty picong and satire, laced with onion and the world's hottest peppers - the #Scorpion and #Moruga Red - although we have no patent over dat, either - ask the Aussies! But then we own steelpan music but we dont really own it, and we laughing and we #DamnVex.
How he expect the Jack to use we own music we doh own, eh? He doh kno the steelpan patent in the US? Like he want de good old USA to issue a warrant for he arrest and call for we to extradite he?
Dat might sound offkey. In truth, we keep we own music low key #ForSpite cause we doh want nobody tief it. If d Jack want to use stock music from internet search, just like dem nex jack want to show pale foreign sitcoms on prime time TV rather than some nice juicy peppery picong-laced local satirical political comedy, is dem damn business. Comedian Fool! Mek me vex vex yes, but ah laughing still.
And Lizzie, we laughing too, #EvenIf we #VexLikeHell dat they running stories bout d Jack and FIFA from foreign news like d #coonoomoonoos cyar do dey own investigations and interviews and d man Jack right hyar, right in front dey face. They doh have to take airplane to come hyar to get news like d foreign press but they recycling foreign press news like Bollywood music in #chutney. The rest is only #commess and #couchur #ButLookAtMehCrosses. #LordPutAHand.
We vex because he laughing and #mouthoff loud loud 'bout what we watching on we Prime Time TV, Miss Mary or Miss Molly Pollyanna #SameDifference starring #Melissa McCarthey and a man, #Mike. Or we laughing and trying to make him vex.
We vex because he say something 'bout one ah we own citizen who pull heself up by he own bootstring, ent, and never mind he was nearly head of one of the most powerful sporting empires in the world, all he want is to be #PrimeMinister in a #chunkee lil island - you must know what that feel like, ent Lizzie of the once-Empire? To much #simidimi if u ask me.
If we know d Jack history #TeacherPercySayIfYouTellAhLieYuhGoinToHellAsSoonAsYuhDie. So he maybe dead ah ready.
He name calling #BigTime, in what might be the biggest global scandal of the century. And we laughing, or we vex, depending on which party flag we waving. Take a jump. Take a wine. Pull out yuh party rag and #jumpandwave. Who laughing maybe going win the election, or who vex, might win, we wineing #DohKeDam #LikeWeJustDohCare. Who eh laughing or dead badly wounded.
Lizzie, #BetweenYouAndMe, you know we only vex because we have #Onion in we eye and it #bunning in d #rukutukunkun.
If we really want to #GiveJackHeJacket we cyar see the #satire that reign as you do your #OnceEmpire, and on prime time talk TV out there where the olive Oliver come from and where people make real TV, not #jokey Prime Time TV like we with reruns of sitcoms and News made elsewhere in the onceEmpire - like dat one bout #MelissaMcCarthy and a man and Jack and he FIFA World Cup Beanstalk that bearing beans #LikePeas and he laughing all d way to d bank and back. We #DohKnowBetter so we lap it up and we laughing. We vex because he call heself the whitest man in d world. He doh realise, you, Dear Lizzie, and he people, bring people hyar who whiter than he, and some ah them speak Trini like natives because - Newsflash! - they are natives too, in we #rainbowcountry! Ask #Mandela.
Hyar all o' we is one - dotishness, tabanca, bobol, mamaguy #AndAll. Is plenty plenty #kankalang. All who didn't tief, dotish, or they is not fahmalee, dey real #bobolee. If #IsBois DeyWantIsBoisDeyGoinGet. But we vex, or we laughing or we laughing and we vex at the same (prime) time.
We vex, yes. He pay for 5 minutes; he get 4.21 minutes -shortchange - and then he get a 4.16 liagniappe #ToBoot - on Prime Time TV. Apology, spology. #Steups. We lap up every drop of it like las lap, because we know nobody could think anything bad bout we - tho we could say anything bout we among weself. Ent? Who doh know #GodIsATrini eh? Tell me nah. Everybody kno, if yuh have real news doh expect to see it on d News nah! You have to pay to show it, yuhself. Doh mind, you cud be a senior Counsel and ting, shot, murdered, killed jus so jus so, dead dead - if yuh have a show bout she, yuh have to pay for time! Prime Time. Unless is bohbol and bacchannal, half truth and innunendo, gun talk and robber talk, pay for it! What yuh arksing? If I have court clothes? Buh how yuh mean? Of course. Saga Dan Dan and thing.
If when foreign comedian fools come inside we borders is only way we bobolees could get some satire or incisive social commentary on Prime Time TV, I taking dat. Momma momma, yuh son in he grave ahready....Ban yuh belly gyul d oil done. #GuavaSeason reach. D labour movement gone through. D politics jokey. D people vex and laughing.
Never mind dem, yes, Lizzie gyul. We have real social commentary, satire and picong in calypso and plenty recycled Trini talk on Channel 4 and real kicksing in Parliament Prime Time on the Parliament Channel, live and direct all day long. It does make we vex, yes, but we laughing.
And we cud get plenty comedic talk a dime a dozen in every rum shop, cheap cheap. So why pay for it? Yuh think we dotish like this comedian fool. #DBottomLineIs if yuh want to run satire that doh drip of divisive dotishness that he trying to say we media not showing, show d bucks, man.
Dis satire thing not black and white, nah. Is like onion in we eye. Yuh cyar see clearly to brand one comic fool for the next. People must get in they section man. Yuh doh have a costume, doh come in meh band. Yuh go get #BadEye. We doh have time fuh dat on prime time. #NotWePappy.
Too much layers in this onion thing, I dun see ahready how it confloffagating me dunsee head. No advertiser, no TV station paying, fuh dat; dey go wine on yuh but dey not paying fuh it. Prime Time or no prime time.
Who cyar pay vex, or we laughing, and we sharing the ad paid-for on dat channel. Tho we vex, all the TV channels and radio stations who didn't get pay to run it, too, running it anyway, for free, 'cause they vex, or they laughing, and we sharing and liking it on social media, fuh free, because we vex, or we laughing, or we laughing and we vex and dat is how we sho #NoughRespec, tell dem David Rudder, 'bout the smartman who 'holler and ran way with millions to Panama and build two towers in Toronto, and a next Prime personality who build ah church dat rotten and fall dong. And we wining like we jus doh care.
We vex because he make, not only all o we, but we media, too #PapaYo, look dotish nah. Like dey don't know news when dey see it.
But dey say #YuhGyarMakeLuvOnHungryBelly.
We is a free country. We cud hand amnesty and passports to anarcists and community leaders, #JusSoJusSo so dey cud continue to terrorise and torment law abiding citizens. #WhoBeDem? FuhReal! Dey free to form dey own #bacchanal party and terrorise people for elections. #LikeWeBlindOWhat?
#LifeSweetOui. They cyar ban the RobberTalk, Lizzie, tho #Demokrissy #DeadDead on prime time. Anytime is bacchanal time. Trinidad Sweet fuh so.
Doodoo, so we lil vex because he throw onion in we eye, but ent he 'pologise? Like the onion clear out he eye he could see now we are amazing. Tho if you ask me he still need to pologise to Tobago. He doh kno amazing yet til he see Tobago. Ent? Why you blushing so, gyul.
Yuh forget, we vex. We vex bout he sho. Tell him #YuhCyarPlayMasAndFraidPowder. He better go back foreign whey he come from. We vex dat d Jack produce he own paid-for TV ad to say how he climb this beanstalk and find vindictive #onion or the onion vindicate he - #SomethingSo. And we laugh at he when dem laugh at he because like we, he didn't see the satire with all dat onion in we eye. #AhdeyBapRay!
#YuhMeanToSay we cyar recognise a satire from an onion, or an onion from sarcasm, or a satire from sarcasm, or spin doctoring from the truth even if it #StaringWeInDeFace?
Is #CrapeauSmokeWePipe! And Dan Is D Man In D Van ent Sparrow? If I wasn't schupideee I wouldda be a duncee head mule.
Some ah we vex and some ah we laughing and some ah we vex and laughing, because while de onion bun we eye, look, ah smart man gone with we money. Is we own Robbing in hood yes. Born and bred right hyar. Sweet Sweet T&T, all dis sugary apology #AndTing cyar be good fuh we, if we cyar take the onion doh go near de pot. Jus like how we vex and laughing at same time it bitter and sweet sugary and peppery.
It stinging like #Scorpion; bunning like #MorugaRed peppersauce and down under in de Aussie bambam who repackaged and selling it wid dat label, but we like it and we laughing, and we vex too, #marn.
If I had my way, Lizzie, I go just lock dem up in prison and #ThrowWayDeKey. Tro way #DeDamBabyWithDBathWater. #Mamayo!
Them who want picong at Prime Time #ToHellWidDem, oui.
Is #BoisYouWantIsBoisYouGoGet! We going ban picong from Parliament. Is too much wining, wineing or whining and it confluffagating we head so we #CyarThinkStraight. The Gypsy calypsonian-turn-politician-parliamentarian #BetterWatchHeself because if he only sing his contributions like a #SirSparrowOBE, full of onion in he art of social commentary, satire and picong, well he going get toilet paper in he face like at SkinnerPark. If he only #bamboosle the House, Mr Speaker, he ship sail yes and sink too; he goin get kick out, like the MP who get kick out for not wearing a nice WestMinister-styled suit, or the Prime Minister who get kick out for using a laptop, d BAStard, sly old #Silverfox dat he is - I guess dey think he going get too smart; and then #ItHave a set ah dem who eh get kick out, kick out dey own self because dey leader get kick out. Talk bout kicksing in Parliament, dat is kicksing! Ask Mr two-pull. You could run but yuh cyar hide. We going smoke yuh out. Yuh cyar try to want to be smart in we schupidee Parliament what wrong wid he? Parliament no place fuh dat, ent Mr Smart? Leave d #kicksing and jokers to do they thing nah. Ah wonder if all ah dem going get kick out for trying to #getsmart with #smartphone and sharing onion and dat paid for ad that gone viral by dat man who trying to hang a Jack and badmouth Melissa McCarthy and dat manJack. Mr Speaker, Mark my words, yuh cud Wade into it but when the Mark bus Mr Speaker I beg to move it ultra viral d constitution! Send him to the disciplinary committee! And that is only because d #IntegrityCommission #GoneThrough yes. All ah dem #BoilDownLikeBhaji. Extradition. PexTradition #MehFoot. Yuh think we care. We chase the master of satire outta town and, poor ting, he have to find asylum in the once-Empire, and he know what ah onion and satire is even when it juice squeeze right in he eye. Yuh think we want you extradite he Lizziegyul? Keep him dey keep him.
Thank Yuh Lizzie, thank yuh gyul for giving the Nobel Naipaul a spot on #BBC Prime Time TV over there yuh hear me? If he d only stay hyar, he ent getting non, I go tell yuh dat! And if you extradite him we go bun all he books in d Square because #CommonSenseComeBeforeBookSense yu know and if Port of Spain bun dong we living in d ashes dis place #SweetTooBad. We like it so. Is
#CrapeauSmokeHePipe oui. Good for you Naipaul. God Save the Queen for saving you boy! She Goin live long. Dat Lizzie go live long! Take my word for it. #WhatGoes AroundComesAround and round and round like the suffrage dong central, #yuhknow.
Eh eh Lizzie, yuh knight in satire armour,VS Nightfall must be having the last laugh. Derek Walcott Spoiler boy, Ah wanna fall! This is the #SuffrageOfElvira dat nobody read anyway. Well dey doh even read #LiTTscapes tho it full ah pictures and ting, since dey like pictures. Otherwise dey might know something bout politricks, satire and how to grow onions, play #AllFools, which Queen hang who Jack in #AllFours and #HangJack like Good Friday bobolee in Sam Selvon's Plains of Caroni d sunshiny sugar #heartland.#YuhCudRunButYuhCyarHide Jack. Ask Occah.
Lizzie. I know I goin hafta pay for this, afta.
#TalkYuhTalkYuhMockingPretender! I #JustTalkingMehMind.
#WhoVexLorse, yuh hear me? Who vex lorse I say! Well laugh nah. I laugh till me belly bus.
To besides, if yuh really want to know Trinidad, and of course, Tobago, ask for the LiTTour on PoliTTricks, Get in yuh section, Gyul. D Party now start. #NoughSaid. #AhDoneTalk. #WhoDohHearGoFeel. #AhGone.
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