Dear Editor,
Guyana is now well on the way with a parallel to 2020. Recall that five-month hiatus from March to August, and the mysteries and controversies surrounding who won the elections, who should be declared the winner. It is 2025, and Guyana, once again, is deep into another five-month season of stickup, rig-up, and hang-up. Not for the declaration of national elections results, but for the finalization of a political opposition leader. Less of more time passes, more it standstills. If there was a different way in political Guyana, it would be time to call it quits. The end of the world has arrived.
In this matter of Leader of the Opposition (OL), I have heard or read splendid conversations about the constitution. Awesome, undoubtedly, with congrats flowing abundantly. Now try this three-dollar bill, and see if it can be changed, and if any change is left. Constitutions are made by men for men. Men are not made for constitutions. If that is considered traitorous or sacrilegious, then solitary confinement it is for me. In contrast, when a constitution is seen as an instrument for the subversion of what is positive, of what retards putting another dispute into the solved and finished bin, then it’s time to stop talking about that compilation of binding operating conditions, and start focusing on men.
Look at where Guyana is with the naming of the OL (remember – Opp Leader). The executive tars itself. The legislative wraps itself in a sickly, cowardly yellow. And to the interpretive portion of the domestic triumvirate is left with the burden of putting one ear to the ground, having one eye in the back of its head, and hoping that whoever decides doesn’t have one foot in the career grave. Where is the constitutional in that, folks? Democratic, or just plain chronically, nationally sick? Sorry, but I don’t see the democratic; only the static and hysteric. The latter is five years in advance. Recall from ancient times, what happened to the young princes. Recall also the biblical: a baby serpent can grow into a lethal snake.
In failing even to begin the process for choosing an OL, behold a country prostrate. To the dictates of the new colonials. To the craven lusts of the spineless and brainless, and less other anatomical orbs. If someone had said to me in North America that I would have to go to South America to discover North Korea, disbelief would have followed. Believe! From Panmunjom to Guyana’s jumbie kingdom. Blessings.