Satiricus was upset…and it showed as he trundled like a Walking Dead to the Back Street Bar. He’d been ordered by his editor to listen the day before to the five-hour Budget presentation by the Finance Minister. He was still in shock. He was sure the Geneva Convention had outlawed this sort of thing as “cruel and inhuman punishment”. It was worse than the American waterboarding those bleeding hearts complained about at Guantanamo Bay.
“Hey Sato! Why so glum, chum?” said Hari, as he espied Satiricus slouching towards the table, where he and the fellas had started to build their beer bottle forest.
“I don’t understand why the finance Minister has to READ the damn Budget,” Satiricus replied sourly. “Why can’t they just circulate the printed speech?”
“Budday, da de way de English teach abee,” said Cappo. “But ‘e na easy pan de Minista too yuh know!”
“Well, in de English Parli’ment, dem allow de Chancella fuh drink likka when ‘e gi’e ‘e Budget Speech,” pointed out Bungi. “Maybe abee a do de same t’ing in Guyana?”
“Well, that explains how he could carry on with all the nonsense,” said Satiricus sourly. “I wish I had a case of beer when I had to listen to him for five hours!”
“I looked at the thing on TV outside,” said Hari, with a smirk. “While I had my beers with Bungi and Cappo!!”
“Abee na see you dough, Sato,” said Cappo. “But abee see yuh old fr’en’ Rum Jhaat and Nagga Man buss in wan sleep!!”
“Dem na bin a sleep,” laughed Bungi. “Dem bin a do some deep t’inkin’!”
“Yes!” said Hari. “About how they can get back some life into dead meat!!”
“But seriously, fellas,” said Satiricus. “What’d you think about the Budget?”
“Da wha’ yuh call wan eleck-shan budget,” said Cappo. “Dem a try fuh buy back all dem people who na vote fuh dem.”
“Me na t’ink suh,” said Bingi. “How come dem na gi’e all dem cane cutta dem fyaah, nuttin?”
“I think they’re just trying to bring back Pee’nSee people, fellas,” said Hari. “They’ve given up on the Dead meat KFC!”
