Satiricus didn’t like family feuds. Not the ones on the TV show, but the real life ones in politics. They can get really mean and vicious. “Like the one that was going on right now between the KFC and the Pee-an-See,” thought Satiricus. He was hanging out at the Back Street Bar with his friend Cappo, the Cane cutter. They’d been chugging a few as they commiserated over what was going on in sugar.
“Is sufferation, man. Real sufferation, abee ah face,” said Cappo with feeling. “And ah because Nagga Man too nice. He na like mek trouble.”
“What do you mean, Cappo?” asked Satiricus, who knew Cappo had voted for Nagga Man and the KFC party last year when they had hooked up with APANU.
“Wha’ me guh tell yuh? Nagga Man bin tell abee he gon tun Agriculcha Ministah and all abee trouble gon done,” said Cappo quietly. “And dat is why we vote fuh he.”
“Who is we?” said Satiricus, who knew fully well but wanted to hear it from the horse’s mouth. The two of them had some real arguments before the elections.
“Abee sugar workers, na!” said Cappo exasperatedly. “He tell abee he know Prime Moocher wuk na gat real powah. Agriculcha gat powah! He woulda help abee.”
“And what happened?” coached Satiricus, as Cappo took a long swig from his bottle. The forest of bottles on the table was growing.
“Nagga Man show up fuh he “swearin in” and he find another fella get de jaab!” snarled Cappo. “Yuh believe da?”
“But why Nagga Man didn’t say anything?” asked Satiricus, as he ordered another round.
“Buddy Sato, dat is wha me ah tell yuh! De man gat wan big heart an he na waan embarrass Pressie.” confided Cappo. “But dat is when we KFC leadah Rum Jhaat decide dat was “eye paas”. And since den is war!”
“War? Is only just now I notice some battles,” said Satiricus. “All the time Rum Jhaat said everything copacetic!”
“Dat is tactics, Cappo! Tactics! Rum Jhaat bin showin’ de KFC brudders from town dat Pee-an-See gat ALL de powah,” Cappo slapped the table for emphasis. “And dat Nagga Man too quiet. He too good.”
“Oh!” exclaimed Satiricus. “So that is what happened last week?”
“Blasted right!” Cappo shouted. No one took notice since everyone was shouting in the Back Street Bar, anyway.
“De KFC town men tek crank up and tell Pressie he gat fuh gie back Nagga Man he powah!” smiled Cappo. “Tactics bai, tactics!”
“But is still sufferation, for you, Cappo,” pointed out Satiricus to his old friend.
“Sato, abee cane-cutta know how fuh baan abee belly fuh Nagga Man. Dat man a wan Saint, an he na want powah!”
