“Life is a stage and we are the actors,” calypsonian Lord Valentino sang in the 1970’s.
Three or four decades later, endorsement came from the novelist Earl Lovelace, who declared that (Politics in T&T) “…is just a movie.”
“Everybody have a part to play,” Valentino also sings. Including Faris Al-Rawi.
So, it is easy to understand why the Attorney General told the Trinidad Express’ Ria Taitt recently, “The Prime Minister is a decisive man and I expect that he will act.”
Sure. Actions, after all, speak louder than words. And goodness knows that all we have had in the six months since we threw the peepee out with the faeces is little action and plenty words. Plenty of ‘woulds,’ to judge by Al-Rawi’s latest contribution as reported by Taitt in the Express of Friday 11 March…
“…the facts are not fully out there just yet,” says the silver-tongued AG, “and I expect the Prime Minister would bring those (facts) out. I would like to think he is ahead of the curve and that he is managing it appropriately. He would act accordingly.”
The facts are not out there yet? Really? Come, Faris, you’re supposed to be well read and ready; you really have to come better than that!
Zeroed in on the Housing Minister’s trail like a heat-seeking missile, Fixin T&T has provided to the Integrity Commission, the Commissioner of Police, the Prime Minister, the media, Tom, Dick and Harrilal the following facts which, according to the presumably well informed AG, “are not fully out there just yet.”
“The documents supplied,” Taitt wrote in the Express of Thursday 10 March, “(…) show that the request for funding was made to the Community Development Ministry on April 27, 2010; the approval was given by McDonald was (sic) on May 10, 2010; the application for the name Calabar Foundation was made to the Minstry of Legal Affairs on July 14, 2010; and the Calabar Foundation was registered on August 24, 2010.”
When presented with those facts, the AG had a ready answer. “It’s a matter of law in the company’s law (sic),” he told Taitt, “that you can actually be an entity prior to the receipt of the Certificate of Incorporation.”
“Not that that,” he added, presumably red-faced on realising how helpful his last utterance had been, “is associated with this matter.”
Jeezanages! And I thought we had made a great choice when we consigned Gaffe-in Nicholas to the political dung heap last September. I’m not so sure anymore.
And every time the PM opens his mouth these days, I am less and less sanguine about our having chosen the Deep Red Sea over the Yellow Devil.
We can put the threat to “kill she cyat” down to overzealous campaigning and let that pass. But since the newly rebranded PM Rowley has come out of his protracted post-election silence, PNM people have been repeatedly cringing.
First there was the flip-flop on Tim Kee, whose comments were “a little less empathetic” than they should have been just a couple of days before they were “totally unacceptable” and he had to go.
Then came the “monsters” comment, not about the 2010 British film but about people’s real, flesh-and-blood children, Morgan Job, if you like, without the “Laventille.”
By the weekend, there was the curious, convoluted, overly fine distinction between being “bankrupt” and “not having money to service our debts.” But what can they know of finance who handpick an engineer to steer the ship of state through the treacherous waters of the recession?
That same weekend, with the Camille and Marlene sewage getting into the ventilation system, we were treated to the call to “bring the evidence,” evidence which, Fixin T&T hastened to point out, was already in the public domain.
And the PM, eschewing the purse string option, took cover behind his wife’s, ahm, undies.
Can’t you see it happening, the media having a field day?
Backed into a corner in Parliament over the stoutness of his defence of his embattled ministers, the Prime Minister brings up his wife’s underwear. Concerned, worried, alarmed even that the standing orders may be breached, the speaker, instructs him to drop the subject.
“Drop wife’s underwear, PM told,” screams the next day’s headline.
And then all hell might break loose…if it hasn’t already.
So let me here call out Mr Akins Vidale who six or so months ago expressed the view that the current bunch of MP’s had the wherewithal to lift the level of their parliamentary debate above the shallows in which they were then still wading.
Akins, I know you read Helen Drayton’s sobering resignation letter. You have no comment you want to share with Wired868 on that?
And what of the Minister of Communication at whom Drayton seemed to be pointing fingers. Do you agree that he is at his best when he is incommunicado? Would you have nodded in agreement when a lady suggested that the PNM would be better off if they “lock ‘im in a cabinet and throw ‘way the key”?
Did you catch the put down for the “junior minister” by the senior minister who has graduated out of his primary school head mastership but hasn’t quite divested himself of the concomitant attitudes?
And did you hear the self-same minister telling the country that before he could take action against the trouble makers—a more felicitous term than the PM’s—who have been making life hell for the student and teacher population in El Dorado, he was waiting for the principal to deliver their names to him?
Don’t you think it was wonderful how he singled out the principal for special attention from the “monsters?”
Do you share my view that the Minister of National Security, who is a retired major general, is now a tiresome purveyor of major generalities?
Did you notice how first the AG and then the PM made the announcement about the termination of the Malcolm Jones lawsuit? What?
The Minister of Energy’s only good enough to ask for money to support ventures in her constituency? She’s not good enough to talk about Petrotrin and NGC?
And what do you see as the final outcome in the battle being waged between ArcelorMittal and its workers? You think Sister Jennifer, who couldn’t handle Watson Duke, will find some way to keep the transnationals from taking their marbles and going home?
Where, pray, Akins, are Mr Fitzgerald Hinds and Mr Clarence Rambharat, both of whom were so vocal in the run-up to September 7?
Have you heard anything from them recently?
Time to open your mouth and say something again, brother, to set the record straight. Don’t let people go away with the impression that you think we are getting our money’s worth from this bunch of jokers who are currently warming the benches of the Lower House.
I know you are a decisive man and I expect that you will act.
Because, as Brother Valentino told us, each of have a role to portray.