The Slag in the Mortar The sea off the coast of 1665 Jamaica was thick with English wood and English iron. Red Cross flags snapped in the Caribbean breeze, pushing through the wake of a retreating Spanish shadow. Standing on the Palisadoes, draped in salt-stained velvet and speaking with the heavy, rhythmic cadence of the island’s Creole, stood Columbus. He was ancient, unaging, and unyielding. As the English cannons boomed to claim the shore, he adjusted his cuffs and spoke into the wind, his voice echoing across centuries. "I’ll be you… since Jamaica is always Spain forever. And if not? I will regain my Babylonian ancestral ways. I will pilot your country to a total negation—until you exist as a people in name only. I will be the slag in your mortar." I will make a slag phone own day that will drug all of you and make you soft and angry until you are fighting in the streets for a Spanish economy that feeds all. How can you say no to me or my red headed daughter that will turn it all upside down in your major population centres until you call Cristobal and then all will be well again. No more slag; or you will have the "Will" to fix it yourself. Now once there is video or film, Columbus could say "Now, I see you and if you don't just agree with the Spanish, follow the Spanish you will become soo frustrated that you will say WAR IS GOOD for your Civic health.. because Columbus told you to say that and then you and your best who did not just figure it out are dead and who are we if not Spanish since you can't just do it any old way. You have to follow Spain. Follow or else you feel cantankerous, out of order......de lo contrario te sientes malhumorado, fuera de lugar." He turned his back on the fleet. He was not worried about the English, nor the Irish, nor the grand agreements waiting in Europe or Russia. In his mind, the timeline was already laid out: the islands would help each other organize by 1980, and by 2001, a total benefit would come for all. But until then, the rule of the house belonged strictly to him. I rejoice in your promise like one who finds great spoil. 163 I hate and detest falsehood but I love your law. 164 Seven times a day I praise you for your righteous laws. 165 Great peace have those who love your law, and nothing can make them stumble. Psalms 119. Jamaica has no problem but it has something to say. Right now, with it's economy it says some people get the benefits as children or family is the politics people whog get the benefits and don't work; and some people are work. They have a job and will have a job; the work. Then they are some people who don't have Identification and they get on as best they can. But there are just some things that we don't want to see any longer as some people do the best they can; sad things. This has ended and when ever it began, those who decided it would be that old way maybe in 1975 have decided (we are not sure where or who they are) that we move forward since you cant really tolerate what you know happens when the average Jamaican dignity of a Jamaican is not as guaranteed and ensured as it is for a Cayman or or a Vincentian. Some people wanted to see sad things in public so they can say they know they are successful. The Piano and the Trap In the Great House, far from the shore, stood a black grand piano. Columbus had never attended a day of school in his life, yet he moved across its keys with absolute, unearned authority. He gathered the children of the estate, teaching them chords, scales, and harmony. But his music was a minefield. Whenever a child played too well—whenever their fingers found a melody that sounded like genuine mastery rather than mere imitation—Columbus’s eyes would darken. "You trying to be me?" he would hiss, slamming the fallboard shut over their knuckles. "You think you can play without my breath in your chest?" In the doorway stood his helper, the baby mother of the house. She wiped her hands on her apron, her eyes heavy with a terrible truth. She had watched the pattern for decades. Columbus was no ordinary master; he was a cunning vampire who fed on identity and submission. The rule of the house was simple and absolute: every child must address him as "Columbus Father." If a child turned ten years old and dropped the title, or if Columbus cleverly coaxed them into slipping up—smiling, leaning down, and murmuring, "Just call me by my first name, man, we can joke now"—their fate was sealed. By 1:00 PM that very afternoon, he would consume them entirely, like a predator in a Hansel and Gretel nightmare, erasing them until not even a memory remained in the mortar of the house. The Son from Haiti One afternoon, as the heat of the day hung thick over the sugar cane, a shadow fell across the porch. A young man stepped out of the glare, carrying the dust of Saint-Domingue on his boots. He was interested in who is the.... and who is king...if there is anyone who is more than him in his estimation. If so, he will "Sean Miller-movie character" attack him, steal from him and hold him out of his happy way if he can... to the death. If there is something, it cant be you. It has to be...him. if you are the real child in a family and not he adoption, he works to supplant you and will ask the church to help. The church will not help but will take everything you have. You will not ask the church to aid and abet any intent to kill. All of this is really the Work Houses of England being given a chance to express. They had come from the West Indies including Jamaica on ships during the 1800's and we are left with some stories. We are thankful. One story is emblematic of 1000's of work house experiences. Imagine Bill and Nancy from Oliver Twist had a daughter named Thatcher. Oliver had a son with Nancy and that son had a child named Tony. Some other girl from Fagin's gang had a child with the Artful Dodger who worked as a bus driver after being born in Jamaica but came to England after wars. Eventually the grand son emerged as Boris J; former PM. This Work House DNA was not all white and many came back during the wars with more than they left with but with enough Vicar association, enough experience and enough English coin to settle and buy something in Jamaica. Work for the British Government in their 30s, 40s or 50s and then started to influence government as orphan survivors of the work house, sharing with us their experience with being under others as the orphan and they wanted to know what it is like to be "over" people and enjoys that as orphan compensation for Oliver most for a little while. This is when some do not have their benefits and some will or do have them in this poppy show of emotional angry orphan economics that is the Anglo economic profundity of uncertainty. We know what Oliver would do if he had the chance for the second time now. It seems Churchill may have been one of these second generation Work House genomes who was to be a miracle of nurture that would, they hoped, defy the pirate Port Royal scavenger nature. The socio-economy and the expectation of benefits is filtered through their experiences and disappointment, their dissatisfaction in their view of social worth and this is never equal. Life is not equal when a work house could not attend Sunday School with the other kids. He could not attend school. So these angers about worth and equality or inequality is played out or expressed in the benefits system. There is the worth of general family association is pitted against the worth of work. This is weighed against family associations that involve the political. Then there is the family association that involves the clergy. If you have work through family association, then you have enough; they say. It presumed your family will be able to find you another job. You are covered. You can get the benefits with Political family association because you are covered by them but they don't really want you to work. Clergy family can cover you. But one version of this anthropology or the other does not want clergy people to have the benefits. What about the the worth of formal education? The orphan does not mind this. He will say he thinks he has a son or daughter if you graduate. They have social authority and social cover. This is not conducive in a modern economy that hopes to have a winning population when work is changing always. We must have a total inclusionary income support for all Jamaicans before we are over run by other populations that can buy and pay for the food at the Jamaican cash register. Christopher Columbus is interested in who turns the captain's wheel, who decides. They are Mediterranean relatives. Toussaint is in Haiti and older by 15 years, arriving in the West Indies to convalesce with a French King he shot in the face in 1417 approximately. COLUMBUS Ship wrecked in Jamaica around 1430 or 1492. They are bothered by authority. They are really Babylonian orphans. This DNA manifesting in a 1980's church choir is entertaining. It has to be them. It can't be you if it's a musical solo or leadership. They can't really help themselves sometimes in what they do. They fixate in their target and try to whittle down their target, making what they can around everyone , all of us sad. This is so it's not obvious. But now we are all dying. The grass is brown in Kingston; not green like it was in 2014 as they emote and fixate on the guy about his High School diploma from Boston, Massachusetts instead of working to make it happy for all. Then they put on Bob Marley and they can't remember someone poisoned the hot tub this morning at the Spanish Court Hotel where they know he goes to swim early-ish. They could poison his water bucket for the well or river but they poison the actual well or lake near him or her instead so it's not obvious. They ask for immunity from all prosecution after their term is served. We know how it has to work in line with the UDHR Article 25. Jamaica will follow this logic and will no longer be economically the poorest track team in the world that gets gold. We are all sorry and let former misgivings go. You can't accuse any former prime minister of anything since where is the evidence? There is vicarious liability and you can name the public in your claims and we will seek to compensate at the standard civil law quantum. The alternative is to pin all our sins on a Cadaver that can't sign his name for anything who is speaking to some nation as a foreigner for free but who wants to influence the country towards sin with his old DJ friends from Toronto; DJ Huggy from Alexmuir; born in Canada as a Vincentian but convicted for breaking the school front door at Campbell Collegiate. You were hanging out at the white girl's house on McNichol but my Aunt Jean said you could not stay with my older cousin because you watched bad TV too much. You never watched all of Fame season 1. You never watched the Cosby show first episode and you did not apply to work at Miracle Mart at Bridle Town Mall. You got arrested oft shoplifting there. You shot a dog at 12 years old. The gravy made you think.. The gravy made you think. This Andrew Cadaver from Toronto presented as a JLP confirms the nullity of the JLP party. It can't be serious. It cancelled its existence. The Jamaican Police have confirmed that the party was warned and fined for these election irregularities. Let me make this clear. We will all have feelings, emotions. Even a frog has emotions when you hammer his little foot. But he cannot say "ow!!..stop, you mad bastard." If you put salt on the frog's back, you see it's agony. So these Creoles and his angers defy complexion when it's not about white or black or yellow when this mad bastard or mad bitch comes in any colour. She is occupying illegally one of your family homes with a delinquent white kid. she is a convict and she is yellow but not Chinese but a Creole Jamaican that speaks Chinese and she says when you come back, if it's you as a law graduate, you have to be white; something only a crazy Jamaican would say or do. But if it was about repairing the Jamaica Highway toll booth or computer, it would be done. It earns for Jamaica. If it's about inputting USD $ 40,0000.00 per year for every Jamaican paid at $3334.00 per month for every Jamaican then that is also done so we are on par with Grenada or the Caymans. In failing to pay the benefits, we are just as much the outsider as we were in 1875. You are an outsider when you do not finish your home school work as a member of the school community. We collect sales tax also at the very least at 15%. If everyone has more, the country earns more. But the emotional Work House orphan born in Jamaica is very anxious about equality. We render unto Caesar. Caesar pays a small benefit to the people. We cannot be the saddest, most underfunded sporting nation in the world because of Victorian England orphanage survivors who, as Jamaicans, had the wisdom in 1875 in London not to go the top of the Church steeple with the Artful Dodger ( a Jamaican) who would push you off the roof and say you had actually jumped. This is because he said he needed to be the only one. CLICK HERE.