How could they say I, who do SO MUCH FOR PEACE IN THE WORLD, ALMOST GOT THE NOBLE PEACE PRIZE FOR TAKING OUT LITTLE ROCKETMAN’S NUKES but do they give me a parade?

Picture courtesy Abigail Hadeed

One good thing about music, Shadow, when it hit, you feel no pain/ Music better than any drugs, to keep young people sane/ But Trini music, in my teens, went only to the vein/ Made feet and hips start dancing wild but stopped before the brain

Sparrow & his sa-sa-yea and Kitch’s tourist dame/ Jimi Hendrix’ one guitar put them both to shame/ Dance music, to me, who couldn’t dance, just sounded lame/ And if Bob Dylan did kaiso better, Breds, it wasn’t me to blame

What a grate leader, to impulsify people to ACTUALLY BOMB CNN FOR ME!!!! Baboon Obama would kill for ratings like that!!!!

I was, like, Merseyside about losing the House in November and then it hit me: elections are just the politics equivalent of ratings, the Nielsens of Congress, and I’M THE BEST GETTER OF RATINGS THE LIKES OF WHICH NOT EVEN I HAVE NEVER SEEN!!!

ON WEDNESDAY MORNING, when I held my own private mental burial of Ainsley Chan in Barbados, it rained heavily, and the snails came out like the PNM faithful for the party leader’s birthday; and I tossed snails into a bucket and thought of Ainsley going into a bucket of his own and down into the only real estate any of us can ever truly own: six feet of worthless dirt.

Ainsley, who died on 13 October at a distressingly young 51, played a major part in many lives but few as pivotally as mine: for better or worse, without Ainsley Chan, I wouldn’t be writing in the papers today; and that’s better for me, even if worse for some (like the PNM/ UNC/ COP/ NAR/ WHAT-EV-AR faithful).