Satiricus was in a dilemma. It was the weekend, and the Back Street Bar would be hopping. But with what was going down with this GE-CON business, and his leaders’ — Nagga Man and Rum Jhaat — defence of that business, he knew he was going to get it from all angles. In the end, he girded up his loins and sidled into the watering hole: he had a plan.
“Hey, fellas!” he started off, deciding offence was the best defence. “You do know Pressie had given Jaggo six criteria for a ‘fit and proper” chair, don’t you?”
“Me hear ‘bout da,” nodded Cappo, as he guzzled his beer. “But which part a de Can-sti-too-shan Pressie fin’ dem?”
“What?” asked the astounded Satiricus.
“Well, na Pressie aks de judge whe’ in de Can-sti-too-shan she fin’ he mus’ gi’e reason fuh tchrow-way Jaggo lis’?” asked Bungi.
“Well, Pressie was just trying to help Jaggo,” protested Satiricus.
“Sato, you know the first criteria, right?” asked Hari. “That the nominee must have a wide knowledge of electoral matters!”
“Really?” said Cappo, perking up. “Suh wha experience dis Chief Patto chap gat wid elect-shan?”
“Well, when Judges collect the jury’s decision, they have to count up the numbers,” Satiricus mumbled.
“Yuh play yuh raas wid abee, na?” growled Cappo, who was still buying.
“You fellas don’t want to go though the other criteria?” asked Satiricus plaintively.
“Like the one where the nominee must not belong to a political party, even in an “apparent or hidden way”? asked Hari who had obviously kept abreast of the matter.
“Yeah, an’ Chief Patto a wan memba pan de Pee an’ See Facebook page!” chortled Bungi, as Satiricus remained silent.
“But Pressie forgot to mention the number ONE criteria,” said Hari.
“Wha’ da?” asked Cappo.
“Race!” smiled Hari.
Satiricus also smiled. The fellas hadn’t mentioned the betrayal of Nagga Man and Rum Jhaat!!
