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Me Tarzan. You at Half Mast

the Coach i rode on [see what i did there] arrived in Port of Spain just about the time that the funeral procession of the late great Arthur Napoleon Raymond Robinson was passing by. i stopped, waited and watched as the protective arms went before a fallen General. 

i took off my fedora. stood in a quashie military stance [thank you Crusaders' training] and even said a small, tiny prayer for the country. meanwhile Trinidad was talking. talking about some asinine thing. now i don't know for sure HOW asinine it was but the prevailing thought in my head was - "could we not give the man 75 seconds of silence to observe his passing?" apparently we could not.

now i live in a country that doesn't know the meaning of honour or respect; that is, unless they are liked/voted for. actually, not even that. were THAT true, we wouldn't be throwing souse bones in woodford square when the anthem or our favourite political person spoke. it's just hilarious to me that -whatever a man's perceived good or bad - we couldn't just shut the hell up as even a cursory minute of silence. we couldn't show honour. someone i know said this morning (May 01st, 2014) they saw that the flags weren't even at half mast. charmed country we are.

this however is not the first time we failed at the idea of 'cursory honour'. just last week, the PM gave her stance on corporal punishment in the home and instead of debating it in a clear, thought out, seemingly intelligent way, social media erupted in tones of "if KAMLAH FEEL SHE GOH STOP MEH, SHE COULD...." cue the horrid language and the non-too subtle references about a perceived drinking problem. ten points, ye humans. forward ever....

why do i bother? we live in a country where as long as i didn't vote for you, i don't need to show you an ounce of respect. Same is true with religion, you hellish heathen. ... Your daughter's pretty hot though.

come on t&t. you couldn't even take off your hat? you couldn't even shut up and give a moment of silence for the man you so proudly hail; the words, "attack with full force!" painted all over your facebook walls. bravo.

just.. bravo.
pax
tjh

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