PPP national criminal enterprise – the pen is mightier than the sword

Aug 04, 2024 Features / Columnists, The GHK Lall Column

Kaieteur News – “I feel good, I know that I would, now I feel good, now so good, so good, I got you….”  American soul singer extraordinaire James Brown was the original.  It is also exactly where I am, thanks to all the attention and accolades from the PPP machinery: I got the PPP government, PPP leaders, PPP bigshots eating out of my hand.  They can’t sleep, I am on their minds.  They can’t eat, I disturb their stomachs.  They can’t walk, because they can’t watch where they are going, so consumed they are by me.  What I write, what I speak, drives all of them crazy.  Man! Ah feel good…so good, so good….  I have given the entire PPP a hangover that wouldn’t go away: from the one-man mob to the leader that is a screamer to the political ruffians.  They don’t know what to do with themselves.  Here is a new one: those whom the Gods wish to send stark, staring mad, they send me as their writer, messenger.  The pen is mightier than any sword.  PPP leadership sword.  PPP dirty tricks people sword.  Look at the sum of them.

GHK Lall

PPP leaders and their mobs have made me a priority, a hometown celebrity.  Imagine a national government that fabricates, falsifies, fulminates with many felonies to intimidate one citizen, one conscientious objector. These are proofs of how the PPP as a party and government has deteriorated into a vast national criminal enterprise.  The PPP cannot be a government: it is a Death Row inmate.  I have become the biggest national magnet, one that draws the PPP watchers into my orbit: captivate their minds, control their waking hours.  The walking dead, the living dead, is what has been made of them.  And by one man of no pedigree, no standing, no significance made into a national industry.  Yet the more the PPP operators demonize, the more they darken, make total fools of themselves.

It is good to have such a commanding stranglehold on the PPP (government, party, masterminds) heads.  I mock them all, make fun of them, reduce them to scoundrels in the eyes of their own people.  In the most talked about country in the world, guess who is the most talked about person in this country in PPP land?  There is no competition.  The investors and Guyana watchers parked in London, Hong Kong, New York and Los Angeles must be wondering who is that fella called Lall.  He must be unnerving some big people in the PPP Government, rattling their cage.  Once more, there is no competition for interest and energy the government gives to me.  Not even from Alistair Routledge, not even for all the interest that some Guyanese and the world have in every move that Exxon makes.  New understanding took some time, but now resonates powerfully.  I have outgrown and outsoared James Brown; it is onto Stewart Copeland of The Police.  Remember that one: “I’ll be watching you?  Every breath you take, every step you make, I’ll be watching you.”  Is that a delightful place to be, or what?  Just ask the pontificators and propagandists, the defenders and the damage controllers in the PPP Government, and the object of all that watching is a nobody Guyanese like me.  If I had wanted to pick a group to make me famous, I couldn’t have done better than the PPP Government machinery, given its money, manpower, monstrousness.

I am honored to receive such adoration and adulation from a national government.  Not just any national government, but one that is in total control, the dominant power.  Who would ever have thought that a poor, dumb country boy (one that they used to call a phantom, then a ghostwriter, then a man reading from a PPP script) making it to the top of the PPP charts?  In America, some smart Alek said that every man has his 15 minutes in the sun, with fame and a full slate of reverence being integral aspects of that development.  Thanks to the bozos and bums in the PPP, my 15 minutes of fame have extended to a season that doesn’t end.  For the record, I am sorry, for I got a bit carried away just now, and lost my manners.  Discard bums and bozos, please; brothers fit better into the substance that is me.  All this nonstop attention from the PPP has gotten to my head.  I must try harder to behave myself in a manner that does justice to all this attention, all this excitement, and all this revelry coming from my brothers (and sisters, too) in the PPP to me.  I’ll take it with a smile and a thank you for all the trouble.  See, I can be civil when I so choose.  It is called good training, good listening.  It is a free lesson from me to my friends in Freedom House, Office of the President, and Office of the Vice President, beginning with the big man, the master magician himself.

Look at where Guyana is today.  A torn country.  But President Ali and Vice President Jagdeo are busy tearing into, trying hard at tearing down honest citizens for speaking their minds, speaking to truth.  Truth about all the rottenness that is now commonplace through government and party, and its army of stink and dutty people.  Fake IDs.  Fake news.  Fake people.  No wonder that JFK now has a sign that reads: ‘Enter at Own Risk’ for big-shot Guyanese.  The same ones Anthony Blinken banned from his presence after summoning them.  The same one that couldn’t show his face when the CIA head came here.  The same one backpedaling on current oil reserves.  Here is a small word of advice for PPP leaders (and their foot soldiers): truth can never be suppressed; it survives, strengthens, soars.  Light can never be extinguished; it shows up the darkness in those who run from it.  I feel good, so good, so good….The pen is mightier than men and mountains.

(The views expressed in this article are those of the author and do not necessarily reflect the opinions of this newspaper.)

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