I never thought I could despise
anyone more than I despise the collective community of Members
of Parliament, but making excellent progress for this very
distinction is the collection of delegates at the
Bomas of Kenya.
I don't care if your father, mother,
great aunt, brother or spouse
is there. If your relative thinks getting sodas
is more important than building a constitution
for the odd 30 million Kenyans then your relative,
my friend, is too intellectually challenged to hit the water if
(s)he fell out of a boat.
If you and your relative think that the conference is interfering
with their family then your family is already in
problems and would have broken apart, conference
or not. However, since you feel so strongly about it, pack
your things and be on your way!
If you are related to that gentleman who wanted 30 million Kenyans
to pay for his indulgence in some hanky panky with
his better half, please I beg an opportunity to meet
you and he so I can laugh the tonsils out of my head
at such nonsense. Sir, these are things you should do on your own
bloody time with your own bloody
money! Cretin!
As for that good lass who fondly refers to herself
as 'Tausi', the prerogative to obtain umbrellas
falls squarely on your own shoulders. A brolly
is 100 bob in town so avail yourself of one and
stop whining about the issue!
SUMMARY: To any CKRC delegate reading this: if you feel the conference
is interfering with your business, your family,
your -- er -- drive, the price of your tomatoes,
the smoothness of your skin or anything else, then
GET YOUR CANDY ARSE THE HELL OUT! BUGGER
OFF! There are millions of other Kenyans willing
to sacrifice for their country.
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