Truth is constantly sacrificed on the altars of money, position, and leadership favour

It has finally sunk in, despite my resistance. This country had to pay in some way for its superabundance of natural, physical riches. To compensate for all of our wealth, we got the dirty end of the stick in a band of bad politicians in general, and the worst of leaders in particular. I am struggling to figure out whether it is due to the immutable laws of physics alone, or some twisted combination of physics, chemistry, and biology. Then again, it could be the work of divine providence, or forces of nature, or the randomness of probability. Or even an extension of the great, feared resource curse. The bottom line is that Guyana always ends up with a cohort of political operators of the dodgiest variety, as if to make up for all the extravagant gifts of somewhere from somebody for some purpose.

I watch as ordinary Guyanese, thinkers and patriots, raise reasonable questions on issues of significance to them, and the floodgates of cover ups, deceptions, and counter narratives explode. There are willing, well-compensated cover up artistes to run and plant flags objecting to whatever truths are put out. For every one ray of light lit, there are 10 seminars from PPP emergency responders in place for just such developments. For every sentence that is revealing, another 10 blankets emerge to overwhelm and smother in the