First, is a report of my most recent jog, the one that I took early this morning. Was I able to finish my jog, or was did the unspeakable happen to me? The answer may surprise you……..
After that is going to be a review of Gangs of Jamaica – The Babylonian Wars by Thibault Ehrengardt. Is it going to be something in the order of Born Fi Dead like Laurie Gunst…or will it be something else? Find out later this week.
Right now I’m supposed to be in exile and solitude, studying the works of the Philosophers and mastering my techniques, but I have to it leave now. I have to confront this fuckery. The fuckery in question is that which appeared on the front of the Jamaica Observer, i.e. Male jogger gang-raped. Now before, we go through the story and pick apart the the bullshit, let me declare my stake in this.
I jog there.
Four days a week. Including that Monday morning , from about 4:20 in the the morning, to 5. And I didn’t see no women helping no man bleeding out his ass (excuse my double negatives). On Tuesday, i.e., the day after the alleged incident, I had a day off from work, and when I went out,I did not hear about any such incident from my friends in the adjoining communities of Meadowbrook Estate, Patrick City, or Duhaney Park.This is rather odd, as the last rapist in our community, was easily identified and very well known, having done his campaign of rape and pillage on the poorly lit Daytona Avenue section of Patrick City. So for a man to have had been gang-raped, and no news or gossip of it for two days is rather odd in our community.
Bu enough of that. We constantly hear about a Gay Agenda, but does the Jamaica Observer have an agenda of its own? Look at the story and tell me this –
1. Who are the confirmed, named sources?
2. What is the name of the author of this story?
3. What time did this occur? It had to be very early, seeing that we are in summer, and the sun rises at 5 in the morning.
4. What was the model and make of the car that was used?
5. When he was (no doubt) carried to the hospital, which hospital was it , and who was the attending physician?
One will get no answer to these questions, indeed because the point of the Observer story is not to give answers, but mainly to instill pictures. One of those pictures is that of some poor bastard,of regular build, sitting down naked, sobbing softy to himself, while a small pool of blood spreads steadily outward from his anus. It could be any one of us. Here are the quotes from the article:
“He was found by some females who were shocked and even more surprised to see that he was bleeding heavily from his rectum,” one man, who said he assisted in untying the victim, told the Observer.
And above that:
A group of joggers reportedly found the victim naked, with his hands and feet bound, sitting on the sidewalk at the foot of the hill close to Perkins Boulevard.
Now that I have ordered the article in that order, we can see how the story is falling apart. The man has been raped to the point where he is bleeding, not from his sphincter, but his rectum, yet he is able to sit down? Let me tell you about this time when I was at KPH, and this guy was , well, “clogged up.” The guy was lying down on the bed to my left, when I see two big orderlies draw the screen, leaving just the silhouettes of the two 250 pound men holding this poor guys legs open. Then I see the doctor go with the glove on his hand, hear the Fwipm! – and then one of those screams from the horror movies like “Friday the 13th.” That guy was on is belly for two days, and that was from one finger.
So how could this guy be sitting down, after getting gang-raped?
They say the guy parked his car at an apartment complex and went jogging. The only apartment complex is Perkins Estate – a gated community. That means the only way you’re getting in or, out is if someone who lives there knows you, and can buzz you in. Yet the Observer could find no one who could help them with this story? None of the passers-by could find one offf these people to help him? This does not include the various KingAlarm private security vehicles and public transportation that regularly pass by in the mornings while I, and others jog.
So why would the Observer publish an obviously fake story, backed only by anonymous sources, with no official or named sources, or any byline? After seeing Sunday’s equally sensationalist Observer headline, a friend of mine thought that the Observer had decided to stop competing with the Gleaner, and had decided to compete with Star, for the much larger readership. While both the usualStar leader has much in common with the discussed Observer article – the problem is deeper. My friend assumed that the Observer was in the journalism business. It is not.The Observer is the in the propaganda business.Propaganda relies on hate to motivate people to to take (usually violent) action.
There are two hates that the Observer exploits in its propaganda campaign. The first is the irrational hatred of homosexuals that is espoused by very loud groups of Jamaicans.
Wanna guess what the other hate is?
I’m sure most of you have realized by now that all of the recent stories about homosexuals by the Observer are thinly disguised opinion pieces that have to do them engaged in crime, banditry, corruption , or their second exploited hatred – the PNP.
I think it is fairly obvious that the Observer has a very serious problem with the Simpson-Miller administration. That is quite alright. Bu instead of relying upon rational arguments rooted in logic, economics, history or common sense, they have instead decided to create a “Gay Menace.” It is a strategy that is working, at least in getting website hits. Just look at how the web hits rose yesterday, and how the Comments just piled up.
But what the Observer is trying its best to do is to create an instinctual association in the Jamaican people’s mind between Homosexuals, Criminals, and the PNP. They seem to be succeeding in associating criminals with gays. Now, as the below quote shows, they are now moving towards associating the PNP with the previous two.
Murdered People’s National Party (PNP) activist in Montego Bay, Kenley ‘Bebe’ Stephens, was a known member of the homosexual community and one of the western city’s prominent cross-dressers, who was also connected with the criminal underworld, police said.
Stephens was fingered in the illegal lotto scam, the stealing of electricity, among other illegal activities. He had strong connections in the ruling PNP, as he was one of the main fund-raisers in that part of Jamaica, and was recently elected vice-chairman of the party’s West Central St James constituency, headed by state minister for industry, commerce and investment, Sharon Ffolkes Abrahams, who is also MP for the constituency.
Recently, I lent one of my friends a move called “Goodbye Uncle Tom”, just to fuck with his head. Be warned, this is really NSFW, as it is a depiction of American Chattel Slavery, with graphic depictions of stud farms, torture, castration, and industrial scale graphic rape of black slave women, by both whites and blacks.
This film has apparently affected him deeply, as he now sees themes of slavery everywhere. He watches that bleaching show that came on recently , he sees Willie Lynch Syndrome”. He even sees office workers as modern slaves in a cubicle plantation.
Amazingly, this type of thinking, that modern Jamaican society is just an extension of 19th century chattel slavery seems to extremely common amongst Jamaican Millenials – just look at this post from Javed Jaghai. I, mean, Jaghai hits all the right points that make People stand up and cheer: The Evil Uptown Families who don’t care about us, the Plantation Society that we are in today, and the Poor Ghetto People parading with their semi-literate pleading, who don’t know what’s good for them.
Do I even need to explain why this is bullshit? We are not rural slaves under a totalitarian system with all our needs taken care of by Massa. We are, mostly, urban serfs in a corporatist society, held in captivity, not with chains, but with a salary just low enough that we only have enough for our basic needs. I mean if the workplace is a plantation, why the hell are so many people applying to go to it – even when its for a shit job? Just look at any call center Job Fair. Over a thousand people applying for forty positions. In other words, The System turns the whole, Jaghai, Mutabaruka style critique on its head. You run to the Plantation , not away from it. Instead of the Church and Massa brainwashing you, you put yourself in debt to the Student Loan Bureau to be deskilled by our Universities, with their bullshit (Mis)Management Degrees. And instead of hating our blackness, our blackness becomes an irrelevance, or even an annoyance, as it makes our tattoos hard to see. This last point was made all too clear by that recent bleaching special, where the Downtowners articulated their Post-Black position , by emphasizing that they do not hate being black, but that blackness was, more a complexion better suited to the summer months.
To put it simply, Chattel Slavery is NOT Wage Slavery!
So why do still have young people like Jaghai talking the same old Michael Manley , Farrakhan, Malcolm X shit, when that is no longer relevant in our society, battered by failed infrastructure projects, IMF Structural Adjustment Programs, a neo-feudal ghetto system , and the neo-liberalization of the workplace and education system? Well, because they have no new ideas to help us with. They’re too stuck on old ideas, and old YouTube videos to see that the world does not conform to their ideas. Not only that, but they are victims of the very same system that they claim to oppose. Some, like Jaghai, are servants of that very same system!
If we are to solve the political impasses, technical follies, and economic dead-ends that our predecessors have initiated, we young people will have to focus using and creating new ideas to solve our problems. That will we be the main focus pf this blog.And naked black women.
Over at Common Sense Jamaica, Jay has twoposts up on fixing our government bus company, the Jamaican Urban Transit Company. However, looking at the suggestions from his first post reveals two problems. Here is a list of his suggestions from that post.
I would do the following :
Employ a group of high school students and University to go to the Gemba.
These folks will be stationed at the various depot’s in Kingston and Spanishtown used by the JUTC. They would also be placed at major transport center ie HWT, Downtown, Constant Spring etc as well as selected bus stops along every route serviced by the JUTC.
Some would be placed on buses along every route travel by JUTC solely for data collection.
Data to be collected
Average number of paying passenger per bus on all routes.
Category of paying passing ie students, elderly or regular.
Average number of persons embarking and disembarking along the various routes.
Average number of passengers during peak periods
Category of paying passengers during peak periods
Average number of passenger during off peak hrs.
Category of paying passengers during off peak hrs
Average wait time per bus stop.
Average wait period at major bus centers (idle time)
Run time of engine during ideal periods at bus stop.
Average number of buses on various routes during peak periods
Average number of buses on various routes during off peak periods.
Average number of passenger who complete the entire journey ie from terminus to terminus.
Average length of ride per passenger ie what distance does the average passenger travels.
Given what I have already seen JUTC can look at the following
Get fleet of smaller buses like the Toyota Coasters or even Toyota Hiace
Run large buses during peak periods and where passenger loads are such that the bus will run at no less than 85% capacity.
Run smaller buses on low volume routes and during peak periods on routes where it’s not economically viable to run the larger buses.
Stop running on some routes where the load factors are so low that you can never break even or make a profit.
Divest these routes to smaller operates who in turn pay JUTC a fee to run on these routes.
Aside from teh fact that having students with multi-thousand dollar tablets walking around in standing room only buses is probably not a good idea, the same data can be collected using pressure sensors, made from 50USD worth of parts bought from DigiKey. Just create about 6 graduations between “empty” and “full”, and you’re good to go.
This brings us to the second problem, which has to do with the second list. the one with the data to be collected by the students. Doesn’t the government already have this information? And even if they don’t have this information, couldn’t they just hire a consultant, or engineering firm with the requisite skills in queueing theory, traffic engineering, public transit administration and city planning? That’s the rub. They could fix the problems if they wanted to, but they do not. Instead they just the same old idiots so that they can eat a food.
It seems that that the JUTC is just a dumping ground for party idiots. Peter Phillips fucked it up first back in the day with these big old buses bought for a high density/low volume transit system,when most of the day people come out often, and in small numbers – low density/high volume. Then you have Mike motherfucking Henry, who needs to rapatriate his ass back to Scotland or wherever the fuck he comes from. And now we have Omar Davies, whose 90s record speaks for itself. Its not hard to see why they can’t make a proper bus system – they’re too damn busy driving their air conditioned SUVs to understand their electorate.
The problem with Jay’s post, is that he has proposed a technical solution to a political problem. Everyone who has to endure the JUTC bus system including the rank and file who use its services , know what is wrong with it. Their solutions are along the same line as Jay’s. What is needed is not so much a solution but a complete overhaul – Transport Ministers included. Not bus fare hikes that occur at more than three times the rate of increase of the Consumer Price Index (Cost of Living.) over the last ten years.
I had the pleasure of listening to “culture” musicians Queen Ifrica and Tony Rebel quibble like a bunch of market women quarrelling over who stole their bleaching cream on Nationwide News last night at around 7 last night. Naturally, it was about homosexuals. As you may already know, Queen Ifrica managed to make a fool of herself at the Independence Day Gala with some of the usual crap about shit she neither understands nor has any business talking about. Not surprisingly, J-FLAG complained about her, as they had done about Tony Rebel a year previous, so naturally Ifrica was pissed off at them
Queen Ifrica has deemed herself an expert on matters of sexual perversity due to her songs “Daddy don’t touch me there” and some encounters she had with young male prostitutes. Because some of these young men had been molested by male relatives, she decided to point out that many homosexuals had “initiated” through molestation, and the work that she done to “help” these young men. Tony Rebel then joined in after the commercial break to bitch and moan as well.
Enter Dane from J-FLAG. Dane from J-FLAG wanted to defend his organization, and by extension, the “Jamaican Gay Community” by stating their position on the matter of Ifrica’s and Tony Rebel’s statements. The problem is that Dane from J-FLAG did this by going on Nationwide News Network, instead of a news program, or a media station dedicated to bringing news and facts to the Jamaican people. The result was that Dane from J-FLAG got utterly and completely clowned, owned, mocked and made fun of. You see, Cliff Hughes and company do not deal in news – they deal in entertainment. It is impossible to have a serious discussion with the type of round table format used on that type of program. Nationwide News does not have the capability or the desire to do the investigative journalism, undercover specials, multi-part documentaries or thoroughly researched interviews that one sees on BBC Hardtalk –the types of activities that generate actual new-stories so that the Jamaican people make sense of their historical, economic, social and existential position. Neither is he or his staff funny enough to do satire like Jon Stewart or Stephen Colbert. All he can give is a pastiche of a news program, with him pretending to be a referee, when his and other Jamaican news programs serve as a mirror to reflect the collective consciousness of the Jamaican people. Only last night, he reflected Queen Ifrica’s ugliness.
No, that is not a crossdresser
The extent and significance of Queen Ifrica’s fugliness cannot be overstated, so I will give it a paragraph here. Fucked up teeth. Reptilian jawline. Overall masculine facial characteristics and behaviour. Is it any wonder that the Rastafarian male community has turned away from Rastawomen , and are now more interested in non-Rastafarians? Just take a look at any video from Buju Banton, Sizzla, or any of the rest of them. All women with pounds of makeup and weave. Considering the Rastafarian male to female ratio is 6 men to 1 woman, this should come as no surprise, but what does come as a surprise is the utter breakdown of Rastafarianism as it is traditionally thought of in Jamaica Not only is the sight of Rastafarians eating chicken patties from Tastees or oxtail lunches from your local tuck shop, but one can see them freely walking around with white women in Half-Way-Tree, turning out at political rallies, and all the other things that would be verboten to Rastafarians recent as ten years ago. In other words, all that is required to be considered a Rastafarian nowadays is the hair, and the attitude, no belief system necessary.
Back to Dane from J-FLAG. Had Dane from J-FLAG been have had sated that although he was a member of J-FLAG, he was speaking on his own behalf. As a member of an organization mainly concerned with generating publicity for themselves and crafting press statements, he should have had focused on rhetoric, instead of trying to assert facts. He could have had brought the fact that anti-gay activists can have a noticeable effect on the already all-time low reggae album sales (Ifrica’s 2008 album sold only 2800 copies.). He could have had mentioned that both artistes would be concerned about the effect that the international network of gay activists could have on their ability to make money from international tours.
Oh no!!! Gays fucking up my album sales and tours. One ting alone fi dem battybwoy….
…now I can tour again!!! Yippeee!!!!
Lastly, he could have mentioned that all their bravado was just an attempt to backtrack on their statements that they made at the Independence Galas as an attempt to “get a forward.” But no, he simply played his part in the Cliff Hughes Variety and Comedy Show. Hughes pretending to be the impartial referee, Ifrica as the valiant heroine, avenging the injustice done against her by the faceless organization called J-FLAG, Tony Rebel as the calm, impartial, mature but forgiving Rastaman. And then we have Dane from J-FLAG, the badmind effeminate faggot who gets put in his place by the righteous Rastas. Everyone played their appropriate part.
The joke is, J-FLAG and the Rastas have much to offer each other. The picture of a Jamaican butch is not baggy pants and canerows, but a dreadlocked woman with tongue ring and oxford shirt pushed neatly into pleated dress pants. And as stated above, the Rasta male-female ratio isn’t looking too good. So what J-FLAG and the Rastafarian community need to do is unite. The butch lesbians can offer the straight Rastaman threesomes, and the Rastamen can let themselves out of the closet, as the only type of person who would want to be a Rastaman, in this day and age must be already gay as fuck. It would work out for the best – two organizations who have abandoned all ethics and integrity for the sake of publicity belong together
While Nationwide News Network can be generally acknowledged to be useless, there are still a few instances where it serves some purpose. Take for example yesterday, when they basically did a repeat of the Biography Channel’ Gangsters: America’s Most Evil episode,The Kingston Kingpin: Christopher “Dudus” Coke. They did the usually thing they do in their Cover Story segment. They basically just took large segments of the show and aired it verbatim (do they have the rights for this show?), without any moral judgement, just boring commentary.
This meant that I was able to get most of what the “documentary” was about without any unneeded commentary. And what I got was that Peter Bunting has serious emotional problems stemming fro a desire for approval, perhaps resulting from some childhood trauma, or a lack of attention from his father. In other words, he is batshit crazy. This guy makes “Shady” K.D. Knight seem absolutely sane.
The very picture of mental stability
His batshit craziness revolves around two statements:
That the 2007 -2011 JLP (Jamaica Labour Party) administration was a client of Christopher Coke
That the Attorney General’s Department was under the thumb of Christopher Coke
These two statements are extraordinary claims that require extraordinary evidence – none which was given, or could be given, by Mr. Bunting. The first claim that was made rests upon two other mini-claims made during the documentary by him and other sources.
The first mini-claim was that the JLP’s electoral campaign was funded by Coke. This is of course , nonsense. No one man has the power to fund the electoral campaign of a major Jamaican political party. Both parties, if they choose, can rely on the much more legitimate funding of the group of capitalists at the heart of their respective parties, local and overseas. They are the refugees of the Jamaica Democratic Party’s failed 1944 campaign, who instead decided to join the two main parties. So you have names like Matalon for the PNP (People’s National Party), and Ashenheim for the JLP. These are men whose wealth and access far exceed that of Mr. Coke. The Ashenheims ran the Gleaner newspaper for nearly 100 years, and the Matalons basically built most of urban Jamaica. These are the people behind the scenes, not some gangster dressed in drag.
Business, Sar?
The second mini-claim is that Coke swung the vote for JLP in the 2007 General Election. If all it took for the JLP to win elections was for a Coke to swing the vote, then they would not have had lost an election since the days of Lester “Jim Brown” Coke. The PNP got booted out due to a middle class electoral being tired of scandals, corruption and incompetence. If the Trafigurascandal was the snowball, then the Cuban light bulb scandal was the avalanche that got an apathetic middle class running for the polls. That is not something that Coke, or the JLP, could have had orchestrated.
The idea that Coke could have had manipulated the Attorney General’s Department is libelous at worst. But this is to be contested, as such claim is unsupported by subsequent investigations.
Most of these things are common knowledge to most Jamaicans,yet Mr. Bunting chose to make a fool of himself on a “documentary.” And I use the term “documentary” loosely because the structure of the program is not one that is geared toward education, but one for entertainment.
The use of the quick, MTV-style jump cuts that do not linger on a scene for more than 10 seconds,
the rapid-fire comments from the “interviewees”, the preference of phrases over paragraphs,
the deep voice of the interviewer to suggest authority, who produces “Dudus”as “Doo-Doos” in a basso profundo baritone
the use of theme music to create a leitmotif
These are all techniques that serve to manipulate a viewer into thinking that what he is watching is a serious work of journalism, when it is really nothing more than a cheap ripoff of BET’s (Black Entertainment Television’s) American Gangster. Does anybody really expect that the complex history of the intermingling of crime and politics in Jamaica could be explained in one hour, minus 12 minutes for sponsors?
Apparently Mr. Bunting did, which is what makes a him a complete nut. Could you imagine Michael Manley, Edward Seaga, P.J. Patterson or Bruce Golding appearing on a trash program like this? No, we cannot, because we still think of these men as serious intellectuals who would not degrade themselves to appearing on some trash documentary with mediocre ratings. We used to think the same of Mr. Bunting, but he is apparently a man driven by emotion, not reason. The problem is that his emotions are the type of crazy driver that cuts of 5-ton trucks to get to head of traffic at an intersection.
This is just the latest of Mr. Bunting’s recentinsanities. But this should come as no surprise to the average Jamaica, as this is itself the latest stage of Jamaican politics. No longer are our politicians intellectuals who take on the persona of either “The Preacher” (Michael Manley, Alexander Bustamante) or “The Dignitary” (Edward Seaga, P.J. Patterson), but emotional clods who can only (barely) manage, not lead. And they manage through displays of emotion and and gimmicks, like Last Lick Politics, not through reasonable analysis, sensible ideology, or moral character. This is how we have this fool Bunting , bawling like a little bitch, saying only God can save us, and appearing on trash TV making a fool of himself. Mr Bunting is the new generation of Jamaican politician – the politician not as leaser, but as a cartoon character.
I am very disappointed in our local production of titties. One need only take walk through our capital city to see that most females have not taken the and effort to develop their titties so that I can have something to stare at. This also includes fat chicks, a lot of whom have allowed their bellies to pass their titties. I have begun to think that we have been exporting some of our best titties, and sadly, this has been shown to be true in the case of Maserati XXX.
Want Milk?, From the DDF Network.
I blame this on our current PNP administration. The migration of our best brains and our best breasts has created a serious skill shortage that will take years to fill. If you think I’m joking, just look at some more of these titties:
You’re not convinced? Look at these titties in motion
Pros: Are you blind?
Cons: Gappy front teeth (if that bothers you), not as much ass as breasts
