By Reggie Kempinski the Bull Neck Diner
On November 19, 2019, the morning after he set his security forces to fire tear gas on innocent Dominican men, women and children protesting for democracy, Pharaoh spoke
He was nervous. His eyes started about. His forehead glistened with cold sweat. He gulped, anxiety gripping his visage. Pharaoh said all the ills on Dominica was the fault of the United Workers Party and that he was the innocent Lamb of Jesus.
Pharaoh said that investors and tourists would not come to Dominica because tear gas went into their dinner plates at Fort Young Hotel. Pharoah forgot to say his troops were the ones who sent the tear gas into Fort Young Hotel because he denied the nation electoral reform and liberty.
Then Pharaoh pulled out his trump card. The National Gospel Extraganza was coming (and the empty Kempinski Hotel to accommodate the highly paid Pharisees). He had it all figured out. The Mastermind that he is, Pharaoh had already planned his next big move with a caravan of Pharisees, bought and paid for. Gospel singer Donnie McClurkin was being brought down. Just like the other times he had fooled the masses. He would would deceive Dominicans again with another mamaguy. He would broo broo the people into giving him give five more years by singing sweet songs promisng heaven on earth just so he could be the everlasting Pharaoh in a red shirt and a red hat one more time.
Yes, for hundreds of thousands of dollars he would talk about Christ and how Christ-like he and his saints in Government were. The same saints that cannot see a skirt and leave it alone. The same saints that beat women until they have a miscarriage. The same saints that have the impoverished queue up for coolout money at the Financial Center then ask for sexual favors in return. The same saints that don’t pay millions in taxes and receive bribes to run for election. The same saints who made the 100 million in Venezuelan Petro Caribe money disappear into thin air. What a miraculous thing is that? And here we were thinking Jesus multiplied loaves of bread and fish to feed the multitude. But these saints really malkasay and messing with our Bible by making money disappear instead of making money rain like manna from heaven.
The same saints who tried to bribe the Kalinago Nurse to run election for them until she caught them in a trap like the Biblical rod that turned into a snake. Accompanied by half defrocked partisan priests, and shameless pastors peddling perfidy, Pharaoh was at his old tricks again.
These saints are so sanctified that they almost will make the nation give up on religion. No wonder our dear Brother Sukie the baker warned us that people on Dominica are not going to church as they used too. With fake Gods like Pharaoh and his Pharisees who can blame them?
But no worries. This time it was going to be the Mother of all Gospel Concerts. The high church was with him he said. The concert was going to be about Christ the King. That all his minions should gather. He forgot to say bring a red hat, a red horn blower and a red shirt. But we know that no one can get close to Pharaoh’s heaven unless they have a red shirt, a red hat, and jump around around playing the fool.
Wait! He would stop his lavish campaigning (for a few seconds) to steal another election. The Extraganza led by Donnie McClurkin from the USA would be just a nice service of Christian affection. Yes! A nice time of Christian Thanksgiving but Dominicans would be the turkeys. What a shame that Pharaoh and his Pharisees have sacrificed our country and people and set upon us the pestilential plague of passport peddlers.
But whose money was Pharaoh using? Pharaoh was using the nation’s stolen millions, billions in passport money he had accumulated in a large war chest. According to his ambassador Zandoli who successfully sued by claiming he feared ” his money” was hidden in off-shore bank accounts and would disappear, so had Dominica’s money disappeared. Offshore for sure! Pharaoh would pay it all with that stolen blood money.
The stage is set then for another majestic majee. Another lie. Another Koshionee. Another makakwee. Pharaoh’s wife, in all her glitzy trappings can be sure to blow a ram’s horn and grimace.
Pharaoh may even make an appearance with his red shirt with the head of a ram goat on it. Ram it down their throats Pharaoh. Ram down the throats of suffering Dominican civil servants the 0 percent increase in salary while you grow fat at the trough.
Ram down the throats of the police the 0 percent that you promise them. And after you rammed that 0 percent down their throats send them out to beat, brutalize and kill their own people.
Pharaoh you don’t know the Bible. You don’t read the Bible. Because if you truly read the Bible you would know that God is not mocked.
Pharaoh come hell or high water, you will let my people go!
