Satiricus was smiling. He and his new drinking buddies Bungi and Hari were “priming the pump” at the Back Street Bar. The following day they would be attending the wedding of their friend Suresh’s daughter, Savo. Satiricus was expounding on his belief in “homeopathy” – that which causes an illness can also cure the illness.
“In this case,” he explained to his two friends, “fighting future alcohol ‘stale-buse’ with present alcohol drinkingl!”
“Like fighting fire with fire!” agreed Hari.
“Fyaah?!” exclaimed Bungi, “Le’ abee haul watah! Da guh out fyaah!” They’d been imbibing for several hours, and were at that stage when they were ready to solve the world’s problems.
“Eh! eh! Sato, I read your KFC party will be having its National Conference after the New Year,” said Hari with a grin. “You going?”
“Of course I’m going,” said Satiricus firmly. “I need some answers!”
“Like what?” asked Hari.
“Well, Rum Jhaat said we would be ‘dead meat’ if we joined up with the Pee an’ See,” replied Satiricus. “What’s his position now?”
“Me t’ink de KFC a prappa stink nowadays,” interjected Bungi. “Dem mussee bin dead meat fuh wan laang time!”
“Just like fishes, parties start to stink from the head,” observed Hari snarkily, as looked across at Satiricus. “You think Rum Jhaat will step down as leader since his one year term is over?”
“Hari, wha’ schupidness yuh talk?” interjected Bungi. “Ah people like Sato gat fuh vote fuh t’row out dat waste Rum Jhaat!”
“Maybe we don’t have to do that, you know,” said Satiricus hopefully. “We have rotating leadership, you know. Rum Jhaat has to rotate.”
“Wid who?” Asked Bungi. “Trat Man?”
“Naaah!” butted in Hari. “Remember Trot Man said he was too sick to be in politics?
“Suh how come ‘e tek big Ministah wuk?” Bungi wanted to know.
“That was a miracle,” answered Satiricus. “But I don’t think there will be a second miracle, since it looks like he went back home to Pee an’ See.”
“Suh wha’ guh happen?”‘asked Bungi.
“They will keep Rum Jhaat as the head of the KFC,” predicted Hari flatly.
“Why?” Satiricus demanded indignantly.
“Pee an’ See need an Indian for that KFC leadership,” replied Hari with a smirk. “And Nagga Man says he’s not an Indian!”
