It’s my prerogative

Satiricus was still agog. That means ‘bug-eyed’. What was going on with de Speaker of de House? Satiricus fully agreed with LinkKan Lois: who de hell de Speaker think he is? Order in de house? Which house de Speaker talking about? This is a Guyanese House, dammit.
This is not the House of Commons. This is not like at Lords, where Satiricus stirred outrage when he once took off his shirt because London for once was hot during a cricket match. What the heck, West Indies was batting also! So what if our MP’s were screaming and cussing out each other like people in de fish markets? Like LinkKan, Satiricus believed that we have to do things our way in Guyana. “Indigenous” was what de people call it.
“Heckling, thumping of tables and chairs, fighting, throwing down the mace, throwing of flour and other so-called disruptive and unruly behaviour” as LinkKan put it, it defined our Guyanese way. Naga Man was de perfection of the Guyanese model MP. None of that “honourable this” or “honourable that”. What was wrong with “shut yuh so-and-suh mouth”? Satiricus believes MPs should call each other by their “false names”. You know? Like “Cock-eye” and “Big Guts” and so on.
De other thing where Satiricus saw eye to eye with LinkKan was this nonsense that the Speaker should be “impartial”. Satiricus had never heard such a piece of crock before. Impartial? Since when? Who de hell put he there? Mister Hite had it right. If I put you in a position, you are my “creature for life.” And don’t anybody forget that.
Satiricus’ hero was the Deputy Speaker who hadn’t forgotten who had buttered her bread. Why! She even reversed de Speaker’s ruling when he didn’t show up in time and she got to sit in de big chair. She never recognised Rodee. Satiricus had to look at the tape again. Rodee was sitting right in front to the Deputy Speaker – no fake moustache or disguise or anything. But de Deputy Speaker didn’t recognise he. And she even had on she glasses. What a woman!
Satiricus always believed that the Speaker was a bit too “hoity-toity”. Didn’t look like a fella who would sit in a rum shop and put away one or two ‘large’. Why, he would do well to ‘follow pattern’ LinkKan. A Guyanese Speaker had to speak like a Guyanese no? And de best place to learn was the rum shops.
Satiricus wondered why his fellow member of the bar Rum Jhaat hadn’t inducted de Speaker into that fraternity to rough up some of his smooth edges. Or for that matter the senior counsel in the making – NandaBall? He certainly also had vast experience with de habitat to cultivate the appropriate vocabulary. The Airport Bar, anyone?