Observe people riddled with insecurity. Brutalized by broad swaths of poverty. Upended by their own naivety. Made into sitting ducks by their vulnerability (and their heroes). Always ready game, never less than prone, to their dependency. Play with their minds. Shower them with self-guilt. Prompt them to shame. Feel sorry for themselves. Use them to abuse themselves, flogging first, then flapping about uncertainly. What to do? Why even this tiny luxury taken away? This cannot be life in an oil rich country. Just can’t be. But the man said so, and the man must know. This much I know. What is being dished out to poor, hurting, scrambling, dragging, giving up Guyanese is cold and cruel. It is an essential element of the PPP Govt’s barbarous calculus. Throw the cost-of-living burden, price agonies, right back at them, into their sad, trusting faces.
Eating out in tony restaurants is for the well-bankrolled, the superrich PPP political class. Don’t hang hat where hand can’t reach. Low-class and working-class are low-class and working-class. Know thy place. Understand thy limits. It’s a real smaat maan who speaks. Plenty university. The man in control of the money. Enough has been given. Government isn’t the answer. Government isn’t a babysitter. The PPP certainly isn’t, has not a scrap of interest. There is the contractor class to be rewarded; big private sector operators to assist towards greater prosperity. Have a care people. They provide the jobs. So, what if they are minimum wage, unlivable wage, jobs? Just start thinking of, begin working on, abandoning those once-a-month, often once-a-quarter, dreams and plans to eat out and give the children some joy. Even the little that those pushed into the category of losers in Guyana have is taken away from them. Cold and callous. It’s part of the PPP Govt calculus. Which government that still has its head on, desires to take ownership of cost-of-living crises, and its wide trail of devastation? Maybe the government of leading men in sacred texts. But none should look to the PPP Govt to embrace that duty. What’s in it for the PPP, other than less money to pilfer, less milk for its fat cats?
Eating in swanky restaurants is bad enough. But shopping in pricey supermarkets is an uber horror. Very risky business. Especially in a cost-of-living country that destroys its people, and a PPP Govt that eats its young, and all those that it afflicts and cripples. Guyana is a cold and cruel place. Capitalism devouring, taking no prisoners. At the pinnacle of the pyramid is a PPP Govt that publicly cheers its own predatory nature. Buy at the greens and veggie markets. If the middlemen (many of PPP vintage) are marking their wholesale buying price by 10, then what’s the price at which market vendors can sell? PPP Govt, PPP farm base, PPP middlemen, ripping off Guyanese, then telling dem deh dig deh own grave.
Kiss supermarkets goodbye. Are some owners of some of those bigshot establishments not friends of the farmlands that caused such uproars? Special invitees of the PPP Govt? Apparently, their only utility is when it’s time for financial support. Or the force of a shakedown. Recall what is repeated, emphasized: the PPP Govt is cold and cruel. A stalker. Then bushwhacker. Collect millions from donors. Then harass ordinary people for only window shopping at foreign and local supermarkets. It takes a government of exceptionally low and dirty character to engage in such double-cross. I believe that the PPP Govt is refining its own form of economic eugenics. Start with segregating and weeding out the undesirable classes. (More on this coming).
Reality check. Can sane Guyanese see street level, entry level, minimum wage level locals even thinking of exchanging bhagee for Brussel sprouts? Or cassava for caviar and pumpkin for mushrooms? I feel for Guyanese. Whipped and flayed by their own to keep them in their place. Their lot is worse than that of children. Grown Guyanese shouldn’t be seen nor heard. Nor should they be seen shopping and eating where the higher classes thrive. To repeat, the PPP Govt is extraordinarily infused with the cold and callous. It’s the ultimate in political savagery.
