Submitted by Old Onions Bag
A man’s word is his bond. Some are more meticulous than others. They would never accept a penny for a crown, but would rather hold out to their bond. The merchant of Venice insisted on payment or his pound of flesh. He maintained that his debt be paid. Could similar be today’s re-enactment? Could the ghost of Shylock be back?
At Sunday’s Errol Barrow Day gathering at Prospects, people waited and waited in vain, believing that an announcement was fore-coming. Again they were put them back on hold. No elections date coming. Some could have really stayed home, as that was the only reason for their presence.
Truth of the matter is, there is more than a mortar in this pestle. Only the one knows. In the mean while other DLP candidates stuck in gear. Any strategic planning they may have intended, must wait. Someday (after elections) things will come to a head and it will not be as buddy buddy as yesterday’s meeting. Someone will be called to account. Meanwhile everyday, the February 12th dissolution deadline draws nearer.
Risky business to ride so close to the curb, especially when the ole belfry has just received a good old clean down. Cock horse or none, a tempting rope is dangling. To feel comfy in such times is to be of the complexion of a true Jesse …-For Whom the bell tolls-… Truly infectious times indeed, not for the feint or weak hearted. Question begs, who really robbing this train, an incoherent fugue strategy, unplanned circumstances or a shadowed mutiny? Whichever the one, time has ran out and a precipitous decision must soon be made. An epic fall out for all n sundry, plenty egg promised for faces n quandary. Make no bones about it…..real cat piss n pepper coming.
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