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What to say -- I am really a pretty easygoing feller. I tolerate very many things, more so than most!
And I rejoice in this attitude that I believe is a gift from the Lord!
However (you knew that was coming, did you not?) there are some things that from time to time
will rankle my ire to no small end! (That means annoy!) And henceforth instead of bursting perfectly good
blood vessels I shall merely air my views here. Please note that I am susceptible to overlook political correctness,
especially if I feel passionate about something here so rather than call you wanting in intellectual capacity,
I'd be likely to call you a STUPID BUGGER
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Due to pessure from all quarters to archive my stuff rather than just
overwriting, and here I quite
modestly quote "...you damn fool! How dare you delete the best damn stuff I've read in a while...",
I shall (when I remember) archive my stuff before I delete it. Bon Appeit!
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17 Oct 2001: Those who show off and those who send quite
nonsensical mail -- dismembered at length and finally dispensed with ruthlessly!
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AGUMBARU KINGS & QUEENS!
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One of our honourable members of the
house
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Without any hesitation of any kind, this award goes to all the
ladies and gentlemen that are commonly known as Members of the
Parliament of Kenya. I refuse to refer to them as honourable
because by and large they are nothing remotely of the kind. It
is becoming sickening the lengths these individuals will
somersault in order to secure for themselves more and more
benefits in the guise of serving the people. It is interesting
that they forget the people that they are supposed to serve are
the ones that put them into parliament in the first place and
they are neglecting us at their own peril! Consider what these
pillars of morality and integrity have done for themselves while
in power:
 Awarded themselves quite handsome
salary and allowance increments that saw the most idle
of them earning at least 450,000.
Suddenly realize that they are not safe
from thugs, crooks, conmen and brigands (I suppose
we are the ones who are) and decide to issue themselves bodyguards
and firearms, all paid for by you.
Design for themselves an Insurance
policy that guarantees benefits if they so much as cough from a common
cold. This is again paid for by you my friend!
Again, with our money, forgetting that
the 450,000 they are earning is quite enough, arrange for themselves
a quite handsome mortgage arrangement that quite frankly baffles
the very being in me!
While all these benefits are being awarded
left right and center, these are the fellers that assure us very wistfully
that they wished they had the funds to pay teachers, repair roads
and other such things but there was simply no money. WASHINDWE!
When shameless
buggers in checked coats and moccasins go to Kilome
with pockets full on money to shamelessly hand over to the voters
under the pretext of democracy, this cries out aloud to heaven for
vengeance! What are these that are ruling us that we only see every
4 years (Right before the election, that is!) |
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MAMBO BADO!
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Guess who? Right before eating!
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I am still not thorough with those people who pretext to look
after our interest in the House. Why the call it 'The House' I
wonder indeed. It is very common indeed to find activities of
various kinds being carried out that cry out to high heaven for
an alternative name to be used to describe that establishment.
When a grown man, called 'Honourable'
at least to his face decides to descend upon a colleague of his with
blows from his fists, and kicks from his boots, and the assaulted
returns the assault with intensity and enthusiasm, bringing to bear
rocks, sticks and anything that can be brought to bear, the name THE
BRAWL CENTER would be more appropriate!
When a Honourable
Member is depicted by the quite unbiased medium of film is discovered
to be in the recumbent position with mouth open, spittle drooling
out of the corners of his mouth and sonorous snores penetrating the
air, this gent may claim to be there in body but in spirit he is quite
somewhere else, thank you very much! This leads me to suggest that
the house be called THE BEDROOM
When an MP
who gathers a 450,000 bob salary and should thus by right rub
shoulders with some of Calvin Klein's products shows up at a rally
with checked trousers with a patch on the rear end, a checked coat
so loud we can hear a sonic boom, shirt so old that it is bereft of
a collar, no socks and yellow moccasins old enough to have been considered
by Speke as old fashioned, I believe the House should be referred
to as THE HEIGHT OF USHAMBA |
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