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She has what it takes to turn heads. And heads she certainly turns. For she is poised at 5’10”. Voluptuous. Hourglass. 36-24-36. All to flaunt. And all she flaunts. Busting bosom. Men-teasing midriff. Mini miniskirt. Highest of high heels. Femme fatale. Cleopatra reincarnated—Dirty Rossana
Dirty Rosanna’s failed projects
Thus, of her spellbinding beauty, she allures many libidinous eyes. Men’s eyes. Skeldon. For hapless was he. Entrapped with testosterone driven lust, thus surrendering to her every word.
“With US$200 million, I shall have GuySuCo reproducing more than that of the Octomom.”
And that he gullibly believed. But that never come to pass. For with the hundreds of millions invested, Skeldon failed to reproduce a sugarcane. In fact, so tragic was the failure, that not much as a grain of sugar was delivered. Thus, of such a catastrophic failure the unanswered is—Why?
Dirty Rosanna’s Skeldon project was underpinned by corruption and a long list of false assumptions. For she brainlessly assumed, innumerable private cane farmers, would drop their wives, and return to her Skeldon land. But that never happened. Why? She never considered, the region known for cattle ranching, rice farming and illicit trading, wouldn’t rush to return to the backbreaking task of planting sugarcane.
Nevertheless, having failed at one project, Dirty Rosanna soon had a second in Fip Motilall. For the Miami based Fip Motilall, had a massive payday of over US$15 million, to construct the road to the Amalia Falls Hydroelectric Project. However, the Amaila Falls Hydroelectric Project was fanciful at best, with an initial burdensome cost of US$435 million, skyrocketing to over US$900 million by the time APNU+AFC Government put an end to the wastage.
That said, it was common knowledge, that even on his best day, Fip Motilall would struggle to construct a simple sentence. Thus, the question, why in heaven’s name, would Dirty Rosanna conclude, he is capable of constructing roads? Furthermore, even as Fip Motilall’s construction limitations were being lay bare, Dirty Rosanna own Minister of Works warned that the project would require at least US$1 million annual maintenance. However, Dirty Rosanna cared less for taxpayers’ money, for she pocketed millions, even as the taxpayers haemorrhaged nearly US$1 billion.
So having registered another failed project, Dirty Rosanna turned her attention to the cradle, in entrapping Donald Ramotar’s juvenile son. For his pockets were unquestionably swollen, having pocketed US$80 million to fund a fibre-optic cable project. However, that never materialised to deliver a single email, albeit delivering millions to Dirty Rosanna, and a US$80 million fibre-optic calamity to the taxpayers.
Notwithstanding an embarrassingly long list of failed projects, Dirty Rosanna struggled to keep her flight of fancies, to herself. Thus, soon she was with a new project, involving a shell company out of India. For they were advanced US$4 million to construct a Specialty Hospital. However, they mysteriously vanished like Su, with Dirty Rosanna pocketing more millions, heaping more financial burden on the taxpayers.
But with that project delivering yet another failure, Dirty Rosanna soon enthralled one other, capturing the gaze of lover boy Dr. Bobby Ramroop. For like Bonnie and Clyde, they gutted the NIS, to feed a slush fund, which financed the Berbice Bridge. However, most predictably, this registered another failure for Dirty Rosanna, which means in total, Dirty Rosanna has burdened the taxpayers with over US$1.3 billion, in failed projects.
Dirty Rosanna’s new project
Nonetheless, registering all failed projects, Dirty Rosanna soon set insatiable eyes on a Texan Czar. However, the Texan Czar being cognisant of her sordid pass, reminded in language unambiguous, his eyes hath seen her destruction of many projects. But Dirty Rosanna was at ready, exposing her sensual ace up her lace—The skies between her thighs.
So confronted with such a seductive proposition, he of stone wall resistant, was pulverised to a paper thin defence. Which meant, registering a married conquest, Dirty Rosanna with number dialled, informed man’s wife; “He’s not coming back—Exxon is sleeping with me.”
And most certainly, Exxon’s bed she shares, for why else would she appeal Justice Kissoon’s ruling? Why else would she act in Exxon’s interest rather than ours? Why else would she be so unpatriotic? Why else would she steal the aged pensions? Why else would she envisioned increasing the pensionable age, beyond that of life expectancy?
For this we know, Dirty Rosanna has destroyed every project she hath touch. As a result, it’s incumbent that we remove her hands, with our ballots, from the Oil Industry.
