Tuesday, January 27, 2009

The KREMandala Konundrum

We have many media houses around town. Some are clearly biased. Some are more subtle. But one is outright doing Belize an injustice through the propagation of hatred. This holier than thou empire of hypocrisy, deserves no respect. KREM is the name and they are bad for Belize.

Everything that goes wrong in their business empire they blame on everyone else. 
Circulation down. It is The Reporter bad mouthing them.
They bounce a check. It is the Belize Bank evil empire.
Their signal is giving trouble. It is the mischievous PUP.
Their internet gets cuts off. It is the white man.
The Garbage piles up outside. It is the spanish man not picking it up.
Someone has robbed them. It is the social classes keeping the black man from getting a $1000 a week job.
The chicken that they ordered for lunch is cold. Blame it on the Chiney.
And if they truly can't find a scapegoat for the complaint of the hour, then they dredge up the oh so glorious UBAD way. Which is almost every week.

It is never that they a printing a crappy paper, don't have good accounting, poor technical equipment, haven't paid their bill, bad management or that their own listeners are tossing the tacos wrappers at their front door.

It is never that they entered into an agreement without reading the fine print or with an eye for greed.

Now, Mose does make sense on some issues, and he does make valuable arguments. His arguments on Belize sovereignty are refreshing. Unfortunately, his voice of reason is overshadowed by the environment of self-righteous entitlement that his family has created and preaches to the sponging masses.

Kremandala could do a lot by just shutting up and telling their listeners to take responsibility for their actions. 

Don't like a price at a shop. Shop somewhere else.
Got no money. Go get a job.
Making pickney. Support them.

If they truly want to be the conscience of the people in print, on the air and on TV, then they need to start by ensuring that they listening to their hearts..not to mad men preaching hatred.

Hatred will only tear the precious society they claim to protect further apart.

Easy my brethren!


Tuesday, January 20, 2009

Growing in fear.

Are other parents going thought the same kind of fear that I have?

The fear that tells you not to go to Chon Saan for a family dinner or you will get robbed. The fear that says to you not to take your kids to BTL park because they might get caught in a ride by shooting. The fear that says we better not leave our homes for a night at San Pedro, lest we come back to an empty house...all that you have worked for ..gone. And the kind of fear that paralyses us even as we try to pick our most cherished from school.

It is the kind of fear that dictates that we better not even call the police for help for a) we will get reported back to the criminals b) that we will get an answer like "u don wap ah, so e no wah come back again" or c) they won't even answer the dang phone. The police are useless, powerless, impotent and even part of the problem.

As we grow in fear, we grow in anger. Anger at the police, the politicians, and the blood-sucking-slime-that-gets-caught-under-your-fingernails-while-scraping-the-bottom-of-the-barrel-of-belizean-citizenry (And yes...belizean should be written in lower case letters because we don't deserve uppercase!) They are all holding my family hostage, and I am pissed off as hell.

So what do we do about it....move? We'll my family is seriously considering that. Do we run for office? I would do that, but I am not corruptible so I would never get elected, or get to a level of Government where I would be able to do anything. Do we arm ourselves? No, then we become part of the problem. 

I say we do a massive roundup. Put all these thug wannabes in a big cage in National Stadium, give them a stock of weapons (all sorts just to make it fiery and interesting), charge admission to the viewing public...and let them have at it. Last man standing wins "thug of the year".

Then just maybe, I might be able to live in peace in the country I love and maybe, just maybe be able to sleep at night knowing my kids are safe.

Stay safe my breddas!