Folks
I mentioned at least once before how en vogue the term "diaspora" has become recently, at least where I've been reading/listening, i.e. Jamrock newspapers and radio talk shows.
The word is so weird to me , it sounds like some kind of conundrum. Or, it sounds like you're caught in a coccoon, depending on the context in which it is spoken or written. I tell you what, some persons use it to connote some kind of exile - the only thing I know is this, I ain't in no diaspora, dude. I am who I am.
Another thing.
Folks, I haven't blogged so much in 2007. The record is there for all to see. I did not delete any posts. It can't be as much as 10 this year. If so thats plenty. And, in July or so, I took up the sport of skeet shooting, and I believe I am addicted. I mean it is really exciting.
Anyway, all the folks down at the range seem to think I am smitten. I feel the fever. I tried pistol the first day, trap another day, and then since that its been all skeet. Its wickid, yute..
Check it out...
And lastly, for my Jamrock political animals, read this...
PM Portia While visiting England , Portia Simspon Miller is invited over to tea with the Queen. She asks her what her leadership philosophy is. She says that it is to surround herself with intelligent people.She asks how she knows if they're intelligent.I do so by asking them the right questions,says the Queen. Allow me to demonstrate.
She phones Tony Blair, puts him on speakerphone,and says, "Mr.Prime Minister,Please answer this question: Your mother has a child, and your father has a child, and this child is not your brother or sister.Who is it? Tony Blair responds ,It is I, your Highness. Correct. Thank you and good-bye, Mr. Prime Minister,says the Queen.
She hangs up and says, Did you get that, Mrs. Simpson Miller? Yes, Your Highnesss! Thanks a lot. I'll definitely be using that Upon returning to Jamaica .
She decides she'd better put the Minister of National Security and Justice to the test, She summons Mr.Peter Phillips to Jamaica House and says, Peter Phillips I wonder if you can answer a question for me? Why, of course, maam . What's on your mind? Let me see now....uhh, your mother has a child, and your father has a child, and this child is not your brother or your sister.Who is it? Peter Phillips hems and haws and finally asks, Can I think about it and get back to you? Portia. agrees, and Peter Phillips leaves. Phillips immediately calls a meeting of other senior ministry officials and high ranking officers in the Police Force. They puzzle over the question for several hours but nobody can come up with an answer.Finally, in desperation, Peter Phillips calls Renato Adams and explains his problem....Renato.... put down yu M-16 fi just one second.....your mother has a child, and your father has a child, and this child is not your brother or your sister. Who is it? Renato adjusts his bullet-proof vest and answers mmediately, "It's me, of course, you fool.
Much relieved, Peter Phillips rushes back to Jamaica House and exclaims, "I know the answer, maam! I know who it is! Renato Adams. Portia replies in disgust, "Wrong, you idiot, it's Tony Blair.
