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I’ll have to stay home!
Since one aspect of the current crime wave is connected to the earlier narco-trafficking, I repeat, upon request, my very personal views on compromises with the reality of drugs amongst us. Here goes:
“Now all good, law-abiding Christian, Muslim, Jewish, Hindu or Jordanite folks know that cocaine, in all its commercialised forms, ravages its users, most, reportedly, being young people of the world. Because it gives a “lovely” temporary, addictive high and “escape”, it is never-the-less sought after by the hundreds of thousands desperate and vulnerable. Its illegal production and dastardly distribution thus provides much wealth for the wicked. And their associates, their dependents, their friends. And perhaps their innocent unsuspecting acquaintances, customers or supporters.
The latter is the gist of my point. When I tell my pals that I try to avoid supporting known or strongly-suspected folks - businessmen et al - whose enterprises rely on the cocaine takings for their success, my friends laugh and scoff at me. How can I avoid such enterprises, such businesses, locations, such facilities? The takings, the influence and products of the cocaine business are all-pervasive I’m told.
The boys tell me seriously and mischievously, that place of entertainment, relaxation, business, retail outlets, in arts and culture might just have cocaine backgrounds or backing. So when a good, kindly Christian mom or dad shops at a certain outlet, he or she might be (knowingly or) unwittingly supporting evil destructive enterprise.
So the fellows also concluded that I can’t avoid it, I shouldn’t “fight” it; I should just “conform”. I contend (weakly?) that if a parent knows he’s supporting evil by buying ice cream or enjoying masquerade music promoted by barons or traffickers, that parent cannot morally condemn their offspring who might commit a similar sin. Where is the moral authority then?
Yes the boys tell me if I want to avoid coming into contact with the direct or indirect purveyors of cocaine wealth and consequences, I simply have to be a recluse on the highest peak of the Pakaraimas. Or simply stay at home! Use no mini-bus; buy nowhere; ‘lime’ no place! I’ll never know. (Are there really no honest folks left?) Sure. The police! The police??
1) The bandits who beat and burnt the aged gentleman, afflicted with a stroke, at Non-Pariel last week, if caught, must get a fair trial with representation in our Courts of Law. All their rights must be observed under our rule-of-law system.
What would happen to them in the Sudan, northern Nigeria, North Korea or Pakistan? Our Human Rights folks here, of course, will point out that we should not in our punishment, become as uncivilised as those bandits. Who says kindness to them works these days?
2) Great show! I marvelled at the nostalgic camaraderie of the Bishops’ Old Girls. Then I sighed at the number of Bishops’ Brains we’ve lost. Can we ever, ever make it?
3) I care not what you think. I’ve had it with pageants!
`Til next week!