Every time I turn on my television, listen to my radio or read something in newspapers, there is somebody, somewhere, calling out for justice!
It doesn't matter whether the issue is lack of water in the pipes, no electricity for decades, or the shooting of young men, allegedly in cold blood, by the police. The people all ask for the same thing - justice! The spelling of the word is sometimes a little 'different' from what the dictionary would give you. Grammar be damned. However, this is about human rights. After going through the proper channels and getting nowhere, people usually feel the best way to get their point across is to 'block road'.
Well, yours truly wants justice too. In fact, I am writing up my placards as you read this. I want to protest the continued bombardment of my ears by this Jamaica Labour Party (JLP) leadership race. The fact is, the race didn't officially get started until Audley 'Man A Yaad' Shaw declared, once and for all, that he was running for the top post. But looong before that, the verbal sparring began, the insults started to fly, the jostling for position commenced and the slapstick comedic jibes surfaced.
It got to the point that by the time Shaw did announce that he was running, the reaction was more a yawn than genuine surprise. It was the revelation that was not a revelation. For that alone, I didn't want to hear anymore. Shaw said he had to do consultations first and then said he was heeding the call of the people. Where I come from, if you don't want to do something to begin with, it doesn't matter how many people you consult with, you're not going to go through with it. And the same applies if there's something you're determined to do. So all of this consulting was unnecessary.
fear the commercials
Gearing up for the JLP conference to come (scheduled for November but might be earlier) I'm getting my Pepto-Bismol and aspirin ready. I fear the commercials I'm going to see and hear. I shudder at the advertisements that will be present in the newspapers. And I shudder at the thought that every Labourite who ever cast a ballot is going to have a microphone thrust into their face to declare who they're voting for. I bet some of the statements will be worthy of a comedy routine, which will continue to make me cringe. After constant rotation for a few days, even a really funny joke gets old. Ugh.
I say we forget the campaigning and voting and have Holness and Shaw fight this out behind closed doors with a game of chess, arm wrestling, dandy-shandy, whatever. Just tell us who wins at the end.
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