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For they’re known by their arrogance. Pomposity. Hubris. Ego. Conceit. Disdain. Pride. However, despite their distasteful disposition, power they were handed to lord over the vulnerable many. But power is manmade, thus inherently flawed, hence is predisposed to being man destroyed
Thus, scrutiny is of General Manuel Noriega, who had all the trappings of a dictator—Power. Wealth. Military. Where power intoxicated, he suffered many—Murdered. Persecuted. Narco-trafficked. However, despite blooded hands, America of convenient blindness, remained unseeing. For unseeing they were, since he served their interest—FBI Informant. Nonetheless, said clandestine relationship was unremembered post-haste, with his transgression in closing the Panama Canal.
Where from closure, in circumnavigating the Panama Canal, a financial burden was heaped on American shipping companies. Which meant, cries were loud thus heard, with a solution arrived at expeditiously—Rebrand the FBI informant, a FBI Wanted narcotrafficker. However, unlikely it was, he would’ve extradited himself, thus captured through military invasion of a Sovereign State akin to Ukraine. Iraq. Libya. Afghanistan. Pakistan. Grenada. And the Canal was reopened.
Then there was President Saddam Hussein, who stood an ally so close, their DNA was found in his death gallows. For closer they were than embraced lovers. Closer they were than love and tears. Closer they were than close itself. For their bonds were superglue strong, such that, Iraq and Iran exchanging military blows, saw America embracing President Saddam Hussein—We share a President Zelenskyy love, so weapons we’ll give, to fight our proxy war. And with that, helicopters. Warships. War tanks. Fighter jets were gifted Iraq with a rose- Red White Blue.
But that all changed when Kuwait, America’s incestuous lovechild, singlehandedly plummeted oil prices, against OPEC guidance. As a consequence, an irate Saddam Hussein invaded Kuwait, to inflict a military whipping on the insubordinate stepchild. However, this threatened America’s oil and love, even as whispers audible, spoke to regime change and political assassination.
To that end, Al Qaeda’s 911 of many deaths, nationalistic passions and Weapons of Mass Destructions (WMD), was labelled his. Where the very WMD disinformation, America rule to overrule, an agreeable United Nation. Where similar antisemitism disinformation, Putin rule to overrule, a disagreeable United Nations. Where through these two dastardly disinformations, two ‘unprovoked wars’ were fueled—Iraq and Ukraine. Of which, one we face miseducation.
That said, having justified Iraq invasion on WMD lies, all arguments thereafter were rightly presumed to be lies. As a result, their WMD of lies was rebranded Weapons of Mass Disappearance, with the Kurds mustard gassing justifying the gallows; although decades old and decades oil forgiven by the Americans. Now Saddam is dead. Iraq is a failed State. But America has it’s oil.
Next was the Talibans who they shared an extramarital affair. For this was the state of play. The Russians were occupying Afghanistan. The Russians were Americas Cold War enemy. The Russians were the Talibans hot war enemy. Now the cliche. My enemies enemies are my friends. Therefore, of enemies enemies, the Talibans and Americans became political lovers. Which meant, the American armed Talibans, fought America’s proxy war against Russia, as the American armed Ukrainians presently does. And as it’s, Russia is out of Afghanistan but Afghanistan is a failed State.
But despite multiple failed oil tryst, the Americans were soon sweet-talking a wealthy Caribbean widow, who know not love. Of which, soon they were in her head, en route to her bed, ably assisted by a political middleman, contracted to an Oil for Power quid pro quo. And soon, with good Exxon drilling, the widow was in deep trouble, long before the cock crow thrice. Deep trouble, for her children existed in abject poverty, whilst the Americans transfer her oil wealth to his children. However, for bribe loyalty, the middleman counts pittance, even as he indulges in his favoured pastime. Discrimination. Intimidation. Interrogation. Victimisation. Corruption. Where through it all, the Americans remain muted, busied with their Canadian mates, taking turns in drilling the widow. But this we know, should the middleman PPP, deny access to the widow, the occasional whispers of inclusive democracy shall evolve to downright hostilities, lectures on democracy and ultimately regime change.
That day will come.
And this knowledge, informed by history, that underpin this projection. Where history will adjudicate, on that day when the Henry boys murderers are incinerated in hellfire. When the perpetrators of Success flooding are confronted with fire and brimstones judgement. When the annihilators of ancestral Mocha are burdened with the worse Biblical plaque. When they of Pradoville greed, who trade our oil for pittance, face imprisonment in the pits of hell. When they of evil intent who perpetuated acts of victimisation, discrimination and harassment, are banished to a tormented existence. When they who deliver only brutality and bullets to the poor, never know sleep. When the impoverished education denied, present at the education deniers’ mansions, demanding their fair share of our wealth.
For their days in power are numbered. Since America has no permanent friends. No permanent enemies. Only permanent interest. So when that day dawns, of oil being denied, the dictators’ freedom will be swiftly arrested. Where said history that illuminates, has long predetermined a humiliating street dragging, like Saddam Hussein. A humiliating street dragging, like General Muammar Gaddafi. A humiliating street dragging, like the Talibans. A humiliating street dragging, like General Manuel Noriega. As we memorialise their humiliating exit. As we spit. As we spat. As we’re saved.
So as we endure, we know today’s pains, which they’ve denied, shall visit them tomorrow. Which when befall, would see our Korans unseen. Our Vedas unseen. Our Bibles unseen. Our Torahs unseen. Our forgiveness unseen. For we’re no Christ Rock. For no cheek will be turned. For no 70×7 will be shown. For no straw will be extended. For they’ve murdered us. Flooded us. Bulldozed us. Discriminated us. Persecuted us. Thus, their pains delivered by our inked index fingers, will be celebrated as—One Guyana.