Satiricus, as usual of late, was girding his loins to enter the Back Street Bar. With the fellas cutting him no slack because his fearless leader, Rum Jhaat, was under fire for presiding over not one, but THREE prison crises, he knew what was ahead. So he was surprised, when he sat back after chugging his first cool one, that Bungi asked, “Ah wha schupidness Nagga Man deh pan now?”
“What exactly are you talking about?” asked Satiricus with some relief, as he clinked glasses with Bungi and Hari.
“Was he caught drinking in public again?” asked Hari. “It’s Emancipation, you know! The man had to take his libations!!”
“Na da!” said Bungi. “Me ah talk ‘bout how ‘e wan’ fo’ce all dem TV an’ Radyo stay-shan fuh play wha’ de guvment wan’ dem fuh play!”
“Oh, you mean the Broadcast Bill Nagga Man introduced in Parliament?” asked Satiricus, trying to reorient his thoughts from escaped murderers on the run.
“Yes, da wha’ me a talk about,” agreed Bungi. “Nagga Man waan all dem private stay-shan fuh braad-cyaas wha’ ‘e guvment waan fuh seh!”
“What’s wrong with that?” asked Satiricus. “Governments have to get their message to the people!”
“But de Guvment waan de stay-shan fuh braad-cyaas dem message fuh free!!” Bungi pointed out.
“So, it’ll be OK with you if the Government pays?” asked Hari, trying to smooth things over as usual.
“Well de appasition PPCEE gat fuh pay de guvment stay-shan,” said Bungi. “Do fuh do na obeah!”
“But the Government and the Opposition are not the same,” protested Satiricus. “The Government run their station!”
“Me na know ‘bout da,” replied Bungi. “Ah abee tax money ah spen’ pan de guvment stay-shan”
Satiriucs thought it best not to say anything further.
