AND IT came to pass that the 'ticians were gathered together in the House of Gordon with the explicit intention of strengthening the family structure in Jamdown, for they were taking much flak for the breakdown of basic societal values, and they sought to square matters unto the people.
For they had contemplated the ordinances, and after certain deliberation and interaction, decided that they wouldst streamline an aspect that dealt with support, for delinquency was far out of control, and Jamdown was choc full of deadbeat dads.
Now Jamdowners are highly schooled in such matters, for donation of the seed is a sport which enjoys much popularity on the rock and many a Jamdown family was fragmented, with but a matriarch being the bedrock of the unit fending for her offspring, with nary subscription nor commendation from her mate.
Yea, he is missing in action and invariably can be found at his favourite rum establishment vaunting his notoriety as a sire. Thus the 'ticians were of meaningful endeavour for they wished to alleviate the people of this bugbear.
Dearly beloved, hearken unto Peto, for this is a highway to misery albeit asphalted with creditable intentions. Verily I say unto ye, the House of Gordon is laced with Looney Toons and Harlequins who constantly impede Jamdown's contentment and now instead of giving unto the people fish to eat, they are stewing a whole pot of scorpions.
Yea, the 'ticians have taken giant steps and are about to bestow unto the unscrupulous amongst thee, license to be predatory. Thus every Jamdowner who hath toiled ceaselessly and profusely in solitude, to obtain his bread, may have to break it with all kinds of Johnny-Come-Lately and hangers-on.
Thou oh Jamdown art prone to misadventure, undoubtedly thou art not lucky, and now thy children canst e'en suffer a broken heart; cause them that hold themselves repositories of wisdom on the rock, are about to unleash untold tribulation upon them that have loved and lost.
Yea, the Jamdown woman adding to her myriad distress, must now scrutinise with acute intent any that comes a courting, lest she end up buttering the bread of some silver-tongued Romeo with whom she was hapless enough to share a cohabitating history. Dearly beloved, the signs of the times are ubiquitous, and they are indeed mystifying.
Hear oh Jamdown for it is easy to be cynical about these things, but be ye in accord with the 'ticians on this issue, for the streets are swarming with urchins and ragamuffins, and our elders are ravaged by destitution and neglect. Yea, thy communities will continue to implode and Jamdown will rot because of it. Verily! Let them that bear responsibility for the less robust amongst thee be brought to account for their transgressions, but let them not condemn e'en one daughter of the rock to minding a grey back scoundrel, for it is simply not the done thing.
Dearly beloved, the 'ticians have closed ranks and have locked thee out of the House of Gordon so that thou canst e'en present thine own case unto them, and thy thoughts on the matter canst be entered into the book.
But take heart and advocate valiantly, for between the Mutt, Kingsley Ragashanti, the Two Sons, the substantial Doctor Barbara, Ronnie the Public Eye, and so forth, there is a profusion of outlets for thy frustration. So speak up Jamdown and let thy inflection reverberate off the walls within the House of Gordon. Yea, let the 'ticians tremble at its timbre, and be ye assured that thy articulation is punctuated by sobriety and coherence. Selah.
Mai'khi
C'Nia
