Guyana National Assembly at its best
DEAR EDITOR,
I refer to the article entitled, “MPs open budget debates with insult and blasphemy – One displays a vibratory dildo to make a point” (KN February 23). I commend Guyana’s budget debaters, Guyana’s lawmakers, and Guyana’s cream (scum removal) from the sewer for hosting a complete refraction display of oral striptease for all Guyana to reflect on its naked tenderness. Obviously, Guyana’s elected representatives have no class, decency, or respect for the people who sent them there; no respect for anything at all, no one; not even their mothers. I absolutely refuse to join these legislative lows in their obscene fundamentals and what listeners and readers listen to; it’s hard, but I stay with the clean and considerate.
Editor, I read about our MPs from both sides ramming the crazy to perfectly mimic what is happening in the gutter, and what Guyanese used to call ‘baad house.’ I wonder what happens in their homes; in their minds that I have no doubt about (porn palaces), in their (voyeuristic) visions, in the sum of their (totally sexual) vocabularies. I warn Guyanese mothers and fathers: there is a great danger of having young sons and daughters around such a perverted mind. Their parliamentary parasites, their day-to-day bosses would tend to preach on the young, the callous and the naive. Children should be kept away from them. They are leprosy.
Apparently, these MPs gathered to discuss the numerical and social and national, only to begin, continue, and finish with the mental menace, the oral anal, and what was of the typical offal. These are not MPs; they are hardcore pornographers. They should not be law-makers; they are breaking the law fully, being an absolute felon. The cat of nine is too good to like, which all belong to a maximum security prison, and then on its own. These people should not be allowed to walk the streets without a bracelet on their ankles. We will commit all of them in straight bags to a thinking organization; all of them, sordid, should be limited, and with electrical treatment is normal therapy. These men and women are an absolute disgrace to the living; they are an insult to the dead. I would put them to sleep, by hanging them all in the town center.
Editor, I remind all readers of something: that’s why I’ve never (ever) watched a moment of Guyanese television; never visited or listened to a moment of any parliamentary session on anything. These people make my skin crawl, they repel, contamination to humanity everywhere. This is what they studied in medical school and law school, and are now practicing to perfection on Guyana’s largest stage. This is how they throw themselves into the awareness and prostitute themselves before a nation of worshipful voters in the PPP / C, PNC, AFC, and all the other “Cs” out there. It should be noted that I limited myself to ‘C’ and did not employ the four letter word beginning with that one letter. This is the exhilarating example, the lovely standard shared to caption the children. We do not have prudent and dignified adults in parliament. What we have is a package of the sex that has been searched up to the point of senseless cruelty, a battalion of the boozy and the boisterous, and a company that is completely interested in the depths or the debris or the clean.
These MPs are dirty and dastardly, short of want expense. I find them contemptible. Surely they won’t dare show off their septic tank smiles to the public after this disgusting display of ruin! Surely they can’t keep going in front of citizens and children, or on TV and on the speaker stand, to deliver anything! I prefer to listen to a lying, drunken reel, rather than these elected Guyanese who are nothing but dirty pimps who live off the sweat of honest and gullible voters. Guyanese should now identify with what I’m talking about as insulting, when I talk about democracy. There he was in full blown color, and colorful behavior and language to accompany the people’s house, the National Assembly. We will line them against a wall, and give each one a cigarette. No mask, no final prayers. That is a fate they deserve, every man a jack of them, and the women too. I should have done what I promised myself: retreat deep into Lent.
Correctly,
Lall GHK