Satiricus wondered what all the tension was all about. His buddies, who were waiting for him at the Back Street Bar, had been having sleepless nights as to when the decision would come down. But he’d already told them what to expect. The problem was they didn’t believe him. They thought his leader Rum Jhaat was just carrying on with “Rum Shop talk” when he’d said there would be no third term.
“I told you fellas Rum Jhaat knew what he was talking about!!” exclaimed Satiricus, even before he took his seat with his friends. “The decision was in the bag, he said!!”
“Sato, wha’ me waan fuh know, a how come Rum Jhaat bin know?” asked Cappo. “Like ‘e a wan fartune tella, or wha’?”
“’E na none fartune tella,” said Bungi heatedly. “Me tell ayuh de whole Cee Cee Jay fix!!”
“How could you say such a thing?” replied Satiricus, just as heatedly. “These are Judges of the highest integrity!!”
“Sato, maybe so,” said Hari quietly. “But weren’t the CariCom leaders who went along with Burnt Ham rigging for 28 years also honourable men?”
“You’re talking about apples and oranges!” exclaimed Satiricus. “Those were politicians; these are Judges.”
“Me fr’en’, apple and aringe – all-two a dem a fruit, you know,” said Cappo. “An’ in de Carib-yan paliti-shan and judge come fram de same pack a cyard!”
“Budday! Na da Bajan Prime Minista bin seh all dem Cee Cee Jay judge a “palitishan in robe”??” said Bungi.
“I don’t believe you fellas!” exclaimed Satiricus. “So maybe we should go back to the Privy Council as our top Appeal Court?
“Damn right, we should!!” said Hari, in an uncharacteristically loud voice. “The Privy Council don’t have any ‘skin in the game’!”
“And what skin the CEE CEE Jay have in Guyana?” demanded Satiricus truculently.
“Budday, wid dem country sinkin’ and abee ile money comin’ in soon, dem know de Pee an’ See gat jab fuh dem!” said Bungi.
“De Mustache man na hiyah some a dem a’ready!!?” said Cappo.
“Just like de Bannuh fix up dem Haitian !” concluded Bungi.
