Sunday, 28 July 2013


Awww, why can't we all just get ahead? I mean, along...
Kenny is an academic elitist. Poor niggers with no degree are worthless to him no matter what color they are. 

Chastanet is a rich kid, with rich friends and a rich father. He doesn’t even understand the depth. He doesn’t know what people go through in the morning.

Chastanet's wife and Kenny's daughter are both prominent lawyers. They both work in the same firm. What does that look like? What does that look like to the poor guy who could get an undeserved contract, hire some other people to get it done and pocket a serious change during the administration of Stephenson King? So he cheated a little?

That's how it looks, especially since Labour has decided to sacrifice all their social appeal and Flambeau has embraced (and rebranded) short term employment projects.
Kenny's daughter's partner's husband

The upper middle class and rich boy elite of the United Workers Party has made a comeback. Between them and the grassroots organizers, they rebuilt John Compton’s killer political machine and made it fight Chastanet’s battle in the same way that Charlo’s trade union alliance, Tom Walcott’s Old Labour, Calixte George’s CDP and Mario Michel’s New Labour made Kenny Anthony the JC of Labour in 1997.

If Kenny is a proven elitist who errs on the side of the PhD at all times and Chastanet is an economic elitist who looks out mostly for the owners of St Lucia, then who’s out there representing the little guy?

I'm done playing games with these incestuous partisans. Something has to change.

If not, something new will happen.



  1. Allen Chastanet's Chastanet's narcissistic excursion into fantasy is even more frightening.

    Quitting this class of men [i.e., Tories], I turn with the warm ardour of a friend to those who have nobly stood yet determined to stand the matter out; I call not upon a few, but upon all; not on THIS party or THAT truth but on EVERY party; up and help us; lay your shoulders to the wheel; better have too much force than too little, when so great an object is at stake. Let it be told to the future world, that in the depth of economic crisis, when nothing but hope and virtue could survive, that the city and the country, alarmed at one common danger, come forth to meet and to repulse it. Say not, that thousands are gone, turn out your tens of thousands; throw not the bur hen of the day upon Providence, but "Shew your faith by your works," that God may bless you. It matters not where you live, or what rank of life you hold, the evil or the blessing will reach you all. The far and the near, the home counties and the back, the rich and the poor, shall suffer or rejoice alike. The heart that feels not now, is dead: The blood of his children shall curse his cowardice, who shrinks back at a time when a little might have saved the whole, and made them happy. I love the man that can smile in trouble, that can gather strength from distress, and grow brave by reflection. 'Tis the business of little minds to shrink; but he whose heart is firm, and whose conscience approves his conduct, will pursue his principles unto death.

  2. eloquent....yet something rings untrue. Maybe it's just me.

    No. No, it's not. It's definitely you.

  3. What a rebuttal, such gusto...and so on and so on.
    Sorry I earnestly wanted to get to the end. I commenced for the third time and quit. Some where between the beginning and the beginning....I was waylaid by too much well meaning sentimental fluff and BS. I must admit I did not have the where withal to continue and retired...hurt. Maybe some good Samaritan can summarize...