Satiricus was not amused. Some people just couldn’t get it that with power, comes responsibility – and the more power, the more responsibility. His drinking buddy Cappo could sense his frustration so after they’d settled themselves at the Back Street Bar and ordered their brew, he asked solicitously, “Sato ole fr’en’. Ah wha a badda yuh now?”
“Look how Rodee molesting my leaders from the KFC!” Satiricus exclaimed. “You read how he said Naga Man and Rum Jhaat are sidelined?”
“Me bin a wanda which sideline dem get put pan? Buxton-Fr’endship sideline?” Cappo replied with a straight face. “An’ wha’ wraang wid sideline?”
“Cappo, don’t play de arse with me,” said Satiricus exasperatedly. “You know Rodee means they weren’t given any power by their partner the Pee an See. Just positions.”
“Me see how much powah dem gat,” Cappo said with a smile, “Suh tell me some ah de powah-fult’ing wha dem do, na Budday!!”
“Cappo you don’t understand the difference between politicians and statesmen,” said Satiricus firmly. “Naga Man and Rum Jhaat don’t like flaunt their power. They are statesmen. When they do all their powerful stuff, they don’t let anyone know.”
“Yuh right. Me na bin know dat,” conceded Cappo as he smirked. “Suh Naga Man bin ah wan Statesman las’ night?”
“What you talking about?” asked Satiricus as he signalled for another beer.
“Yuh na hear Naga seh he na know if BurntHam or army or who kill RodKnee?” said Cappo slyly.
“What?” exclaimed Satiricus who almost fell off his chair.
“An’ when Nil Kunar aks Naga if he get bassidy,” continued Cappo, “Nil call he “Hanarable” beca’se ‘e ah wan statesman, na?”
Satiricus didn’t say much for the rest of the evening.
