Cornflakes DNA

Comrades, well those of you who would bother with me..

Since we last spoke, I have made sure that I did not go anywhere near any pastures so no goat aint bite me foot. In fact, I have a security detail to ensure that no goats come near me.. and I also keep my foot safe, especially when I go near cabinet... but nobody notices me there anyways.. And I am thankful that the supreme leaders did not put me in agriculture, because it seem that goat bite the man in agriculture foot and the rumours stop about he turnin' president.

I have said to the party that while my suits are not Armani, and my house dont have jacuzzi as yet, that I am qualified to become president because I eat plain bland cornflakes for breakfast. My hair is also receding so nobody could be bothered with to see from hair what my race is.

This I think is neutral.. some people who eat provisions and bread, others eat roti and curry.. well I eat cornflakes. This is because I have the right mix up DNA to be the President.. well I am not a woman nor do I have portuguese as far as I know.. so I plan to link up with a portuguese woman to be my running candidate and then we will represent everyone in Guyana.

I do not think is necessary to go to University to be President.. all the previous Presidents have been to University and now I believe it is a time for change and to be future thinking. As you know, the school system has been producing thousands whose education and whose literacy is in at a level with our development strategy.  Future voters will look for a man like them, so that is another reason why I have indicated my interest.

I also took this difficult Minister position because I know nobody likes the po-po and that makes me popular since everybody at least knows my name even if they are cursing me, so I have no problem with other comrades going along with our Most Most Supreme Leader on his visits, we believe in a level playing field for everybody in our party to gain popularity.

I do not have interest in internet  and stuff like that, so please keep asking me from time to time as to what is happening with my proposal to be president. I am humbly awaiting my comrades decision' and I will accept it, as long as they do not ask me to stop eating cornflakes for breakfast or to change my DNA.

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