JAK, Mills And The virus
By George Sydney Abugri Feature Article | Fri, 12 Sep 2008
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JJ was up and booming on the campaign highway this week, thumbing his nose at his political foes and grumbling that the ruling party was stockpiling arms to resist a transfer of power should the party lose the December elections!
Here comes another one of the man's ridiculously preposterous and irresponsible public statements, some said in reaction to his claims.
A discreet investigation could well be conducted and the lie exposed if it is one, others suggested.
I attended an international conference on energy at the Labadi Beach Hotel during the week and saw Miss Joyce Aryee for the first time since 2003.
She was lovely as ever and looking a quarter her likely age. This is one distinguished lady of the land who will keep her figure till the last day, but sorry, that is not the story, Jomo…
I was at the conference to make a presentation on the mass media and the energy industry in West Africa and as Professor “Kwatriot” Yankah would probably have put it, “I spake and spake and spake and spake…”
This week, politically related violence came closer to the president of the Republic and one of those aspiring to succeed him than anyone could have bargained for.
President JAK and the NDC's presidential candidate, Professor J.E.A Mills met at a cultural festival in Cape Coast.
In accordance with custom, the two gentlemen were each to walk across the festival grounds right up to where the others sat, for an exchange of greetings.
Now, Mills walks over first, with his body guards in tow, see? The president's body guards effectively prevent Mills's guards from getting too close to the president.
Then it is the President's turn to perform custom and Mills Guards try to give the president's guards a taste of their own security medicine.
The president's guards promptly set upon one of Mills's guards, injuring him in a severe attack.
The national security shrugged off the affair saying the security of the president could not be compromised by the private security arrangements of presidential candidates. No way.
The NDC issued a public statement saying it would prepare to fight back next time round, punch for punch.
Some said such an open declaration amounted to an open threat to national security.
Me, I conceded to someone that a threat of violent reprisals in the event of any future confrontation of a similar nature was worrying.
I added that it all had in my view, something to do with bio-medical psychology and microbiological genetics.
I hope such medical disciplines of my own original fancy do exist, because we need the principles of such bodies of knowledge to guide us in our quest for peace.
Even the tiniest of living organisms will fight back under attack, see? That includes even bad organisms which being lethally dangerous, should at least be natural enough to agree to die without a fuss when attacked.
They do not, and that is why many medicines have been rendered totally useless by mutant, resistant strains of disease.
When we were growing up in the early 1950s, the needle of the medical injection syringe was like a spear, only slightly thinner.
The plunger was the size of a baobab tree trunk and its chamber the size of a gas tank.
The very sight of one of those syringes was enough to send a poor malaria-stricken child slumping to the floor in a dead faint as the injection room nurse approached wielding the monstrous contraption. Continued
Here comes another one of the man's ridiculously preposterous and irresponsible public statements, some said in reaction to his claims.
A discreet investigation could well be conducted and the lie exposed if it is one, others suggested.
I attended an international conference on energy at the Labadi Beach Hotel during the week and saw Miss Joyce Aryee for the first time since 2003.
She was lovely as ever and looking a quarter her likely age. This is one distinguished lady of the land who will keep her figure till the last day, but sorry, that is not the story, Jomo…
I was at the conference to make a presentation on the mass media and the energy industry in West Africa and as Professor “Kwatriot” Yankah would probably have put it, “I spake and spake and spake and spake…”
This week, politically related violence came closer to the president of the Republic and one of those aspiring to succeed him than anyone could have bargained for.
President JAK and the NDC's presidential candidate, Professor J.E.A Mills met at a cultural festival in Cape Coast.
In accordance with custom, the two gentlemen were each to walk across the festival grounds right up to where the others sat, for an exchange of greetings.
Now, Mills walks over first, with his body guards in tow, see? The president's body guards effectively prevent Mills's guards from getting too close to the president.
Then it is the President's turn to perform custom and Mills Guards try to give the president's guards a taste of their own security medicine.
The president's guards promptly set upon one of Mills's guards, injuring him in a severe attack.
The national security shrugged off the affair saying the security of the president could not be compromised by the private security arrangements of presidential candidates. No way.
The NDC issued a public statement saying it would prepare to fight back next time round, punch for punch.
Some said such an open declaration amounted to an open threat to national security.
Me, I conceded to someone that a threat of violent reprisals in the event of any future confrontation of a similar nature was worrying.
I added that it all had in my view, something to do with bio-medical psychology and microbiological genetics.
I hope such medical disciplines of my own original fancy do exist, because we need the principles of such bodies of knowledge to guide us in our quest for peace.
Even the tiniest of living organisms will fight back under attack, see? That includes even bad organisms which being lethally dangerous, should at least be natural enough to agree to die without a fuss when attacked.
They do not, and that is why many medicines have been rendered totally useless by mutant, resistant strains of disease.
When we were growing up in the early 1950s, the needle of the medical injection syringe was like a spear, only slightly thinner.
The plunger was the size of a baobab tree trunk and its chamber the size of a gas tank.
The very sight of one of those syringes was enough to send a poor malaria-stricken child slumping to the floor in a dead faint as the injection room nurse approached wielding the monstrous contraption. Continued
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