Jamaica is a crime ridden dysfunctional and virtual failed black state, barely held together by the threadbare remnants of British Rule of Law. Being black in the developing, third and devolving worlds, often means being forced to endure various kinds of socialist experiments as each one inevitably rushes down the plug hole of despair in a virtually identical fashion. Only the body counts differ in order to protect the viciously guilty. Ah, and all so eagerly championed by affluent Western leftards from afar. VERY afar. Like Bel Air.
In 1972, Marxist scumbag, economic moron and Jamaican Prime Minister Michael Manley, said that socialism was the correct path for Jamaica. Er, riiight. Yeah, if you want your tropical island to collapse into a permanent madhouse pile of crime infested, dysfunctional and bankrupt shit. Gee, where are all the left liberal protest movements screaming to free Jamaica from the oppression of socialist hell and an avalanche of crime and corruption? Not fashionable but problematic eh? Got it. Nuance. Come on! "BushisHitler!" No? Doesn't help? "ObamaisHitler!" There ya go...Everything is fixed. Easy, eh?
Jamaica Farewell by Erving Burgess.
"Down the way where the nights are gay
And the sun shines daily on the mountain top
I took a trip on a sailing ship
And when I reached Jamaica I made a stop
But I'm sad to say, I'm on my way
Won't be back for many a day
My heart is down, my head is turning around
I had to leave a little girl in Kingston town
Sounds of laughter everywhere
And the dancing girls swaying to and fro
I must declare that my heart is there
Though I've been from Maine to Mexico
Down at the market you can hear
Ladies cry out while on their head they bear
Ackie rice and salt fish is nice
And the rum is good any time of year."
"Down the trench town they murder gays
And the scum kill daily on a garbage top
I took a trip on a failed blip
And when I retched “Jamaica!” I couldn’t stop
But I’m glad to say, I’m on my way
Won’t be back on any damn day
The house burnt down, the dead are all on the ground
You can buy a little girl in Kingston Town
Sounds of gunfire everywhere
And the starving children crying day and night
I must declare that Michael Manley’s there
Though I've been in a drain in Mexico
Down at the cesspool you can hear
Ladies cry out while for the dead they care
AK vice socialist ain’t nice
And nothing is good any time of year."
The wonderful anti-capitalist non-democracy disaster of Jamaica.
Jamaica has one murder every four hours.
Jamaican gangs documentary Pt 2 of 5.
Killer cops in the heart of darkness tribal maelstrom called Jamaica.
Now here’s a little exposed and terrifying paradigm. Jamaica is a cesspool of endemic cultural violence and the society wide hatred and murder of gay people. And as I said, this rotten insanity is supported and incited by Jamaican musicians, many in the general populace, the Police, the government and the Prime Minister! No really. Good God almighty.
Gee, I wonder if there’s any connection with the massive Jamaican crime rates in Britain and Europe? Thinks... Ted Brown was the only openly gay man in Jamaica ever[!], and he headed a much needed gay rights group. He was hideously stabbed to death by three black men. The police did nothing. In fact, the Police often assist with the oppression and homicide of gays! I kid you not.
Golly, but Jamaica is so sunny and black reggae fans are supposed to be so cool and virtually by default? Nope. Balls. 2,000 average Jamaican laughter cadets, chased three suspected gay men into a pharmacy and demanded they come out to be lynched. Er, not today. Come back Thursday when we have automatic weapons and better shoes. The cheery Police escorted the three men out... For once.
They were probably suspected of being gay because they had all their own front teeth and their socks matched, PLUS they had shoes.
Now you know why the Carribean lacks a certain subtle sense of taste and style. Or did they just go for a perverse gay-hating Gay Mardi Gras motif? Go figure.
Now unfortunately toward the end, the interviewer does tend to draw a bit of the required PC moral equivalence bow. It also looks like for all the very good intentions, Jamaica may just add some repellent Western style radical and nihilist gay groups to their mix of How to Fail Utterly: while trying everything but what works. Fabulous!
Now here’s a thing. The very talented Bob Marley loved the incompetent Socialist despot and leftard political pet Michael Manley, as per most Western pop stars with their rich idiot love of Utopian fantasies.
Bob’s motto: “I can’t buy a BMW with socialism! So I’ll just posture and spout how everyone in Jamaica needs Marxism...but me.“
But then, Bob was so addled with romantic third-world collective junk, that he thought leaving his toe untreated by the white mans sorcery, so that it becomes cancerous and kills him was er, Rasta fah I. Ya Dad was white, Bob. Which reminds me of someone...
And funny innit, how as Marley became more fashionably dreadlocked, Bob's English speaking ability changed from standard virtual first language, to an unintelligible patois murk that needed subtitles. He once said on the gapingly mediocre 60 Minutes, that “BMW stands for Bob Marley and the Wailers!” Or Bob’s Marxist Wank. Or Be More Water boarded. Or Buy My Wahini.
Hey, we're a continent here in Australia. Now if we just adopt Socialist junk as PM Krudd wrote in his absurd essay in The Monthly, [odd the menstrual connection] it'd be even better than Jamaica! Gotta be. Let's give it a go! What can we lose but everything and forever? Well, Rudd can afford to embrace the collective cos his wife has already made 25 million dollars out of capitalism.
Ah, red sales in the sunset.
Jamaican Mafia and the delightful ghettoes. “The sound I remember most is the children crying and whimpering...”