Let me say this ....
JAMAICA IS A FAILED STATE
The pundits have had their say, now lets be honest with ourselves. The population in Jamaica is suffering from Crime, Complacency and Corruption.
The term failed state is often used by political commentators and journalists to describe a state perceived as having failed at some of the basic conditions and responsibilities of a sovereign government. In order to make this definition more precise, the following attributes, proposed by the Fund for Peace, are often used to characterize a failed state:
* loss of physical control of its territory, or of the monopoly on the legitimate use of physical force therein,
* erosion of legitimate authority to make collective decisions,
* an inability to provide reasonable public services, and
* an inability to interact with other states as a full member of the international community.
Common characteristics of a failing state include a central government so weak or ineffective that it has little practical control over much of its territory; non-provision of public services; widespread corruption and criminality; refugees and involuntary movement of populations; and sharp economic decline.
The level of government control required to avoid being considered a failed state varies considerably amongst authorities. Furthermore, the declaration that a state has "failed" is generally controversial and, when made authoritatively, may carry significant geopolitical consequences.
Take a moment to read This Article From The Economist
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Friday, November 13, 2009
Thursday, November 12, 2009
Hypocritical Blogging
This came across my desk, and I thought I would share.
Some of it is not my original.
My thanks to the person who penned this piece.
Better to write for yourself and have no public,
than to write for the public and have no self.
-Cyril Connolly
The quote is the most hypocritical thing a blogger could say.
Write for yourself and have no public
This is the starving artist syndrome.
Write for the public and have no self
This is the artist wanting to be successful at any cost and defining success as fame and fortune.
Write for the public and have a self
It is possible to write for the public and deliver your weekly reports and still have a self. But only if you have something else that motivates you. It can be going home to your family or writing a blog at night.
But if your job makes it impossible to spend time with your family or to write, you're losing your self and you know that you're living a lie. Your means has become the end and your passion is dying.
Write for yourself and have a public
In a perfect world, your job is something that you would do anyway and it doesn't even feel like a job. It might take you a lifetime to find out what you really want or to gather the courage to go for it.
Just keep in mind that those who are living their dreams usually worked as long and hard as the ones aiming for fame and money. But they were reaching for something they truly wanted and continue to be disciplined and dedicated to this day.
Walk Good
Some of it is not my original.
My thanks to the person who penned this piece.
Better to write for yourself and have no public,
than to write for the public and have no self.
-Cyril Connolly
The quote is the most hypocritical thing a blogger could say.
Write for yourself and have no public
This is the starving artist syndrome.
Write for the public and have no self
This is the artist wanting to be successful at any cost and defining success as fame and fortune.
Write for the public and have a self
It is possible to write for the public and deliver your weekly reports and still have a self. But only if you have something else that motivates you. It can be going home to your family or writing a blog at night.
But if your job makes it impossible to spend time with your family or to write, you're losing your self and you know that you're living a lie. Your means has become the end and your passion is dying.
Write for yourself and have a public
In a perfect world, your job is something that you would do anyway and it doesn't even feel like a job. It might take you a lifetime to find out what you really want or to gather the courage to go for it.
Just keep in mind that those who are living their dreams usually worked as long and hard as the ones aiming for fame and money. But they were reaching for something they truly wanted and continue to be disciplined and dedicated to this day.
Walk Good
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Least We Forget

It is that time, however, there is no specific time.
It is the 11th Month, 11th Day and the 11th hour.
Hearts are heavy now, dear Lord
For WAR is looming there.
Our prayers are calling out to you,
Our thoughts too much to bear.
Be with our loved ones--THEY NEED YOU.
Guide them, lead them, see them through.
Bless our leader, for we know,
He asks Your blessings, and needs them so.
Protect the innocent, shield their lives,
As bombs and missiles streak the skies.
Open our hearts and fill us with grace,
Guard our loved ones in that place.
This I say, in earnest prayer,
THANK YOU LORD
I know YOU'RE there.
Take the time to listen.
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Labels:
Soldiers Plight Prayer,
War
Monday, November 9, 2009
You Be The Judge
Friday, November 6, 2009
Cry for me
This is going to be a short session.
Eulogy of a failed state.
"Is there a man with soul so dead, who never to himself hath said, this is my own, my native land?"
Cry! Cry! O Beloved Country
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Eulogy of a failed state.
"Is there a man with soul so dead, who never to himself hath said, this is my own, my native land?"
Cry! Cry! O Beloved Country
Walk Good
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
Hail and Farewell
My return to blogging is not a great occasion, for I have heard the sparrow sing.
I have, over many years, enjoyed the sweet music of Sonny Bradshaw. Now to be presented with this news is a low point and blogging seems mundane in comparision.
Sonny Bradshaw Passed Away
Rest In Peace Sonny
Ave atque Vale
Through many countries and over many seas
I have come, Brother, to these melancholy rites,
to show this final honour to the dead,
and speak (to what purpose?) to your silent ashes,
since now fate takes you, even you, from me.
Oh, Brother, ripped away from me so cruelly,
now at least take these last offerings, blessed
by the tradition of our parents, gifts to the dead.
Accept, by custom, what a brother’s tears drown,
and, for eternity, Brother, ‘Hail and Farewell’.
Gaius Valerius Catullus(84-54 BC)
I have, over many years, enjoyed the sweet music of Sonny Bradshaw. Now to be presented with this news is a low point and blogging seems mundane in comparision.
Sonny Bradshaw Passed Away
Rest In Peace Sonny
Ave atque Vale
Through many countries and over many seas
I have come, Brother, to these melancholy rites,
to show this final honour to the dead,
and speak (to what purpose?) to your silent ashes,
since now fate takes you, even you, from me.
Oh, Brother, ripped away from me so cruelly,
now at least take these last offerings, blessed
by the tradition of our parents, gifts to the dead.
Accept, by custom, what a brother’s tears drown,
and, for eternity, Brother, ‘Hail and Farewell’.
Gaius Valerius Catullus(84-54 BC)
Labels:
Jamaica,
Sonny Bradshaw
Friday, July 24, 2009
Delays
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