In Medieval England, towne criers were the chief means of news communication with the people of the town since many could not read or write.
The new vision and purpose of this blog is to occasionally annotate stories from allegedly reputable media outlets, in hopes of bringing some clarity to the gloss and censorship and conservative views, and also to shed light on an important piece or issue that never gets proper recognition.
This vision also foresees many, MANY posts of social commentary which are all personal opinion. I will say the things to Jamaica (and the rest of the world when necessary) that a precious few have the balls to say. It will be blunt, truthful, and undoubtedly offensive to many.
The author is a born and bred Jamaican male. In case you were wondering about some of the myths surrounding Jamaican men, allow me to enlighten you. I am not rastafarian, nor do I have locks. I have never smoked, ingested or otherwise interacted intimately with ganja. I am a pacifist. I live in a proper house, with a water heater, washing machine, diswasher, all modern conveniences and of course high speed internet. No one lives in trees. Yes, there is suburbia in Jamaica, not just the hotels or the ghetto. Jamaica is a constitutional democracy with a stable government. I do not know Bob Marley or his family. Yes, my penis is the size of a fire extinguisher.
