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In St. Vincent, The B**ch Is Bad!

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I have been closely following a bizarre case in St. Vincent and The Grenadines where a young aspiring/former model was accused of calling a government minister’s wife the B word. ‘So what?’ I can hear you say. Well it turns out that on this small island, you don’t use the B word without dire consequences. Especially, not if the B is the wife of the Prime Minister’s son. Unless maybe…NEVERMIND, wait for the rest of the story.

The model, Yugge Farrel, who was a favorite a couple years ago on The Caribbean Next Top Model, was brought to court on the charges of calling the minister’s wife a B**ch and again, you go, ‘WHAT?!’ But you see, I can’t make this crap up. I am not sure what was the purpose of the case unless it was because…HOLD YOUR HORSES AND KEEP READING.

Yugge barely has two cents to rub together so she was represented pro bono. Yes, I know. If she had no money, what were they hoping to get out of her by having a court case? What a waste of taxpayers money! In court, her lawyer tried to get the case thrown out to avoid embarrassing everyone involved and giving bloggers like me fodder for writing. But alas, it was not to be. The prosecutor then, wait for it, I never saw this coming. The lawyer for the plaintiff asked that the accused be thrown in a mental institution for two weeks! People in the advanced world, I wish I was joshing you. The prosecutor requested the accused thrown in jail! That’s where the magistrate should have laughed and said, ‘Good one buddy, I hereby toss this case out and charge you for wasting my time and taxpayers’ time.” And this blog would not have been born. But he did not. The magistrate agreed with the lawyer that the totally sane but now confused looking woman should be sent to the mental home. Her lawyer put up feeble objections but they were not enough and off to the ‘red roof’ went Yugge, flashing hand signs as she left. Everyone was left scratching their heads, just like you are now. Questions were asked but not answered. How could someone be sent to a mental institution without proper assessment? How could someone be even arrested for calling someone a b**tch then thrown in the madhouse? (As it is called in St. Vincent). Living on the island, I was called worse by genuinely crazed people and even accosted. It was normal. An everyday occurrence. But you see, I am not the son of a Prime Minister.

Quoted from the media:

“Her lawyer made an application for bail and then, prosecutor, Police Constable Corlene Samuel, objected, and made an application for the accused woman to be sent for two weeks of psychiatric evaluation.

Pompey granted the prosecution’s request although the Crown presented to the court no arguments in support of its application and amidst strong protest by the defence counsel”.

(Note: In St. Vincent, it’s normal for a Police Constable to also moonlight as a prosecutor).

As soon as Yugge was safely locked away in her new home, she went to work. Oh man, did she ever! She posted videos on the internet alleging that she had an affair with the b**ch’s husband and some other high ranking ministers. She spilled her guts. She also accused them of wanting her out of the way. Wait, can an institutionalized person have access to post videos? Don’t answer that, it’s St. Vincent. If you could arrest someone for saying the B word and put them away as a crazy person without evaluation, then a cell in a cell is normal, I would say.

Yugge’s bombshell was a shocker. People started to piece things together and come to their own conclusions. The Prime Minister’s son was told by Daddy to maintain silence but his father went on the media and spoke on behalf on his son. I didn’t listen to it as I was busy piecing things together myself. At least time flies and 2 weeks will go by quickly so the poor girl would soon be released at the next hearing. That’s what I thought. That’s what everyone thought. We were wrong.

You don’t mess with a Prime Minister’s family and hope to walk free after spending a mere 2 weeks in the madhouse. Yugge was soon to learn that and so were we. At the trial, held on Monday, January 22nd, she was brought before the court to determine er…um…ok, I am sorry but I have no idea what the heck they were determining. The accused looked frail and a shell of her former self. (As a kid growing up on the island, it was said that once you go into the ‘crazy house’ you come out crazy. I had friends who went in and came out like ghosts). Her transformation was painful to watch. If the idea was to make her seem crazy, it worked.

Yugge after her first trial

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Yugge 2 weeks later.

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The magistrate who made the ruling to put institutionalize her was not presiding but a newly minted senior magistrate and a good friend of mine was sitting in his stead, hearing his first case as a senior magistrate. He was presented with the case and all necessary documents related to it, minus of course the video accusations as the case was not about who did who. The senior magistrate then ruled that Yugge be sent back to the institution while he familiarize himself with what was presented. He would reconvene in a week to give his ruling. Interestingly, it was also brought up at the hearing that the accused was still not seen by a psychiatrist as there was none on the island. Huh? Maybe the constable doubling as a prosecutor doubled as a psychiatrist?

When the magistrate ruled that she be returned to the mental institution, Yugge yelled incredulously, ‘What?!’ I yelled too, ‘What?!’ As she was led away for the second time to spend a third week in the psych ward, the crowd wailed in disbelief. Many wished evil on the ones alleged to be at the helm of this supposed taking down of the young woman. Her sister in the crowd spoke to a media person and said she could confirm that Yugge indeed had relations with the PM’s son and dared them to commit her for being crazy like her sister. Sounds like a Marilyn Munroe story eh? This whole thing has more holes than a swiss cheese and more twists than the roads in St. Vincent.

So while we wait for the next turn of events, we can only pray that Yugge would come out of this with her sanity intact. Seems unlikely. Stay tuned as the saga continues.

In the meantime, you could follow it all here.

Again, this is JUST MY TAKE!


She’s In Love With The Boy, Or Is She?

While at a recent Garth Brooks concert, his wife Trisha Yearwood was singing her hit song, ‘She’s In Love With The Boy’ and as she sang, my mind wandered, as it is wont to do.  It wanders all the time, even while wandering.  It wandered this, “Pretty soon that song won’t be politically correct”.

You are probably going, “Why wouldn’t it be?  What cheap drugs are you on now?” Well think of the way our society is going.  He is she and she is he or both.  Where we once made do  with male and female washrooms for a two-gendered world, we are now adding a third for those not under this umbrella.  The ‘both’ group.  See where I am going with this?  I can’t hear you!

If you are still in a fog, let me aid your defogging.  Gender identity is slowing becoming non-existence or a non-issue. (Too bad I can’t say the same for race).  There’s no longer a clear distinction.  We are slowly dispensing of the systems that identified us as men or women.   Inclusivity is the order of the day.  (I still remember LGBTQ when it was just LG).

Saying all that, it won’t be long before someone asks the question, “Why are all these love songs about a boy and a girl?  What about the gays and lesbians?” Yes, what about them? Why are we eager to change and be more accepting yet it’s still a hidden taboo to sing about a man in a relationship with another man? Or a woman in a relationship with another woman? How come the ‘Kiss Cam’ at sports game never zoom in on an obviously lesbian or gay couple?  Is it that deep down, we really want HER to be in love with the BOY?

Just another one of MY TAKE


So Who Betrayed Who?

Early this week, I received a troubling text from the wife, “Honey, if you are on Ashley Madison better fess up now.”  I didn’t get it but I knew about the website.  My first thought was that there was probably a pop up or a spam email from the site on my computer. “Do you want me to cancel my subscription?” I jokingly replied waiting for her to explain herself.  She didn’t.  I found out later that day that the site was hacked and that users’ names were being posted online.  My wife was kidding of course, just so you know.  I never did like the name ‘Ashley’.

Now while members of this site that encouraged married users to have affairs because ‘life is short’ are crying foul, I ask myself, could they really cry foul? Do they have that right to even open their mouths in protest? I thinketh not.  They gambled and lost.  Plain and simple. Maybe the hackers are a group of angry women who are tired of going to bed alone while their husbands stay up to have an affair because life is short.  A discreet affair mind you.  Or maybe a group of men and women as women are also taking advantage of this indiscretion.

The fact that 37 million users use this service speaks volumes. I love the irony.  While they feel betrayed by a company that promised discretion but has not deliver, their partners share that very same feeling.  So who has betrayed who?

A Tale Of Two Moms

Follow the link below the read the take of a woman on same-sex marriage.  She was raised by two lesbian moms in a loving and caring environment.  Interesting and food for thought.


50 Shades Of Wrongness

What a twisted world we live in.  How could our kids understand it when their parents are just as confused? A few months ago, a popular radio personality, Jian Ghomeshi, was accused of having BDSM sex with his unwilling partners.  Women across the country called for his head as more came forward with accusations that they too were victims. Fast forward to present day, again women across the country and the world alike are again coming forward in regards to BDSM sex.  The exception? This time they are lining up to watch the movie based on the popular book, Fifty Shades Of Grey.  Is it me or is this some kinda distorted and warped sense of right and wrong?

Now I am not judging anyone on their sexual preference.  Bondage sex is not my cup of tea but if one choose to engage within the confines and privacy of their bedrooms, then it’s their prerogative.  Making it mainstream and allowing it to play in theaters? I am not so sure about that.  Some say it’s a love story, I say it’s porn but it’s just…


So You Want To Free Your Nipples?

I can tell you why but it's kinda obvious

I can tell you why but it’s kinda obvious

I understand that we are remaking and rebranding our society.  I understand that to do this, we need to make some drastic, questionable and sometimes ridiculous changes to what we once held sacred.  We need to be a more accepting society, we need to make everyone happy, change ‘Christmas’ to ‘holiday’, take bibles out of schools, yes, I totally understand.  It’s a inconvenient necessity.

Gone are the days when egotistical men armed with personal agendas opened doors for the ‘weaker sex’.  How rude of them!  Equality for all! We need a non-gender specific world where men and women are free to roam around shirtless. Yes, in fact, we need an non-gender world period! It’s time we get with the times! Let’s raise our sons to be ‘its’ let them wear pink dresses, flaunt their freedom of choices, let our daughters show their nipples. Free The Nipples!

Of course it’s a travesty.  Why shouldn’t women bare their chests to the delight of men?  If Miley Cyrus, Madonna, Rihanna, Nicki Minaj and a bunch of other highly respected celebrities are in on it, then why shouldn’t we take notice?

I am sorry but I can only maintain my sarcasm for so long.  Of course the idea is utterly ridiculous!  I am not against women fighting for some form of equality like equal pay, but sacrificing your self-respect to fight for something like showing your privates in public is definitely not the way to go.  You will get noticed for sure but not the way you want or is it the way you want?  What next? Don’t answer that.  The unification of the bathroom? I hate to break the news to you women but when it comes to gender, the sex detector has determined that you ARE indeed a woman.  Be proud of it.  Accept the difference, yes there is a difference.  Free your mind, not your nipple.  And that’s just My Take.

Gay Parade Part Deux

Yesterday, I posted a blog, here, about what I perceived was an overexposure by Paraders taking in a Gay Parades.  I had no issues with the lifestyle, (still don’t), and when I professed to be ignorant of the reason why they had to be scantily clad, I actually was.  I really did not see the connection with being gay and parading around half-naked.  To me it was like a bunch of half naked women protesting for equality and respect.

I guess my post was mistaken to be a dig on the LGBT community as one reader left the following comment:  I know! Isn’t it outrageous? The other day I was at a restaurant and these people came in and actually sat at the table beside us. I thought, “How dare they think they’re equal citizens!”
They should have lowered their heads and taken their food to go- obviously.  (I took it he was being sarcastic.  I hope he was.  If he wasn’t, then he should lower his head and keep his comments to himself-obviously).

Like I eloquently put it, I have no issue with the LGBT.  Maybe my style of writing sent mixed messages, if so, I apologize.  Sometimes my style of writing does convey some contortion in its translation.  I sincerely didn’t mean to rain on the gay parade.

Remember, it’s not unanimous, it’s just MY TAKE.


Don’t Mean To Rain On Your Gay Parade, But…

nyc-gay-pride-3Yesterday my wife and I took the boys to the Children’s Museum for my cousin’s 5th birthday party.  The museum is at the Forks and it so happened that the Winnipeg Gay Pride Parade was winding down also at the Forks.  It was quite busy with lots of rainbow colors and great music.  After the party, my wife and I decided to walk around and check it out for a bit.

Now I am not anti-gay nor am I pro-gay. Just to set the records straight. I don’t care what people do with their lives as long as it doesn’t interfere negatively with mine.  I am cool that way.  The world is big enough for everyone to exercise their rights to be what they want to be.  Heck, as I walked through the throng of happy people, proud in their gayness, I was wearing a rainbow wristband with the saying, “Show your pride everyday”.  I am also cool like that.

What I couldn’t understand though was why the paraders were so ‘out there’.  Dressed outrageously, sexplicitly and sometimes more like circus clowns than anything else.  We have parades to show our black heritage but you never see us dressed like slaves or cannibals, do you?  We also don’t  show off our manhood as proof of our ‘blackness’.  I mean, can’t you parade wearing normal clothes?  What’s with the guys I saw with most of their butts exposed?  What’s with the young girls wearing just panties and bras?  Is that what being gay is about? I am sorry, I had no idea.  Pardon my ignorance.  I thought being a gay or a lesbian person was just a sexual orientation.  But then, I also thought that these parades were just public expressions of that preference and a gesture for acceptance.  I may be wrong but can’t one be gay or a lesbian and still dress heterosexually?  You really don’t need to show examples of what the lifestyle is about.

Again, pardon my ignorance but I really don’t think anyone could be taken seriously while dressed like some of these people were.  Mind you, many were decently clothed and behaved appropriately.  I understand the issues of the LGBT community.  I am all about equal rights and acceptance but when you parade around dress like an idiot at a public place attended by young kids, I can’t accept that. I can explain the reason for the parade to my young boys but how do I explain your indecent exposure?  “Son, don’t be gay or you would look like the guy in the photo?”

Here’s my take, if you are going to dress like a freak, please don’t take offense if you get mistaken for one.  But that’s just MY TAKE.  Maybe I’m wrong here and that’s EXACTLY what this gay parade thing is all about. In which case, I am truly sorry.  Didn’t mean to rain on your gay parade.  Carry on!



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