Mai'khi C'Nia
NOW IT came to pass that a great cry resounded across the rock, for it would appear that the comrades, the bastion of political solidarity, hath turned inwards upon themselves and Jamdown once again beheld the depraved characteristic of its nonsensical political culture.
For the dust hath settled on a scalding comrade leadership race, and the nurse hath vanquished the doctors, but remnants of the scuttle remained at the grassroots, where they art weaned to be politically irrational and thus art reluctant to avoid a political tangle on their own volition.
Behold, holding on to a political grudge is their occupation, and the more economically disadvantaged they are, the more of a cantankerous and bullish attitude they exhibit. Yea, these are they who will take a day off from their rural preoccupation and journey in a country bus to the city, to picket the gates of Comrades headquarters. Verily I say to thee, the question goes a begging: is this dishevelled, less than eloquent, group of unlikely looking political activists capable of financing their road trip to Kingston town, or art they backed by those on whose behalf they agitate, but who chose not to ride the bus with them?
For they art either financially well-endowed thus money is no object or they art sorely unemployed in which case seeking a gainful vocation would have been a more prudent use of their time. Dearly beloved, regardless of their sphere in life, they hath presented themselves a motley crew, live and in living colour on national TV, threatening to hold their ballots if they get not what they want. Verily, this is stark evidence that Jamdown's politics is still at a stage of adolescence and is yet to grow up.
TRAFFIC INFRINGEMENT
Yea, those were the days when the constabulary was forceful, and a Jamdown lass dare not commit a negligent traffic infringement, or she wouldst be engaged with the lawman's maximum machismo, shackled, and her members snapped like a twig; and never mind that she outrank her aggressor in the organisation's chain of command.
Yea, the constabulary and its auxiliary art at odds to the extent that the federation's mouthpiece was brutal in his pronouncements, vilifying his colleagues as being abusers of the fairer sex and not being of much worth otherwise. Verily I say to ye, the federation boss must from henceforth expand such venom and bouts of righteousness to his other brethren who art clad in the red seam, who tend to be exceptionally trigger happy and callous, and who on a frequent basis mete out such excessive acts of atrocities against the civilian population, and indeed e'en against female members of the special rank and file, and whose actions constantly escape one such as he, who is highly informed and art in a position of inter-personal oversight.
Here O Jamdown, for these things art reminders of one constant truth, that thy politics and security force art two debilitating links in the chain of thy national stability. Those and the fact that thou possess a rather irritating and unproductive habit of getting at each others' throats for the simplest of reasons, e'en at such times that demand that thou pull together as a people to battle the poltergeists, bogey-men, and Chuckies that set upon thee and haunt thee to perdition.
Simply be kind to one another and be true to the civility that is inherently Jamdown. Know ye that 'tis nice to be important, but 'tis more important to be nice. Follow ye this wholesome principle and all other things shall be added unto thee. Selah.
