What about a `military’ Police Commissioner? Greetings. So very early on in the twenty-five-year-old life of this people’s column I would broach with government (s) the utilisation of our Guyana diaspora.
-`We will build a police outpost’ One dictionary definition of “minister” (of the governmental variety) goes as follows: “A high officer of state who heads a division of governmental activities”.
How Coporal Coppel, supplements his salary Firstly, let’s see how brief I can be today.
-when historian Granger writes about LFSBFor many years on this day, though trying to be more secular, I would discuss the definition of “faith” as it is understood by devoted activist Christians.
-The haughty officer’s bag of bones I suppose that folks into their seventies and eighties experience two levels of behavioural responses to social events that they do not necessarily appreciate.
-And His Excellency’s expectations I suspect that citizens of our Guyana need to be reminded of the status of all Presidents they elected since 1980.
-Dear City Hall, let’s celebrate with $500,000 Of course the entire lead caption is really “Lawlessness and homicides on our roads- a lack of discipline, education and enforcement.”
-National Flag, Corentyne’s Children “Her children pledge each faithful hour To guard Guyana’s Lands To foil the shock of rude invaders Who’d violate her earth To cherish and defend forever The state that gave them birth” The foregoing, of course is just a snatch from our Guyana’s Song of the Republic.
Two terse introductory points up front: because I don’t –and suspect can’t- write every day, a Selwyn Persaud (KN Sat.
-We’re now an “other-people” people? Nostalgia usually refers to (fond) memories of something pleasant; sometimes a yearning for a return to past events and times.
-GPL: British, Irish, Scandinavian, Jamaican If my regular readers discover that these comments are recycled from 2013 and last February (2017), they are absolutely accurate.
Look friends, I’m one (dubious) fan of our Historian-President’s penchant for naming things.
Jesus: His Egypt and his beer This might just be (the use of elements of) irony if this column turns out to be one of the most brief ones in a long time.
In twelve days’ time – if I make it – I complete another year into my seventies.
Granny Joycelyn’s pension – and her death! I pay genuine sincere tribute to our more analytical commentators.
How criminal enterprise pays Some may recall that I did a somewhat provocative piece a few months ago challenging the usage – and aspirations – found in our national motto.
(Okay, you-all know by now that at this time of year I love that word – “prog-nos-ti-ca-tions”.
Let’s agree that many of you – my “regulars” – might be allowing yourselves to be caught up in the hurly-burly homestretch to December 25 that Christmas Day widely known now to be misplaced.
Comrade Mrs Santa Claus and “Pashway” in the House The answer to the question, “should you/should we trust elected representatives?”
Sexual misconduct: His Excellency is aware With maximum respect to all, I lay claim at being among the first- if not actually the first to describe National Elections 2020 as the Jubilee–Oil Elections.
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