Apparently when I came out from my nap and saw Ramesh stumbling off the stage…he wasn’t giving a victory speech. It is with a heavy heart I let you know that the PNM won the election for a tenth term.
Unbelievable, I know.
Seems I, along with Kamla and Ramesh had been hitting the fire watter very hard and had no idea what was going on.
I still don’t know.
I said for you to stand tall! Well, I hope you have crutches, because it seems you people have polio.
But we shall press on.
Elections went off well yesterday. We carried Jack to vote, and he really enjoyed it, but spent way too much time in the booth, and when it came to inking his finger, he thought he was in UNC headquarters finger-painting as usual.
I’ll have you all know that I blame Ramesh for all of this and today in my last blogging hurrah, I shall show that Ramesh is not the only one with pitears.
I want you all to do like Kamla! Look in the mirror and bow your head in shame! Look at the reflection and cry! Questions who you are now! Pretend you are Gillian Lucky and ask yourself “Who am I?”
You have let the tea-cup mafia win.
Ramesh, I am not pleased….