For
months now we’ve been searching for that very elusive Minister of National
Security Carlos Perdomo, who seemed to have vanished mysteriously early this
year. Of course, we put our best investigators on the case, but the last bit of
info we got is that some months ago, Perdomo and his driver were allegedly at
some embassy cocktail when the Minister got a little tippled. Oh hell, man, he
was wasted, they tell us. Now the usual drill is for the driver to take him
home, but guess what – the driver was apparently drunk too. Anyway, as the
story goes, Special Branch had to throw both the Minister and his driver in a
vehicle and take them to the Convention Hotel, where they rolled them into bed
for the night. Anyway, we use this story only for reference because that is the
last place Perdomo was sighted. So here’s this obscure story which just
surfaced yesterday…the driver of Minister Carlos Perdomo ran off the road this
week at some unspecified time at some unspecified place. We say unspecified
because this report never did end up in the Police sit-rep so very little
details are known. Not satisfied, we did a little digging and here’s what we
uncovered – the accident apparently happened on Tuesday night at around 10:00pm
as the vehicle was heading down from Belmopan. Tuesday was Cabinet Day, and it
has become a tradition for certain UDP ministers to drink at a certain bar. So
we figure that the Minister was with his driver on that fateful night and his
Police are just covering up the story. How’s that for investigative skills?
Anyway, while the Minister still remains at large, we’re getting closer…If Da
No Soh!
History was made
on the 24th day of August, 2009, when Belize’s Prime Minister
publicly confessed that he is nothing but a low-down, two-faced hypocrite.In the House of Representatives, Barrow
glorified the fact that he was able to take Ashcroft’s money in one hand while
stabbing him in the back with the other.
During the UDP term of 1993-1998, Dean Oliver Barrow
was dubbed the Minister of Everything and the Master of the Game,
notwithstanding the fact that he was forced to play second fiddle to then Prime
Minister Manuel Esquivel. While the gargantuan ego of the man must have
compelled him to regard those monikers as glowing accolades to his political
and intellectual prowess, they were most certainly not complimentary. In fact,
they facetiously referred to Barrow’s supremely enhanced belief in his own
abilities to the exclusion of everyone else, and also to his unshakeable
conviction that he could control every situation through the use of eloquent
phrase, dramatic gestures and smoke and mirrors – much glitter and no substance,
so to speak.
