Late.
Spent the morning and the early afternoon writing and laying
out THE AUDACITY OF DOPE, a multi-part story about the rise of a drugsman
lawyer to political power and about his imminent demise. (Any resemblance to
persons living or in danger of dying is purpose incidental. Sorry,
co-incidental. Did I say ‘incidental’? Freudian slip.)
'Y'all win, already?' |
Played a game with the yellow shirts on my way in.
“Y’all win already?” I asked facetiously (but in extremely
good humor, if I may say so myself).
“Not sure,” King supporters groaned. “It might be close…not
sure.”
“Not yet,” said Chastanet supporters smiled. “But it’s
coming just now.”
Popped the question to about 30 people. Result: Less than
one third of them groaned. More than two-thirds smiled.
There was no actual suspense. In the hours of waiting for
the election officers to count and recount the results, people talked enough to
know what the approximate outcome would be. But given their recent history,
many Flambeaus were still doubtful about whether they still had the capacity to
do the right thing without John Compton there to hold their hands and make the
ti kwa for them.
Dale, Angel says stay out of that! |
The Castries Central posse occupied the entrance closest to
stage right. The King supporters consolidated themselves in the center row.
There really were just about less than 100 of them, sticking together like
nerdy, little Spartans with the shields locked together as Xerxes troops
surrounded them.
There never was any hope of winning for them. They were surrounded from the start.
ALSO READ:
http://thefloggblog.blogspot.com/2013/07/flogging-it-down-to-marigot.html
ALSO READ:
http://thefloggblog.blogspot.com/2013/07/flogging-it-down-to-marigot.html
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