Saturday, July 22, 2017

Only a Matter of Time

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By: Mike Rudon Jr. A good friend of mine, incidentally firmly entrenched in the UDP camp, sent me a clipping of a story – a Trinidadian man arrested and charged for a Facebook post in which he stated that somebody should rape the wife and daughter of the Prime Minister, Dr. Keith Rowley. I suspect this friend may have sent me this clipping in particular because of my political Facebook posts. I cannot understand why because when posting about my Prime Minister and his administration I am invariably saccharine sweet and complimentary. Maybe he doesn’t understand that when I refer to Ministers as corrupt, incompetent jackasses I mean it in the nicest possible way.   But seriously, though, I posted that clipping on my page and the comments in response were interesting. Of course, there are those who condemn the Trinidadian’s Facebook post calling down violence on the Prime Minister’s wife and daughter as vile, unacceptable and intolerable no matter what. Then there are those who feel that while that man’s post may seem outrageous, it is born not from a sincere wish to see the wife and daughter of the Prime Minister raped, but from frustration and anger that the Prime Minister seems unaware of the plight of the people and needs to be woken up.   My feeling is this, and I have no apology for it. I understand exactly where that Trinidadian man was coming from. I understand his Facebook message. I understand his frustration and I understand what he was trying to do. See, in the normal course of things when people have valid concerns there are options available to them. In Trinidad or in Belize, when persons have valid concerns there must be somewhere they can turn to get those concerns addressed. In Trinidad or Belize, some body, some entity, some individual should always be in place to listen, and to provide succour in cases where the concerns require it.   So what do you do when nobody is listening? Where do you go when there is nowhere to go? How can to send a message to people who don’t know or care that you exist except on Election Day? What are your options when the systems put in place fail you and the people put in place ignore you?   I get so angry sometimes that words fail me, and words generally don’t fail me. I have wanted to post things similar to what this dude in Trinidad posted – not the content but certainly the sentiment which is that you people in government need to frigging wake up. Just the other day I was furious when the Prime Minister stood up in the House to say that we are living in a violent country, because he was just saying that. He isn’t concerned. He doesn’t care. He doesn’t feel for those who have lost loved ones. He doesn’t lose sleep when children are killed innocently. I don’t think he even notices. And it makes me angry. It makes me want to wish bad on him. It makes me think that maybe something has to happen to a member of his family to make him understand what we as a people are going through.   The situation with Gaspar Vega makes me angry – to the point that sometimes I don’t even know what to say about it anymore. This man is a thief. He stole from us. He is a corrupt, despicable individual who used his position in office to enrich himself and his family members. That $400,000 that he gave his son Andre is only one example of his abuse of office. It all makes me want to vomit. And it’s okay because he is one of the untouchables. Despite all the evidence of his wrongdoing nothing will happen to him.   Then I see him smiling and wealthy, driving around in his fancy SUV and I know for a fact that he fills up at the pumps for free – well free for him but we taxpayers will foot the bill. And it genuinely pisses me off. It makes me want to wish bad on Gaspar Vega. And on his family members who participated knowingly in the corruption and benefitted from it while there are those of us out here who can barely get by.   Sometimes I honestly have to pause, take a moment and ask God to cool me down. And I’m being dead serious. These jackasses take us all for fools. They rob from us. They abuse us. They lie to us. They victimize us. And then they laugh at us because they believe there is absolutely nothing we can do about it. They think that they can do whatever they will with us and we just have to accept it. I think that they are wrong. Dead wrong.   I understand that Facebook post from that Trinidadian guy. The travesty is that he will be punished by the full weight of the law – the same law that ignores the stinking corruption of our politicians. That is the real crime here. That is the real tragedy. Only a matter of time.
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