Next Generation

I feel helpless.

All around me are ignorant fools, oblivious to the doom settling around them.

They go about their merry lives laughing, cussing, imbibing alcohol and smoking ganja. They play loud music with perverse lyrics and have their 8 yr old sons and daughters singing along; they dance, they gyrate, they repeat the explicit lyrics to the amusement and approval of their parents. 

They have no sense of respect for personal space, privacy or ownership. If they see you in your yard, they feel its their duty to come in and ask what you’re doing. If you’re outside  doing some chore, they gang up and watch, telling you how to do it better. If they see something in your yard they want, they ask you for it without even batting an eye.

They are persistent.  If you lend them something one time, be prepared to be asked over and over again for it until its broken. They will stand at your gate and call for over an hour. 

These ignorant people praise their government for giving them a house lot, they will vote for them until they die. Their children do not go to school, they have no love for animals, respect for elders and they believe they are above reproach. Our next generation of criminals are in the making.

The parents have no less than 5 children, work no more than 3 days of the week, drink no less than 5 days of the week. What kind of love, responsibility, accountability, respect and dedication can these parents show their TV enlightened children?

They will learn to steal electricity, steal from their husbands and fathers, promiscuity, sexual exploitation, cloaked prostitution, drug addiction, grand larceny and the list goes on.

They will not learn to go to school, get an education, get a job, contribute to the home and be a valuable member of society.

Where are the government social workers, the probation officers? Who are going to help these children? Me? I’m not a philanthropist! I will be leaving the first chance I get.

Indian Govt. of Guyana you deal with the Indian monsters you are creating. You thought the Africans were bad? Look at India/Pakistan/Afghanistan for the mindset of your new generation of killers.

Trends

As I browsed through the newspapers over the past week, a distrubing trend started to emerge. Persons are being killed for no apparent reason.

A man wanted a car looking like the one he crashed. A minibus driver (probably makes 150K a month) decides he could kill a man and sell his car to the first man. Someone who is not desperate or atleast is earning 5 times the normal man, thinks its no big deal to kill another human being.

A horsecart man, was robbed of his “gold chain” then fatally shot. People thiefing from a Horsecart Man. Lawd…….

Youths now taking up guns, a taxi service owner was killed a few nights back…..wonder who will emerge as the next fine man. will there be another roger to the “rescue”?

End of Days?

Earthquakes everywhere. Suddenly every tremor felt is highlighted in the media, it seems like there is an increase in the intensity and frequency of these quakes.

Is it in our minds? Or is it because the extent of the damage so close to home frightens us. I sympathise/empathise with my brethren in Haiti. A place forgotten because they stood up to the greatest war mastermind and defeated his army. The audacity of France to ask the people to pay for their freedom after they won it.

We here in Guyana should be safe because we are protected by the Guiana Shield (unless those bastards lied to us). Destruction may come from a tsunami if a quake big enough (deep enough) hit on the border of the shield. Scientists a few years ago said it could happen anytime.

Probably we should relocate…..

Probably its all in our minds…..

BK rip rap wont stand a chance against a tsunami.

Probably if we hadn’t destroyed the mangroves in our shortsightedness we would not have had to worry so much.

And worried most of us are….unless you too dunce and stupid to read a newspaper or understand what to tell you (secretly) in the newscasts.

Reading is fun

After a few months I’ve finally gotten around to read the Art of the Short Story. A book sent to me by C.D. Valere. I’ve only finished 51 pages so far but I’ve learnt alot in those pages.

Books have a way of drawing you in, capturing your mind and set you on a path where you and only you decide what the world looks like. Its much better than watching NCN and the other crappy stations we have here. I swear when I can afford it I’ll get Dish Network from E’Networks. They’re cheap, I was told – $14,000 installation and $5,000 monthly.

Anyways I enjoyed a story by Baldwin called Sonny’s Blues – a tale of a former heroin addict who plays the piano never sounded, felt better. C.D. I think you should do a review of this story.

I find when I read I think better, so I’ll be burning the books from now on. Besides, I need practice for when the little princess need to be read to.

Mirror

I looked into the mirror at the figure looking back at me. The image seemed blurred, jaded, faded and someone tired of living. The grey hairs outnumbered the black ones. Holes and crevices are visible on a very darkened skin, proabably the effects of spending long hours in the sun.

I walked backwards and looked at my body, a very noticeable bulge was present in the middle. When I was younger it used to be below the belt….now its above…..

The hairs on my chest are also turning grey. I feel tired and worn out. I can’t look at the man in the mirror any more. The is not me.

I’m fit, self confident, successful and a chick magnet. I don’t need a mirror to dictate how I feel.

So I broke all the mirrors in the house. I’m as young and healthy as I feel.

Isn’t denial great!!!!!

nothing

nothing……….

how can you describe nothing? nothing is the absence of …..everything. surely there must be SOMETHING present, even if its a bad something it is still something.

“I feel nothing when you look at me” – that my friend is a fricken lie. I feel uncomfortable, uninterested, annoyed, indifferent, anger, amusement. I felt something.

“There is nothing between us” – Literally: space whether it be 1 ft or 1,000 miles. Figuratively: Tension, Distrust, Apprehension, Philios…

“Nothing comes to mind” – probably on the subject but generally sex comes to mind. And sex can relate to everything so sex will replace the nothing there.

Think positive, think sex, think something.

sucks!

i just wrote a beauty of a post, it came by inspiration, i published it and it disappeared. i can’t remember what i wrote…….how the hell am i going to recapture the monent. all i can say is !@!#$#@$@%#$%#$%#$@#%@#$@%#$%$ and !@#$%#$%#$%##$%#^$%&%^& to you !#@@$%#$%#$%%^ word!@#$@#$@#press!@#$@#$@#$.

shocking!

shocking was the word used to describe the brutal treatment metted out to the 14 yr old boy from Canal # 2.

Are we really shocked? Did the image in Kaieture News made our blood curdle? Or are we pretending to be shocked and jump on the bandwagon because it is the “right” thing to do?

With all the graphic coverage of violent deaths for the past 10 yrs or so; and the apparent numbness and morbid expectation of being greeted with a mutilated body on the front page of the news papers when you’re about to have breakfast, it seems……..normal.

With the exposure of our young minds to violence, sex and greed through due to the various shows on television for the past 20 yrs, we have become numb, greedy and self-serving.

Some people crave the excitement, the adrenaline rush and a chaotic environment as they would crave cocaine.

How soon would this be swept under the rug……I don’t know.

11 brutally murdered in Lusignan
13 brutally murdered in Bartica
Thousands of violent deaths – drug related, revenge, domestic disputes, conspiracy theories.

Is this another statistic in the sad reality of living in Guyana?

You decide.

Picture perfect

little death

this is the continuation of Peeper by the Silver Dragon 

He watched her through the bedroom window as she dried the water from her skin. He could see her as if she was standing right in front of him; the miracle of technology – a Bushnell Binoculars. He took in a deep breath as she passed her hands through her wet hair, her nipples pink and pert, made his mouth water. He could feel the tension building up in him, his manhood fighting for attention. He started to breathe heavily and he imagined making sweet love to the object of his desire, he struggled to hold on to the binoculars as he let his line of sight dropped below her waist. Her ass was the firmest he’s seen, he imagined spilling his seeds on that magnificent part of her, countless times.  As she turned, he got a view of her vagina, the doorway to his heaven, neatly trimmed and in his mind he could see it as clear as day; the words….it spelt his name and told him it was his, she was his. He closed his eyes and the binoculars spilled from his hands, he tugged at his pants and suddenly she appeared before him. She whispered in his ears “I’ve seen you watching me, and I’m intrigued by your obsession with me, I’ve seen you jerking off and I know its me you’re thinking of, tonight I’m going to fulfill all the fantasies you’ve ever had about me. They made sweet love for hours, then he drifted off to sleep….peaceful, calm serenity. He felt he was floating on a cloud.

The sounds of car horns blaring, jolted him out of his sleep, his head ached and his vision blurred as he tried to gather himself. His skin was drenched in sweat and the sheets were soiled, his dried semen splattered all over them. Was he dreaming? Did he actually made love to her? He tried to distinguish between reality and fantasy. Groggily, he got up and went to the window, hidden behind the curtain he spied through the binoculars at her apartment. The curtains were apart and he noticed movement in the room, a naked man was getting out of bed heading for the bathroom. His heart sank as he realised that it was a dream, was it…..

His neck felt sore, so he massaged it. Something felt different and uneasy, he then rubbed it, peeling away what appeared to be some sort of scyaff. He rubbed it between his fingers as he brought it before his eyes, it was red and caked, dried blood……..