Local lunatic fringe

Dec 09, 2021 Letters

Dear Editor,

Kiaeteur News – There is this national lunacy fashionable in several circles. Many with less than minimal smarts are placing ‘doctor’ (Dr.) before their names. The question is no longer: is there a doctor in the house? Rather, it is what to make of Dr. Lecter (oil); Dr. Fu Manchu (transparency). Incredibly, I stumbled upon a Dr. Sarah Lynch in Conversations with Devil. Every fraud that is a witch doctor, spin doctor, honorary doctor is here bringing puking. With all those doctors around, Guyana doesn’t have patients anymore; God help those who fall under their spell. The only people we should recognise as real doctors are the likes of Dr. Frank Anthony, Dr. Vindhya Persaud, Dr. Van-West Charles and kindred practitioners. I add the brotherhood (sisterhood too) of Dr. Clive Thomas and Dr. Thomas Singh, who all put in required time, and gained actual academic recognitions and distinctions. All these other fakirs running around with mock titles insult the intelligence of Guyanese. In the special case of Guyana’s head-of-state, I limit myself to His Excellency and President, no more. The honorifics are more in deference to the office than to the holder. But begone with this gathering lunacy, where every Tom, Dick, and Jenny annoint themselves with the prestige of unearned, uncalled for, and uncouth association with things doctorate.
To repeat, Guyana is a national lunatic asylum; there is no fringe anymore, since this woeful medical condition at the individual level keeps extending by thousands of kilometres, infecting much of the population. We have a country with two presidents, one a stealth president, the other the real power, which consigns the first to being a safety pin/hairnet of convenience, the stealth one a radioactive presence. Nowhere in the world can one find an equivalent embarrassing farce. From Iraq, Americans unveiled Baghdad Bob, a global joke, and one Chemical Ali, their handy media terrorist. In 2020, a new set of Americans came here, and repeated process, practice, and profanity. Guyanese should figure out who is who.
It is said that Guyana is poised to have the highest GDP per capital. It also houses adubious honour: the highest per capita social media running dogs (I love the Red Chinese, not the green capitalist ones; all knew where they stood). We also harbour the highest per capita political criminals, white collar criminals, and oil criminals. The first home for most of them is Freedom House and Congress Place; private sector next, places of worship last. Street criminals are the best of the bunch.
The local lunatic fringe is no longer limited to Guyanese. A foreign group came here for principled work with oil management and protections and engaged in low trickeries. It somehow took (mistook) a man’s signature and plunked it down on a piece of paper in a poor impersonation of corporate ethics. Of all the signatures in the world, the signature of a remarkably ubiquitous Guyanese was affixed to a sensitive document, with the claim of FDA and USDA approved. It was Lady Macbeth comes to Guyana; I thought she was more Scottish, and less American. I thought, too, that Guyanese had a lock on the lunacy attributes, only to find Americans having fun. ‘Me thinks’, I need to get my own head checked.
The lunacy entity of the year must go to GECOM. I appreciate that GECOM is merely an extension of Freedom House and Congress Place, but the people there have enough wisdom to recognise a viral, chemical, bacteriological, and germicidal time bomb in forcing the process to the selection of Mr. Vishnu Persaud, and no one else. Only fools go where the gods hesitate. Don’t replace Lowenfield with (another) sure loser, a Mingo with a Visho. This must be sheer lunacy, since nothing from him would ever be given credence. NOTHING! Not even that sham of the shortened short list of two to house a foreigner. Everybody knows that Vishnu is the man.
Like a known volcano, Guyana’s Parliament is tense, but quiet of late. Eruptions in check momentarily. No dildos, hand pumps, verbal contraptions, mental concoctions, facial expressions (with tongues sticking out suggestively). I wonder if the toys that were displayed in the 1st quarter in parliament will reappear for Christmas. We have lunatics for lawmakers; lowlifes and loudmouths and closet lechers inside the House of the People crafting laws that would supposedly benefit citizens, but who are themselves the worst of lawbreakers. These are the people children pelt bricks at; call them disparaging names. How can there be law in this land, with lunatics like these running loose? They are still there, strutting around, but behaving themselves for the time being. That is, until the next lunatic parliamentary flareup. I am waiting for someone to strip naked. It’s coming.
Hourly, stunning confirmation comes of a country gone to swine and snakes. A hale and hearty fellow took it upon himself to speak of role models. Then, he put foot in mouth and lips into toilet bowl with identification of role models worthy of imitation, which called for a lot of stomach. The Brits would say someone is off their rocker. Indeed, a prime candidate for Guyana’s ballooning lunatic fringe. When we talk about real role models, there are those unsung public servants (little people), police officer refusing bribes ($700,000); nurses and teachers delivering their duty without a whiff of suspicion or taint, because neither is there. They worship God, not obscene cult leaders and cast. So, when we speak of role models let us look at those with ethical and moral resonances, not moneychangers and masqueraders.
What’s wrong with Guyana’s leaders? Barbados rid itself of colonialism, imperialism, elitism, maternalism, mercantilism, and medievalism. Down with the Queen. Sorry, Her Royal Highness, Elizabeth Alexandra Mary Windsor. Rather smartly, Barbados kept capitalism. Barbados was bold enough (Mama Mia!) to give the British the boot. Why is Guyana (Ali, Ali, Ali) kowtowing before America, and enslaving this country to China? Lunacy is in the national bloodstream, from head to toe.

Sincerely,
GHK Lall