Pensive Moods: You can't tell me nothing.....

Do you know those people whose confidence far surpasses their competence?

Yeah, those delusional bundles of joy.

As irksome as they may be in their insanity, I still believe there is even a morsel of wisdom to be gleaned from their condition.

Very often we second guess our abilities, or don't speak up for fear of being ridiculed for being wrong.

The real problem with reticence is that in the absence of an irrefutably solid contribution, bullshit assumes a prominent position.

This is especially true in the Jamaican political culture where the dregs of our society have somehow found themselves into the most prominent of positions in public life.

We know who they are.

We watched the seed of political power germinate in their puerile brains on UWI campus and said nothing. We watched them lick ass and climb the social ladder until they were appointed Senator or shuffled into Parliament with a no-brainer electoral constituency.

We watched them shuck and jive and razzle dazzle our largely selectively ignorant population into believing they were men and women of substance, integrity, and intellectual grit who were poised to transform this nation, with all its flaws and untapped potential, into the pearl of the Caribbean that it once was; alas that was never on their agenda.

Most are simply self-interested nincompoops trolling along seeking the next opportunity for wealth and popularity.

One of my favourite quotes of all time comes from Bertrand Russell and he says :

"The whole problem with the world is that fools and fanatics are always so certain of themselves, but wiser people so full of doubts."

This has been my mantra for years now but I am yet to live the words and use them as an impetus to step up and stop this cycle of regenerated stupidity.

I wonder what I am waiting for.

And this does not necessarily mean stepping into representational politics as I really do not believe I am of that ilk, but it means marketing myself as a public intellectual (LOL) and making my voice be heard so that as the jackasses learn to bray with a learned lilt I can proffer sensible arguments to counter their regurgitated rot that has been passed down from the other asses in the herd.

I foresee a time in the not so distant future where the invisible hand will arrange for me to have a public throwdown with one of my politician frenemies on an issue of national importance, hopefully human rights.

I'll be forced to restrain myself from dipping up under my frock for all the dirty, nasty, iniquitous sexual acts we engaged in (together) on one of UWIs esteemed halls of residence while he does his best to glibly rubbish my liberal stance.

He'll be reaching for red herrings, I'll be reaching for my crotch knowing the instinctive discomfort this will cause him as his member begins to grow in response.

That, I feel will be my baptism under fire into the Jamaican political landscape.

Is Jamaica ready for a public figure that is fully at peace with his/her sexual minority status, and even celebrates it?

Guess we'll have to wait and see. But after all this all I keep hearing in my head is Mahatma Ghandi's immortal quote:

"We must become the change we want to see".