Rich man, poor man
have to go to the National Insurance to get a letter proving I get a pension. I have to carry in receipts from the Income Tax. Wuhloss, Maggie Hoad last boy up with Donville.
Many years ago when I used to park by St Mary’s wall, a gentleman would be waiting when I came back. “I am the man”, he would say, “who was watching the man who was watching your car!”
I was reminded of that recently on discovering that while I was watching the affording ways of this new administration, others were watching mine.
I mean, we thought the Dems left the country flat broke. Our Central Bank Governor said before the election he couldn’t see public servants getting an increase since we couldn’t afford to pay them as it was.
Yet public servants and MPS have got an increase, we have new ministers like bush, old retired individuals have been recycled and posted here, there and yon. We are talking about buying second-hand trucks at a million each. Where is the money coming from?
Surely we aren’t printing money or using NIS funds? Surely David C wouldn’t be part of a Government taking handouts from white businessmen? IMF funds not around as yet. So where?
But while I was pondering that, I made a fatal flaw and now the banks are on my case. “Where you get money from?” is what they’re asking. My mistake. For all our years my wife and daughter washed our clothes in a tub. Last year, another daughter bought us a second-hand washing machine. Recently it started making a noise so I called a repairman. Then all hell broke loose. The banks obviously monitor these things for the American FBI. If a goat farmer can afford a washing machine, they feel he must be laundering money. So it looks like my savings could get “frozen” or something.
I had to go to the Nation and get a letter proving I’ve been a columnist for 29 years. (My wife feels nobody would pay me to write foolishness, so the Nation only sends me a cheque as a joke. She’s never touched one cent of that money in case we have to give it back.)
I have to go to the National Insurance to get a letter proving I get a pension. I have to carry in receipts from the Income Tax. Wuhloss, Maggie Hoad last boy up with Donville.
The thing is, nobody will believe how cheaply we live. I once wrote that $6 a day would keep me happy; Alfred Pragnell sent me a cheque for $6. Somebody donates a breadfruit – that is cou cou one day, chips the next. My wife can make a tin of salmon serve six or sixty; she just “lengthens” the sauce. (I get the black skin and bones.) I wear dead people’s clothes or cast-offs. All my appliances are gi’-to-muhs. My pick-up is 28 years old; my tractor, 52. We have worked over 40 years without a day’s vacation. If you don’t spend money, you save a little something.
Next thing, a word of caution to CARICOM brothers on the Caribbean Court Justice (CCJ). We note you’re getting a referendum. Our government gave us no choice. But beware! Remember Hotel California: “We are all prisoners here of our own device… ‘relax’, said the night man, ‘we are programmed to receive. You can check out any time you like, but you can never leave!’”
That, my friends, is the CCJ, against whom there is no further appeal. Once you sign on, it is eight years before you can leave. The former colonial masters never put such a stricture on us for leaving the Privy Council. So why do our black brothers? It is a monstrous wickedness, in my opinion, to keep anyone in a relationship they want to quit.
By the way, my wife has correctly predicted how the CCJ would rule in every single case involving Barbados. She will do it for free. Don’t follow us into that trap.
Finally, economic recovery. We heard it was to be “Re Re”. Now it’s “Bert”, probably to be followed by “Ernie” (Economic Recovery Needs Investments, Experts), played by Avi and Clyde. Unlike Bonnie and Clyde, who took people’s money illegally, Avi and Clyde are taking it in fuel and water tax.
Lots of capital around, but no one investing while we’re overtaxed to pay for Government squandering and inefficiency.