Category: Satiricus

Satiricus never failed to wonder at the ability of the MuckrakerKN to always hone in on the most salient aspects of a news story and give it prominence so that the good people of Guyana could be “educated” – just like its owner Mook Lall was. As a journeyman in the newspaper trade, Satiricus could only sit back and admire the latest effort. All Guyana and the Caribbean – and indeed all across the former British colonies that still played cricket – about a billion and a half people –…

Satiricus never failed to wonder at the ability of the MuckrakerKN to always hone in on the most salient aspects of a news story and give it prominence so that the good people of Guyana could be “educated” – just like its owner Mook Lall was. As a journeyman in the newspaper trade, Satiricus could only sit back and admire the latest effort. All Guyana and the Caribbean – and indeed all across the former British colonies that still played cricket – about a billion and a half people –…

Satiricus was fond of Americanisms. And that’s why he really didn’t mind Rum Jhaat affecting an American accent and talking about “gonna” do this and “gonna” do that. Never mind the jerk hadn’t spent more than a couple of weeks in the States. Heck maybe he’d been looking at old John Wayne movies on TV. Lets mosey down to the saloon for some liquor, pardner. But Satiricus would’ve never thought the ex-Talker Rum-Kara was also taken by the American way. In fact, Satiricus always believed that Rum-Kara was a very…

Satiricus was confused. Now this was not an unusual circumstance for Satiricus. But this time, he just couldn’t make head or hair of what was going on. Or going down. He’d just turned on his television and there was this young man, who said the policemen had tortured him to make a confession. Now Satiricus had learnt not to jump to conclusions in these matters. But then as he looked at the long-haired young man in immaculate white shirt and pants, it seemed to Satiricus like a case of déjà…

Satiricus believes in giving Jack his jacket and in the case of the Kabaka, giving the man his khaki jodhpurs he liked to wear when he rode around on his (high) horse. Why were all these people denying him the Lambo Prize? Satiricus had just finished his dinner – foo-foo soup – and he was relaxing in his Berbice Chair. He became philosophical at times like this…was it the foo- foo? So, not surprisingly (to his wife) he fell asleep. And started to dream. It was night and it was…

Satiricus sighed. He so much enjoyed the letters columns in the dailies. Especially in the Muckraker KN. Looking through the letters, they selected one that always had a pulse on what was going on in the opposition camp. Not that their articles didn’t religiously cleave to the opposition line, but in the letters, you got a feel what was going on beneath the surface. So he perked up when he read the daily diatribe of KFC apologists Thunderbolt and Rose – even though it meant ploughing a page of ponderous…

Satiricus enjoyed the letters column of the dailies. Even the concocted ones in the MuckrakerKN and the Stabber News from the stable of opposition scribblers. They were always good for a laugh. But every now and then, one came from a name that was recognisable. Like the one that the Naga Man scripted to the Stabber News. It revealed a man who had some serious issues about his identity. But even to naive Satiricus, the letter didn’t sound right. Naga Man’s pose as an ‘everyman’ who would appeal to every…

Satiricus is a fight buff. Nowadays, with all the sensitivity circulating, pugilistic preferences, much less proclivities, weren’t too popular. But Satiricus was unrepentant. He’d enjoyed the recent bout with Guyana’s featherweight, lightweight and WBC’s super lightweight champion Clive “The Punisher” Atwell last Saturday night as he won a unanimous decision win over Venezuela’s Raphael Hernandez. Satiricus decided that the fight must have left an aura in Guyana because imagine his surprise when he turned up to cover a press conference at City Hall and discovered that a bout had been…

Satiricus admitted that he was a softie. What could he say? He didn’t like trouble or ‘jhanjat’. So when he saw his old pal Mook Lall, from the big market days so heated up about not getting a radio licence, he decided to do some checking. After all, as an old newshound, he did have his ‘sources’. So he ambled over to the new Broadcasting Authority where an old pal, Scrungie, had been seconded and explained the situation.  Scrungie grinned broadly, “That gon cost you, you know.” “So you still…