Thursday, November 10, 2005

Note from a Caribbean National: What de f***!

Let me get this straight. Some girl visits one of our shores, exercises indiscretion - maybe - gets herself jacked, killed, falls off a pier? Who the hell knows? And because of the poor judgement - maybe - of one tourist you threaten an entire island?
Alabama governor Bob Riley on Tuesday called for a boycott on behalf of the family of missing American teenager Natalee Holloway...

"There are no other alternatives to get Aruban authorities to take this as seriously as they should," Governor Riley said.
(Read entire BBC story HERE.)

Rant continues...

The Aruban authorities don't take this child's disappearance seriously? Oh, so you guys never had an unsolved missing person's case? Oh, so no foreign national has ever been vanished on your turf, seriously hurt or killed without satisfactory resolution? Oh, so other territories threaten sanctions/boycotts every time one of theirs is disappeared off American soil? No? Well, what in the hell is so special about this broad? That's right; I'm asking the question so many are afraid to voice. What makes Natalee so special that you'd take food out of the mouths of blameless children?

After watching this presumed crime drama unfurl for going on 6 months, all I have to say is that the people of Aruba should be given freaking medals for their extraordinary patience with the Holloway pack and their continually menacing behaviour. Its one thing to be an advocate for your missing child; but it's an entirely different matter to saunter about bandying your grief as a weapon, while hurling reckless pronouncements.

Hey, I'm on a "treat de tourist nice" island too. Don't get me wrong, we need your greenbacks bad; what with the way your government and big corporations torpedoed our banana, sugar, and garment manufacturing industries. Did I leave any out - must have - one loses track. But we're not bitter at all. Nope, not one bit; 'cause we understand that just because the elephant habitually stomps on the odd mouse or five doesn't mean the lumbering pachyderm hates mice. So we'll continue to do what we can to keep you and yours safe when you visit; but frankly you have to take some god-damned responsibility for you dumb-arsed skins too!

5 Ninjas, 1 Kitten and a Fifth of Vodka!