It hasn’t yet hit the news, probably because our local news organizations have one-track minds on Election Day, but another grenade took flight last night. Those of us who live in the general vicinity of Buttonwood Bay felt the shake and heard the sound of the explosion. By this morning we knew: Comptroller of Customs Gregory Gibson, or at least his house, was the target of the tosser who threw the grenade.
I’ve never met Mr. Gibson, but like every other citizen of this country, I know about the generally corrupt nature of his subordinates. After all, who among us has not come across a customs officer who is suddenly, unexplainably wealthy? By no means should you assume that I’m saying all customs officers are corrupt, but the ones who are really, really are. Mr. Gibson, however, hasn't had a whole lot said about him, and when no one in this town can get any decent rumours going, well, that fact says something about you.
So basically, I figure, as do most people, that someone tried to kill Mr. Gibson merely for doing his job. Mind you, this does not bode well for my country, when people attempt to destroy a guy for his honesty. Remember the pseudoephedrine a few months back? I doubt this incident is delayed revenge for that, so I’m forced to wonder what’s leaking through Customs now.
Mister Prime Minister, Members of the Cabinet, let’s quit trying to pretend that the crime situation is under control; that our forces can handle the problem. We need to be honest about what’s happening to our tiny country, or we’ll never be able to fix it, will we? Tonight I’m too tired and angry to be eloquent. I just want my country back. It's time to quit treating us like children, patting us on the collective head, telling us that it isn’t what it looks like and that we don't understand the global realities. Get real and get on with fixing the problem before the few remaining Mr. Gibsons of our world do get blown up.
Give me my country back! In the name of patriotism, begin to give good people like Mr. Gibson the weapons (and the forces) they need in order to fight for our right to a decent, safe way of life. It's time to get serious, deadly serious.
I don't think I can add to what has been said.
ReplyDeleteI want the country that I adopted as my own, back- where people were courteous, patient, and not so blatantly crooked.
I normally favour directness but eloquence does have potency. Sadly we are rotten at the core. How else could crookedness be so rife and ingrained? We sell ourselves for paltry sums. Kindly, MrKandid.
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