Tower Of Babel

Well, yet another weekend has come and gone. this one without a lot of fanfare. Friday night wasn’t bad, but the rest of the weekend was relatively quiet….so it go sometimes.

I scanned throught the Gleaner this morning and note that some yute may have drowned in the Hermiatge Dam over the weekend. My first reaction to the article was, wtf him a do a swim inna de dam? I would have thought that swimming in the dam is off limits…people (like myself) get water from that source. Then subsequently I noted in the article that he was due to appear in court shortly to answer charges of illegal posession of a firearm. I wonder if his ’swimming’ in the dam was not a method to try to attempt suicide!? I could be wrong…but it is just a thought.

Yesterday’s Gleaner again showcased more of the political hype surrounding the change in the leadership of the PNP. I naw link it. Personally, I am sick of hearing about it. Dem bahaving as if some new kids on the block with new ideas a rope ‘een….. Is the same ‘ole fart dem……so what is all the friggin hype about? Cho!

Well, in case you haven’t realized, it is Monday morning and there is work to be done ……(at least for some of us)…… Peeps tend not to hug up Mondays much. For me, once I get out there, it alright. Right now, it is very cool here as we got some rain last night. And, as it is cool and man still inna him boxers, man doh too feel the work vibe right now. But, I am going. So perhaps what I will do is end this next to nutten post (I really have nada mucho to share) with a little joke. Here goes……

A little guy is sitting at the bar just staring at his drink for half an
hour when this big trouble-making truck driver steps next to him , grabs his
drink, and gulps it down in one swig.
The poor little guy starts crying.
“Come on man, I was just giving you a hard time,” says the truck driver.
“I’ll buy you another drink. I just can’t stand to see a man crying.”
“This is the worst day of my life,” says the little guy between sobs.
“I can’t do anything right … I overslept and was late to an important
meeting, so my boss fired me. When I went to the parking lot, I found my car was stolen and I have no insurance. I grabbed a cab home but, after the cab left, I discovered my wallet was still in the cab.
At home I found my wife in bed with the gardener.
So I came to this bar trying to work up the courage to put an end to my miserable life, and then you show up and drink the damn poison.”

Moral of that one is careful who you decide to tek a drink from. Have a good week.

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