Ask any Pakistani where is a good place to put a drone and the last place they would come up with would be a cooler fete in south Trinidad. But since most fete promoters are not genuine Pakistanis, a drone was employed to take aerial shots of one such fete. As luck would have it, this drone, probably dropping low to get a better view of a woman with nearly no top or shorts or both, lost control and struck a patron on his head causing a several-stitch type injury. However, eyewitnesses said that it was some stupid patrons who started to pelt the drone, possibly thinking it was from the Gary Griffith future crime plan. which caused the crash. Another unsubstantiated report says the drone had cheap batteries which failed when called on to perform.
Crash or no crash, the future of both policing and fete promotion lies on the wings of drones. Drones will be as common as political hot air and just like a new Jack Warner walk about, it will go unnoticed. Future fetes will be streamed live via an unauthorized drones swooping low and making privacy a thing of the past. The shootouts of the future between rival gangs or gangs and police may take the form of a drone war and drive by shootings will be replaced by fly by ones. But right now, everything is up in the air.
The prayers of the people of Trinidad and Tobago are working and as proof of this the head of the IRO said things could have been worse. What more proof do we need. Because of this revelation I would like support the IRO and Government of this semi-blessed land of Trinidad and Tobago and urge people to pray, not just more, but better. People should now pray 24/7 rather than at bedtime or during a hold up. A newspaper reported the Prime Minister saying “Pray in whatever way you know. When you pray from the heart, God listens.” Which probably explains the high murder rate and confiscated cans of local orange juice.
I am thankful that the error in my praying has been identified and my prayers will now be heartfelt and focused. I will pray that all political parties be exorcised of drug smugglers, money launderers, bribe payers, bribe takers, pimps, wife beaters, child abusers, the power hungry and those dotish people who think fiction is fact. I will pray that no drugs exported from this country ever be be intercepted. I pray that nobody from our land is extradited to the US to face drug smuggling charges but instead be kept in this murderous and treacherous land called Trinidad and Tobago to face the righteous music and curry duck dished out by our AG and friends.I know my prayers will be acted on by the One who normally listens since this time the prayers would be from the heart and not the intestine as in previous cases. My bad.
Trinidad Orange Juice – a Trinidad and Tobago Icon
Ever since it was discovered in the US that 700 cans of Trinidad orange juice had cocaine hidden inside, the citizens and well wishers of Trinidad and Tobago became anxious and with baited breath are still waiting to know who the true exporter of this juice really is. Surely this must be the work of the mysterious and elusive Mr. Big. Could this be the moment we have been waiting for donkey’s years? Mr Big is the mythical and probably real figure who hides in plain sight among the commoners and dignitaries alike.He is the local drug kingpin with powers that would be the envy of any politician or leader. In fact legend says he is, and has always been, the real ruler of the land for countless years. Mr. Big is the local Keyser Söze.
Some say he started with bags but others say foreign used cars or maybe scotch. Nobody really knows. With things going a little astray overseas recently, the hidden ruler and master of the local drug world is calling on all his politician friends on all sides, to defend him against the foreign, evil oppressors who find his juice in poor taste. The population is skeptical that Big would ever be caught and identity ever known because of his connections in high places. Naturally, most feel the manufacturer of the juice is not the exporter of the coke and the one who will be charged might be a headless sardine in the cesspit of the local drug trade.
I think it was in very poor taste that the exporter would risk tarnishing the image of a product that is iconic to Trinidad and Tobago and loved by all. As a country, we should stand up against those who want to get rich regardless who or which country they destroy on the way. And if for no other reason Big or Sardine make ah jail it should be for tarnishing the image of the nation for a few big cars and rolly polly women.
Here are some “provocative angles and overall sexiness” which some deem sexist but others who know better, enjoy.
“Whether it’s from 35,000 feet aboard Air Force One or in a motorcade through the streets of Manhattan, Reuters White House photographer Jason Reed offers a view from behind the tinted windows of Obama‘s 2012 Presidential campaign.” ~ Reuters TV
Trinidad and Tobago – 50 Years of Running Thing
Since we are a independent nation we are free to choose either Nike, Puma, Adidas, Ascis, New Balance, Saucony, Reebok, Brooks or Hanwag as our national running shoe. What better way to celebrate 50 years of Independence – 50 years of running thing. In fact, we have become a nation so taken up with running our own affairs our National Watch Words have unofficially become “Run Something Nah.”
50 years of independence also means making our own living, making our own decisions, importing our own food and drugs and electing our own kings and queens to govern us in ways no foreigner can ever govern. We have been making our own laws and selectively enforcing them in ways our various governors and cabals see fit. We are a people united by sports, floods, fashion and sometimes even the odd sex tape but divided by oppressor selection. We reportedly have more freedom than the average democratic country – we have countless radio stations, and a few TV stations where announcers can feign intelligence by using any foreign accent they see fit. We have several newspapers with some good writers and several local blogs that are free to criticize and spell in either British or American English without police or political interference. After 50 years of independence we can safely say we still have some of our own oil and gas left, bulldoze our own land, make our own floods, bribe our own people, and spill our own blood on both our own roads and tracks behind some houses where loud explosions are normally heard. We are independent enough to let murderers get away with murder and big boys get away with our money. 50 years of independence means the cabals can favor who they want and call it fair-play. I am so happy we are so independent.
Pastor Stewart is one of the funniest bits of local or even foreign humor in my opinion. With over 1.5 million views on Youtube, I am not alone. So while we wait for the Partnership to move mountains or even tiny molehills to make people happy, the diversification started without much fanfare from the powers that be – I Am Santana – The Movie – now showing at a T&T IMAX Near You
I am Santana - The Movie