Submitted by Keep It Real (and clean)
I am waiting with bated breath to 
see a page-one comment from either the Publisher or the Editor in Chief of the Nation newspaper denouncing, in the strongest possible terms, its own journalistic faux-pas (I am being kind) committed in today’s Sun on Saturday.
None of us, not even the most perverted person, would have expected that that tabloid would have sunk further into the depths of depravity and lewdness, especially after the recent appointment of “people of impeccable character”.
Perhaps, such erotic journalism can be easily explained-away since many in society, including some people in our most noble professions, have had to wrestle with their own amoral feelings, as they try to overcome an obsessive propensity for pornography and predatory exploits, while simultaneously fighting the said sexual appetite and their rapaciously philandering demons.
I wonder if it is mere happenstance that today’s salacious story (Sex Scene) by one of the paper’s editors (also a man of unblemished standing) and accompanied by a most graphic and explicitly offensive photograph, that left absolutely nothing to the imagination, coincided with the start of a certain group’s get-together. They might have needed a little titillating to spur them on after falling far-short earlier in the week.
Remember, they make queer bedfellows.
We, however, should not be totally surprised at the level of trash emanating from the junior publication on “Barbados’ Fleet Street”, since weekend after weekend (just read Flying Fish & Cou-Cou, Pudding &Souse, and I {Lie} Confess) that newspaper insults and seeks to undermine our sensibilities and time-honoured values, with a constant diet of wanton vulgarity, sexual innuendo, gossip and lies – that can only pass for ‘gutter journalism’.
Even the late fearless Chocholingo of T&T (Founder of The Punch newspaper) would have derided such smut and lasciviousness. But, not the Nation! That sensationalizing tabloid, the self-proclaimed paragon of virtue, has all but outdone itself this time.
So, we all await that front page self-censure.
I believe the likes of Gladstone Holder, Jimmy Cozier, John Wickham and Clennel Wickham, all past local doyens and guardians of “the fourth estate”, must all be turning in their graves.
Notice, I did NOT include the other Wickham (the self-proclaimed 
homo-analyst) in that august company.
Indeed, she might be rubbing her hands in glee and salivating at the clear doggie position shown and explicitly elucidated by Mr. Price. Lord Have Mercy! 
As it stands, this country is crying out for a Press Censorship Body. I want to 
hear The 4-H Emeritus Man (aka Hard Headed H—– H—-) pronouncing on this one – what the late J C Proute ( a renowned Barbadian journalist of The Gleaner newspaper) used to call “journalistic gaucherie”.
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