Satiricus was bemused. Not amused, he informed his friends, but “bemused”, as is perplexed. He was hanging out with the fellas at their usual joint: performing their usual ritual of quaffing lager and periodically downing portions of the “cutters” de jour. Which today happened to be fried Banga Mary doused with the house’s secret-recipe pepper sauce.
“How much longer are you fellas going to carry on about Trump and his carrying-ons over in the US?” he demanded.
“Well, Boy, we just can’t understand what the man’s doing with all these tweetings and bannings!” protested Hari.
“Yeah! An’ if ‘e sen’ back all dem Guyanese fram ‘merica, whe’ abee guh put dem?” asked Bungi with some heat – and not from the peppered Banga Mary.
“Not to mention, all of our freck will be cut,” chipped in Hari.
“But while you fellas bellyaching about Trump in America,” asked Satiricus. “What about our local Trump?”
“Who yuh mean?” demanded Bungi.
“Who else but Moustache Man,” said Satiricus with some exasperation. “Trump only doing stupidness two weeks now, but Moustache Man been behaving even stranger for over a year and a half!!”
“You know, Sato,” confessed Bungi, “Me nevah t’ink ‘bout Trump and Moustache Man dat way!”
“Both of them just say whatever comes to their mouth!” exclaimed Hari. “And because both of them in Government, they just embarrass ordinary people.”
“Fellas! I know both of you just gloating!” said Satiricus. “But he embarrassing my leader Nagga Man, when he attacking Judges and all that.”
“But a whe’ ‘e get all dem spunks fram?” Bungi wanted to know. “Like he get mo’ seed dan baigan!”
“Is payback time, fellas,” said Satiricus shaking his head sadly. “Remember he was the man what was talking to the Bannuh on the Agricola Massacre?”
“Wow!” exclaimed Hari. “The Americans may be able to impeach Trump. But even “Number One” can’t touch Moustache.”
“’E know whe’ all dem Pee-an-See skeletan bury!” grinned Bungi. “Tell Nagga Man ‘e bettah mek fr’en wid Mustache Man!!”
