Yes, Hawk and Spit if when you see this Sagramsingh, er, thing, carrying on at her cantankerous worst; in her sick, sycophantic excess; in her ingratiating shamelessness; in her undignified, bacchanalian posturing; in her ghetto-style theatrics; in her low-class identification and association with the PNM as in birds of a feather flock together, and show me your friends and I’ll tell you who you are; in the evocation of her base instinct exposing itself, when her words reek of the armpit stench wherefrom her nose now resides confirming she lacks not only IQ but a sense of smell, a sense of aesthetics, of sight, of awareness, of presence, of reality, of an evolved human being, ye, Indians, for whom the Sindoor she wears is intended to send into the puke mode, puke, yes, but just dismiss it as nothing more than a power-seeking Soorpanakha Rakshasa playing J’ouvert.
I hesitate to use an analogy in psychology to explain this insanity but for clarification’s sake, it is described in the law of cognitive dissonance as the greater the expenditure the greater the psychological need to justify it i.e. if you identify with the enemy explain yourself. Are you insane, stupid, are you from the blind institute or the home for the mentally paraplegic?
Fact is, could you, say, park your car in a pothole from where you sprint like Bolt to escape bandits attacking you because they are starving and want something to eat, something to kill to get it, and then go on a platform and scandalously shout at the top of your lungs that this is the government you belong to and the leader you equate with Lord Rama who insinuated you come from a lice-infested heritage and you obviously being shameless and not bright enough to tell him that the proud people of your hygiene-conscious ancestry immediately afterward pelted away the utensil you might have used to give one of his kind (him) a sip of water to quench his thirst out of fear that contamination was possible because hygiene was not something they practiced?
But politics create strange bedfellows and bed bugs and worse than how they chased away their beloved Manning, worse yet awaits this Rakshasa who will self-immolate on the pyre of the neemakharam as she finds out that the flesh and blood sustenance of the PNM since day one has intravenously been fed on its hate for Indian people as expressed by Cro Cro and not on any enlightened economic policies to make this country great.
L. Siddhartha Orie (author).