Mai'khi C'Nia

Now it came to pass that Jamdown became a beehive of election frenzy and politicking reached a pre-climactic crescendo e'en though the nurse hath defied the baker's battle cry to fly the gate. And there was no escaping tales of Labourites and Comrades and their escapades in every nook and cranny of the rock as the latest polls were revealed unto the people fuelling partisan passions with details that were both gripping and befuddling.

Silence is indeed golden

And in those days, Portia the Passionate discovered that silence is indeed golden but this portion of enlightenment may be a tad belated, for her popularity was on a downward spiral to the extent that the baker was within striking distance, and he being an avid hunter of birds had her in his sights and was gung ho on executing the coup de grace. Behold, the opposition hath acquired a whiff of victory by ballot, an essence which was unfamiliar to them for nigh two decades, and they became excited. Yeah, they were unrelenting in going for the jugular and the nurse, much to her detriment and dismay, also discovered that silence is by no means Golding.

For Bruce Almighty hath thrown down the gauntlet, unceremoniously ordering the nurse to vacate the House of Jamdown prior to the yuletide, or the comrades would call upon themselves a wrath of bangarang the likes of which they've never before beheld. Yeah, Labour was energised in those days and their pronouncements from the podium were uncensored and exuberant.

Behold Audley, the man a yard, for he in full purview of the electronic media challenged Phillip the baby 'tician to engage his posterior in libel tort as he would the baker. And then 'Big A,' he who would commit big men to wearing short trousers, for good measure inappropriately lambasted Vin, a former civil service heavyweight from a Labour platform, and he threatened uncomplimentary activities to Vin's nether parts. Verily I say to ye, there must be something in the air in central Jamdown, for Sally of Mandeville who was also caught up in the electricity of the hustings, got into the act and reeled off the R-word much to the eye-popping amazement of an energetic multitude.

Yeah, in the aftermath of Trafigura, the Labourites had their tails up and they charged in like the Rawalpindi Express on nandrolone. Verily, they attacked the Comrades in every quarter that they were likely to incite public sympathy. Behold, they champion the cause of a media that was restricted in covering the House of Gordon, while they themselves were locking out the media from a crucial parish council meeting at a rural locale.

The affinity of our people

Dearly beloved, a week in Jamdown politics is an eternity of a storm in a teacup and our 'ticians rely on the affinity of our people to the nine-day wonder syndrome to sustain them in their time of indiscretion. But while they grandstand and snipe away at each other, a troubled people continue to experience considerably overwhelming issues which inevitably place all political antics in true perspective at the appropriate time.

Hear O Jamdown, for it is written that 'tis better to keep thy mouth shut and be considered a simpleton - than to open it and gift thy detractors fodder for thine own humiliation. Verily, Jamdown would be a far more cerebral society if thou her children wouldst adhere to such uncomplicated principles and diligently ponder thy rhetoric before engaging thy tongue in strife. For then, thou may rediscover thyself amidst the incessant barrage of anxieties that thou now accept as normal in thy political life. Selah.