Features — 30 April 2008 — by Smokey Joe
Well hell, the ring-a ring-a roses has started with one Minister. So let us get the lineup straight. Yes Belize, that thing called money is like a parasite, using the toilet before it is placed in the hole. Strange, but true. We have these kinds of parasites to nomo nomo, and I am talking about pure thievery, and the kindness they give cold blooded thieves who will steal the rice out of your pot and put rocks in it.
 
Belize, we have reached the point that almost every ass become lovers of money and intend to get it any way possible. Just look at this master’s lineup. Some had three perfect jobs with their brain in their ass. We are dealing with some who truly believe that they are smarter than God, so the country has become wide open to bullsh——-s who can only smell money. 
 
You get what you ask for. I will say this again. You have helped to select your own asses to rob your asses, and this is how the dice is set against your ass. Whenever I use the word “ass,” I am in an evil mood, and this mood is spreading like the money for the poor here.
 
There is no way in hell a few people can tell me that it is possible to lose forty million of free money. That is some cold blooded s—t, and any fool that lives here should be able to dig a big hole and bury his own ass. Common sense should point this out.
 
Outside of slavery we had some black fools, but not this stupid as the ten years that have passed. Every s—t is put in your hands in black and white. If you were born here and cannot see none of this money transaction, then your ass was born dumb and senile. If you can find better words, then use them.
 
You have become a disgrace to the whole world as a black person. So just look at us here as a bunch of sick ass people who refuse to even help themselves, because they are branded as inferior by the same bunch who learned the tricks from them. Teach the man the tricks – you feed their asses and they turn around and starve your ass to death. Just look at the power you have given away. Your pride is floating in your cess pool, and still you do not even know what in the hell you are looking for. It is about time that you should be able to count your blessings, but you have just placed yourselves in a s—t bucket to be carted away. As the man said, cannibals in the jungle, and that sucker lives here with all of us.
 
I can imagine to put butter on both sides of your bread must be a joy, but as I am looking at it now, the whole bulls—t is running out. If faith is the substance of things, then you must watch your own ass carefully, because the truth can always be counted, from what you have obtained from day one. 
 
The only respectable here, is the donation to the poor, who do not even know that they are being given money to make their lives a little easier. They do not know one s—t about it, and the collectors divide and share. Can any of you see this as I am seeing it? Can any of you think like Smokey Joe? Think without education. 
 
Twenty-five thousand blacks discovered with HIV/AIDS last month, and the word here to our black children is not to refrain from sex. The word is to use condoms, like some of you own a rubber factory here. As I have said, a few have come home here and died with it. One died in the middle of Church Street. Do our people get any reports from Mexico, Guatemala, Honduras, Salvador and Costa Rica about their AIDS problem? I said last week, go to their country and check on the females who work in those places. Then open up the eyes of our unforbidden sex seekers, which is the best way to go.
 
In the forties it was black children with sickle cell and VD. And this bullshit AIDS leads right back to us.
 
C.B., there is a blackout at my house, so bear with this bulls—t. I do know the reason for punishment, so I will hold this one until my mind is clear.
 
I do not know why all the insults from those I know, and those that do not even know me, but this is life. And some of you are living in too much luxury for a poor ass country. It seems like everything is nailed down to your fingertips that can be moved with an X sign. So it is easy or becomes very easy to deprive the poor of their livelihood, which is kindness from others, to put the brother concept in the position God wanted it to be.
 
So most of us continue to search for the Christianity in us, or the bulls—t in us. Who in the hell will walk in good faith, when there is so much to hide? And the substance is money, not faith. 
 
Wait until the money is hidden and any fool here can see that this is a black country.    The Englishmen did not have one thing to do with the Caribbean Sea. Those people were already masters of what they surveyed, and the white man was looking for subjects for his slave trade. The Frenchmen crated “Creoles” in Hispaniola. Check the Niña, the Pinta and the Santa Maria, and tell me how they got Creole navigators from Italy.
 
Tell me where most of us got lost. We got lost trying to play the slavemasters’ game. He became Uncle Ben, Uncle Charlie, Uncle Rufus, and stole everything that you owned. You can now put the sixty-six million in place, because the man has gotten to the point where he loves money more than God hates sin. And he can always remember that it is cheaper to starve your ass than fatten you.
 
You must love him more than he loves you, because the bulls—t is real. He is the superior and your black ass is the inferior. So we must thank Uncle Charlie for the high price flour and even the high price s—t paper. It is your game and you have played it well.
 
You borrowed money to help yourself and to hell with the poor. Just look at how fat you have become in a poor ass country. You have become the saint and every other ass the sinner. You have played this well, Uncle Charlie, but sooner than later you will be seeing some black money in your bank account. Do not worry about how it got there. Just follow the prison time and God will bless you with longevity. The standard is and was set by you, so use it wisely.
 
As we little bad boys used to say, your ass is now going to big jail, and it will be quicker for your children with your melting ass mentality. Most of you lame brain jackasses can now keep your mind set on the grave space.
 
Hell, I started three curfews here, never begged one ass for a dime. Bill Pou rented me the tent and the chairs – twenty dollars per day. Mrs. Hope cooked; Mrs. Babb cooked; Mrs. V. Pitts cooked. The children served the food, and this was the love I had for the same people who sold my ass into slavery in 1944.
 
Eight hundred of us left here, and there is not one ass can tell you how many returned dead or alive. A whole lot of you are becoming insulting by your political party, and that s—t in America or here does not even cross my brains. God never made anything bad.   

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Features — 25 April 2008 — by Smokey Joe
If you are born in this country, you must know the names of the people that made the country move, in good times and in bad times. You had the “Lybans” turn into Lightburns, masters of every thing with the lady Goddie Christie, and one girl who just passed away in her nineties. I learned that yesterday. From Craig Street to behind Holy Redeemer. Mr. Lyban was the master of what he surveyed, and all his children were boys – Herman, Bill, Alvin, Donald, Clarence. These are the Belize backbone.
 
You had the Yearwoods. As I have said, Oscar Ayuso is still on Daly Street. We had the Lyons. We had the Malics, who started the cold stick business, and every other s—t that moves. You had a Melhado who used to find people to feed. You had the Faber boys – Jim and Reggie, who were big enough to make ten police. Matter of fact, we had it all, and we lost it all.
 
Inside and outside of slavery, the word “work” was put into your brains, just as the word “food.” I left Belize in 1944 with a whole lot of educated young people. WW 2 has eaten up some of these. America has destroyed some of us.
 
It seems like all the mahogany in the world was right here in Belize. They chop the trees and they go. Not one ass said, let us make some stain for the generations to come. Hell, we gave the mahogany and the chicle away. Wrigley’s is still here, I guess.
 
Remember, it was five cents a bucket for rain water. And for sure we have given all our river water away. Because not one ass is paying for water except the people who own the river. If fair exchange is no robbery, why in the hell you are paying so much for your own river water? Have you ever stopped to think that you are living in a good country? You are lazy and poor, and yet you are blessed with wealth untold. But you do not even know where to look for it. Are you supposed to be so stupid? 
 
Poverty is just mind over matter. Hell, cassava grows here well. You can still make starch and eat your cassava. There was a time you could find fry fish, bun and bread on every street in this city. This was a place for the children to grow, to learn. Almost every family had a star in it – boxing, swimming, football, cricket, track and field. We did not have any dummies. The very cyclists came out of our streets.
 
Everything we planted grew here, and our very best foundation was from our slavery kind. You do not even hear the name Sir George Brown, or even Sir Edney Cain, who have just passed away. Horace Young, Norman Young, Jack Lind, a Henry Yearwood, a Robert Cleland who, as Sir Edney started to work at twelve years old. Along with AP. Wallen.
 
Belize, we have lost a lot without two good words. They grew here just like the mahogany and the chicle. Even my everlasting schoolmate – Sidney Middleton. Names that should be in our history book, we do not know one s—t about.
 
We continue to pester God about our gracious king who we did not even know, and Pinhead was right here with the best meat pies feeding us daily.
 
Hell, go to Gales Point and stand up in the middle of dry land in a lagoon.
 
Double Head Cabbage, Crooked Tree, and see the beauty that God has blessed us with, or just sit back and wonder where is your eight thousand square miles? Go up the road in the Stann Creek Valley and take a bucket of ice water from the hands of God, because man could not have made it so cold. 
 
We have lost a lot. Mr. Goldson – you cannot break my quion with your glassy. Rev. Goff, Sr. put singer on the kite so we all can be happy. Rev. Cadogan – razor blade on the tail, cutaway time. John Tennyson – a box kite will fly without a tail. Boyhood days tried work and done.
 
Today the country is going backward. There is no way in hell you are going to mix the poor and the middle class. Reason – the poor feed the middle class, and they have become bloodsuckers. After all, you buy from them and they sell to you, so the books are closed to you.
 
Most of you are so educated your brains are working backward. There is no way in hell you can buy everything you see and want. You are your biggest setback. You are being used by the very people that are supposed to be helping you. 
 
I have a lot to say and it will take a little more time to put it all together, and then a little health is mixed here. 
 
Parents, it is 8:00 p.m. Do you know where your children are? Children, it is 8:00 p.m. Do you know where your parents are?

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Features — 18 April 2008 — by Smokey Joe
Looking back, a mind is a terrible thing to waste. Just look at the clowns who have tried that with Mrs. Bailey. The lady is back in full force. Whenever people try to destroy you, just look back with brute force to help yourselves, or look back at Mr. Price and Mrs. Bailey for the abuse and the insults in the DFC hearing.
 
Then you look at the drug bust on Miss Westby’s house, remembering this old lady used to run the City Mission daily where people were being fed. I donated food every day to the City Mission, and made sure that people were fed. Best part of my life doing something constructive.  
 
Most of the PUP went to school with me. So I did not have any problem with the PUP. I could always get the PUP tent from Bill Pou, which I used in any of the parks, with PUP or UDP. In other words, the money was used wisely. Both parties used my money. Together, they cooked and they worked. And this is the friendship that I thought was good for the country.
 
But I was suckered right into the bulls—t. I learned the facts of life. The things that happened here could not have crossed my mind. I have learned the force of evil they produce against the poor.
 
For sure not too many of us pay any attention to Belize. The carpetbaggers get all that they need, while the so-called poor scratch for a pound of rice. Then they tell you that you are living in a good country.
 
That bulls—t goes straight to your brains and the man knows exactly where he has just put you in the bag. You are now on the poor list, and here is where you start to fall. You are now called poor living in a good country, if you choose to swallow that.
 
All that we have to do today is to look at our young people, and all of us will find our bad direction which is being forced upon us. The times have changed. The country is going backward. So what the hell are we doing?
 
This column is being written by a man who does not even know how to write. I do not need to ask any questions – born here, now here. For sure I know the way, and I tell the truth as I know. I do not need to lie. Hell, these streets belonged to me before some of these wash palms came into it.
 
For some of you with your daily insults, I can talk about your mothers and fathers. For now I am trying to control my mindset, but there is a lot more to come. While you are sitting in prison you will have a lot more to read.
 
Parents, it is 8 p.m. Do you know where your children are? Children, it is 8 p.m. Do you know where your parents are?

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Features — 15 April 2008 — by Smokey Joe
Belize, we are heading for some very hard times in this country. A bunch of us have started stealing everything that is not nailed down, and a bunch of us have started to rape our very own children. You look at the rapes, you look at the murders, and I am without common sense, but will never put my mindset in such a garbage state. Remember these words. We had them here a few years – the sins of the fathers will fall on their children. One was charged for rape. The other one died a horrible death.
 
There is no way in hell any of us can play God. It does not matter how rich we get or how poor we remain, there is not one s—t you can do with that. The stolen money is yours, so to speak, but the power belongs to God.   
 
Your social program here is a binding tie, with reality and your God. The Man had said, Suffer the little children to come unto Me, and forbid them not.   I have heard the words “jungle” and “cannibals” from a man who is living off the fat of the land. But then these were young people who had no way to turn, and my taxes are paying you to protect them. Most of our young people here do not know one s—t about jungle or cannibals. This is not Africa. My mindset was ready for this racist remark from one of those freeloaders. He thinks superior, so it is better to cut his bulls—t off. I did just that, by saying, your jungle, your cannibals you lead. Just let me say this, I was born right here in this jungle. Now if I am a cannibal, you asses have made me so.
 
Some of us with animal tendencies will fail. Some of us that steal will fail, and for sure all of us that act superior to others will have one hell of a time trying to show our Creator that we, as a people, never did one s—t about nepotism, hatred or the other evils of life.
 
Each of us has our own epitaph to write. I live on memories alone, a gift that God has given to me – long, long memory. All that most of you need to do – follow a name like Cornelius Cacho or Sir Edney Cain, and you will know exactly where I am coming from. The truth will follow you to the grave, and the lies will fade right out of sight. The truth is your past.
 
Sure this is home. If you have not lived in any other country, you must love this one.   Hell, there is so much here to love, if you can only learn the human ways. Just look at our white collar crime rate, then the raping of our young, the murders of our young, the HIV/AIDS of our young, who are so proud of something that they do not know one s—t about – the condoms. This is the way they learn. There is a whole lot of people here that I am so sorry for. 
 
The poverty and hatred in Haiti is turning out just like this one. The world’s eyes are on Belize. People, your ass is in trouble. Six months ago the Germans had a write up on your ass. Today in the world, the poorest of the poor must feed the upper class with their greed for money and material things. 
 
I came back to Belize to learn something of the country. You cannot live in America or England, and write a Belizean story. To this point of the game, I am truly missing the education that was allotted for me. But if you were too black, the education would not help you as a man, because you are “subject”, children of slaves, and your ass will be tied to the past.
 
From then to now, count your lords and your sirs, and see just how much you have gotten. Sir George Brown and Sir Edney Cain beat their brains out, and could not even get into the nepotism money that was flowing to most of the hypocrites. You have come up with a white lord who is just as crooked and evil like Satan himself.
 
There is nothing coming out of them “to put Belize on a pleasant footing as a nice place.” The country has gone to pure s—t. The freeloaders are getting what they expect. The needy are being ripped off as usual. Who are buying the most corn or flour, or even the most three-dollar chicken skin? Who profits? For sure not you.
 
Here again is where you study the man, and learn his ways. But hell, if we all study the man, we all will be nothing but thieves. He came out of Biblical times that way.
 
For you six young people – X, Charles, Russell, Nelson, Mose and Mike – if God had never made anything bad, tell me who in the hell made this animal? In most countries they are known as police. They need a new direction, and it is up to us to find one for them. So I start with the pig, the hog or whatever name he is called.
 
You look at our children every day. Some go to school; some do not. Indeed our children are having a very hard time even finding food. Belize, you have fallen flat; you have lost the love of God, for pure greed. We have lost a lot of our children by murder and no one seems to care. 
 
I am being insulted daily by a bunch of kissers who do not even know that their bulls—t clinic day is the day when they are given their own little money as handouts. Now if most of you have not learned one s—t since independence, it is now time to know exactly who the hell you are. You are branded as poor because you need people to feel sorry for your ass, but you never look at the wealth that the country has.
 
If God had never made anything bad, who in hell created the devil, and I mean the pig that we love to eat. The insults are starting to fall in line from people that do not even know me. But this is life. You are getting the truth, so accept it and learn.
 
Children, it is 8 p.m. Do you know where your parents are? Parents, it is 8 p.m. Do you know where your children are?

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Features — 11 April 2008 — by Smokey Joe
I can remember The Daily Clarion, The Beacon, and the Billboard. There is no use to mention Kremandala or the Amandala, because they will be here regardless of the bullsh——-s that come into this country. I have always wondered how Rudy Silva died, and all the creeps that have passed through this business with hatred in their heart for the man’s progress. And now Mrs. Westby.
 
I can bet your ass that I can pinpoint this, and for sure it is not Mrs. Westby. It is the owner. All that one has to do in Belize, just listen to some of the asses you have fed. Just suppose one of those guns had gone off, what kind of a bulls—t could have come out of this for an innocent lady? But then, the Creator has His own times with fools.
 
So where in the hell is the proof? Let us take this bulls—t a little further. For the information sake, and cut out all this hatred. I do not know the reason, but I do know that the bulls—t is stink and that is not helping anyone at Kremandala. 
 
Every living ass here knows who handles guns and bullets. Almost all of us now know who are thieves. There is no way in hell we can still be stupid after all the crookedness we have here already. So why in the hell Mrs. Westby or Smokey Joe or anyone else at KREM? But then, the police have their leaders, and anyone looking for power must learn to kiss asses, especially those that make themselves inferior to others. 
 
Again, there are a lot of those here who just hate for hate sake. What needs to be done here now is for the press to find out who the hell put out the search of the lady’s house. It might just be possible to bring charges against these clowns. Again, I am sorry for the lady. But God is good. This is how advantage is taken against others.  
 
“Mistakes” like these come out of evil minds. We have a lot of those here. Our death rate is now showing that. For sure there is not one s—t can be done about that. The law is the law. The head man swing his big stick, and called his shots, because he knows who the hell is in his way. To him he is the superior, because you made him that, and he will use your ass to the grave.
 
Study the man and learn his ways. The only thing that is important to him is your wealth untold. You as a person are not worth one s—t to him, because his mindset is better than yours. So you will be used and used just as the bad ass septic tank he put there for you. The man is destroying your ass daily, and you cannot even see his bulls—t, because you are his selection to rule your ass. You been had.
 
If you are looking for the silver lining here, you will never find it. The three- card monty is wild here. You are the ace; you are the king. You are the queen, and you are the jack. Just check the money that you as poor ass people have lost. You have been set up from day one. Just check your money if you have a job, or check your free gift each Wednesday and see just how much you are being ripped off.
 
Your tax dollar turned into pure s—t. You do not pay attention. The price of everything is going sky high. Then you look at those without work, and you will see exactly where the money is going. You had people begging for you because you are poor, but these are the same people who are robbing your ass, without any respect. So as a people we have lost a lot.
 
Indeed my sympathy goes out to Mrs. Westby, because I did not even think that this kind of bulls—t could happen. But then we live and we learn.
 
Parents, it is 8 p.m. Do you know where your children are? Children, it is 8 p.m. Do you know where your parents are?

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Features — 08 April 2008 — by Smokey Joe
Belize, we are full of old stories and new ones. O death, where is thy sting? O grave, where is thy victory? Most of you will be asking God these questions because for sure Mr. David Price went home in peace. With all your hot money, your sub-conscious mind will be asking God to remove your crooked ass from your daily problem. It is your day and time to remember those that you have destroyed.
 
Laugh, and the world will laugh with you. Weep, and you will weep alone. For sure, it is your time to weep. Each time you look behind you, you will see Mr. Price whom you have destroyed by lies or for a crooked dollar. Your cross will become very heavy. You stole; you have lied; and you have destroyed. 
 
The honorable Mr. Price did not depart from us with any kind words. You low-life gut masters called the man everything but a child of God, because his knowledge was to expose your asses for what you truly are. Just look back a few months ago, and you would have found Mr. Price a man among liars and thieves.   
 
Even in death, most of you will have a hard time finding peace, because money to most of you is the power to rule the poor. Go back to Biblical times and find out who was Simon of Cyrene. The lesson is right there, and Mr. Price did not buy into bulls—t. So the electric tongues had to destroy him to save face.
 
But who in the hell will they save tomorrow?   Most of you are now trying to crawl out of the cesspool. Most of your principles and your pride are shot by big time thievery, and big time prison sentences are required.
 
My dear Mrs. Westby, you have inherited your grandmother’s principles, and that was feeding people. Not too many people here now remember the City Mission. Your grandmother ran that for seven days per week, on Daly and Craig Streets. There is no s—t like drugs and guns at the Amandala. Food, free food, is the problem, and this is the connection they need. So they depend on the gorilla way of making connection, which is more than bulls—t. As it is now, Mrs. Westby, every ass here is afraid for their jobs. The police are not immune from this. Mrs. Westby is the closest thing to Kremandala.
 
The law have the drugs and the guns, so put a little pressure on the food vendor and this will bring a little hatred to KREM. Most of you are not looking at the problem these asses have. Go back to Mr. Price on his first commission and you will see exactly how cruel nepotism is. The problem is not Mrs. Westby: the problem is you, KREM, standing too tall.
 
We have learned a lot about the people we have put foremost to watch and protect our dollars, earned or given as charity. For sure if Mrs. Westby was given some of those dollars, there would have been a lot less hungry people in our streets today.
 
Just look at our honorable today. Where in the hell is the respect? Can any of these clowns wear Mrs. Westby’s shoes today? Hell no. The lady is a tradition. So as the old people used to say, if you want your monkey to talk, put his ass in the cage with your parrot and you will get fresh news daily.
 
This one should be sweet to every ass here. Mrs. Westby, who feeds some of the poor in Belize, is now the queen of guns and drugs. Over ten years you cannot tell which whorehouse in Melchor produces the most HIV/AIDS to Belize, and who the hell gets it, and go elsewhere for cure. So now Mrs. Westby is the bait. 
 
You do not even have to know that s—t stinks. You can smell it here, but then, people, this is how hatred works. If you are a lover of Partridge Street, your ass is in trouble, and for sure this is what is now happening to Mrs. Westby and a whole lot of people here at Kremandala..
 
Most people think that we back here know everything about Colombia. Some of us pretend to know. Yes, we know about the drugs and the guns, but most of us do not know the location – north, south, east or west of Belize. Matter of fact, most of us cannot even spell the name of the place, but all things being equal, the bright scholars gave the whole cake to Mrs. Westby. And any fool on Partridge Street at this press should be able to turn this around and give it to one who used to deal. 
 
The users and the dealers are now in big time getting ready for a prison time. One of the most factor here, our police must take orders. And when the orders are given, we must learn from whom and why.
 
Hell, I have people insult me and curse me every day, and do not even know me. But then again, insults do not hurt me, because I choose the life that I want to live. At my age now I am doing exactly what I want to do. Most of my old friends are now dead. So I will wait my time, because that is the power of God. We only live until we die. I am disturbed by Mrs. Westby’s attack. What the hell is next?
 
Parents, it is 8 p.m. Do you know where your children are? Children, it is 8 p.m. Do you know where your parents are?

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Features — 03 April 2008 — by Smokey Joe
The “Ayes have it” is a bulls—t that should be changed because that “I” was coming from the same nepotism family. They have shown you they do not give one s—t about poor black people. Just look at the money these suckers are banking, while those in the “good country” cannot find work or food for their young. 
 
This poverty bulls—t is set up so strong that even the educated cannot believe it, and the uneducated are in a limbo, by their weak-minded selves. Their brains are washed and dried.
 
We can learn a lot by just paying attention. Listen to Mr. Price’s tape. He mentions himself, Mr. Musa and Mr. Fonseca, but not one thing about Mr. Cornelius Cacho and the World Bank.
 
The most important factor in this life is the truth. You cannot hide behind it. Simple facts – while the fifth columnist was living in luxury here, selling petrol to Hitler, we had police here from Barbados and Jamaica. The battle of Saint George’s Caye was history, but selling petrol to Hitler was an act of love. Looking back, two of those subs could have destroyed the whole of British Honduras.
 
We did not see s—t then, and we are not seeing it now. This is the same free Mexican petrol that used to light our streets from six p.m. to six a.m. This is a fact that this one can put in his bank as our brothers’ keepers, because the Mexicans were that. If you look back very clearly, the sale of petrol did not even make the history book.
 
For all of you young people today, rice three cents a pound, flour and beans, brown sugar were one cent. Yes, we came a long way, to show ourselves as liars and thieves. And now the whole world knows us for exactly what the hell we are – crooked without mercy.
 
All the poverty people here have been put to shame, with stealing, rape, murder. The whole world is now looking at us like a country full of mental cases. There were times we would get two murders out of the bushes per year. Today we are civilized and educated, and we are getting four and five per day. There is no cause to wonder why. The professional thieves are directing the traffic. The educational like-wise, and give the poorest of the poor a few dollars to be quiet about their own tax monies.
 
The first master made his plans loveable to all that he will lead, and so the necktie thieves take over. This is where we are today, scandals from all directions but only the poor get the prison time, who cannot even buy flour to make the bread that their granny used to do to make a living.
 
Study the man. Put this together from this fool, and you get your story, if it is the truth you want. You must start from the top, because the bottom is just hearsay. The top is facts.
 
We have been going backward since the War Manpower days. If you were black you were it, and you are still it. Go back to your first PM. Find the glory or the dislikes. Your ass is still drifting in a leaky dory. Nothing changes but faces, and crooked ass money.
 
Tell me where in the hell the “honorable” came from. You are rolling out the crooked ass sewer system, just like what you put into it. Your respect, your pride are being flushed with our water. You may be called “Lord,” but you did not bring one drop of water here to flush one shit.
 
Water was two cents a bucket before you dam the system, and for sure you are getting that free with slave labour. Put your money where you put your tongue. 
 
In your stupidity, your ambition is to fool God and the world with your honorable s—t.
Thanks to you rakers and scrapers even the Ombudsman had branded us a few months ago as cannibals in the jungle. 
 
As it is now in this poor ass begging country, we are all thieves until the helpful monies get to the rightful people it was supposed to help. Belizeans, you have ploughed the field without your principles or your pride. You have become a complete ass to the world, because of greed and love for money.
 
I can remember in the earlier years, changing a Cacho for a Fonseca. That was first class racism. But hell, this one was a straight line and now we know how the game is playing – Able Baker follow Charlie, and Charlie is black, so his ass follows me. This is truly out of sight. You do not jump in deep water if you cannot swim.
 
Who can remember Captain Foot robbery, or Moses Quinto, or who went to prison?
 
Who in the hell can remember the Hydes Lane fire? It is highly impossible for every ass here to walk by faith. Smokey Joe is just a plain ass to most of you, but most of you do not even know that this structure is set up against you. Just follow the money and see just how far you can go. Go back to the six or seven fishermen who did not even get their line in the sea.
 
Belize, we are in trouble. We are going right into the sewer system that no one talks about. Not one ass talks about the hungry or homeless. You are living in a good country and you do not even know where the bulls—t is coming from, or where the hell the money is going.
 
Follow the money because what you are getting can only buy peanuts. And that is all for you. Yes, you can always buy your condoms and forget that your ass is hungry. If your brains are so good, how in hell so many of you are infested with the HIV/AIDS? To me you are running your mouths like a dog in heat. All that you know is the name.  
 
You do not even know if the s—t leaks or not. Matter of fact, all the disease out there belongs to you, and your business is yours. One thing for sure, the fix is already in for you. Just make sure that you do not die in the street. Your life is yours.
 
Parents, it is 8 p.m. Do you know where your children are? Children, it is 8 p.m. Do you know where your parents are?

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Features — 01 April 2008 — by Smokey Joe
The key to happiness is to feeding, and not starving their asses or depriving them from a livelihood. Everybody is entitled to a livelihood, so why all of this stealing and neglect of poor people that cannot even help themselves.
 
We must wonder how many shares went out in this sixty odd millions. Indeed money talks and bulls—t walks. A thief is always looking out for a handout. Just look how quickly we have forgotten our little track queen, Marion Jones.
 
Some people are born users and suckers. We as black people do not make one s—t, but we use every s—t that is made. Just look at Viagra and condoms: we are buying them, and hell we are still dying like ants. Twenty- four thousand blacks in Africa in one month.   How in the hell could this be digestible? Could this mean that somewhere down the line, someone somewhere is selling contaminated syringes? This is my mindset, because this has happened before. Matter of fact, that had happened right at Church Street and Water Lane.
 
Could it be that some of this illness is coming from across the border? A few years ago, right down the street from our border, there were about twenty whorehouses on one street. This could be why our numbers are so high. We advertise, and they do not.  
 
Tell me what in the hell a twelve-year-old will do with a baby. This is the bulls—t we are getting today, and your so-called leaders love this, because they can parlay the money, give you fifty dollars and keep ten thousand for self. Pay attention to their accumulation or, as Malcolm X has said, study the man and learn his ways.
 
If you do not, you at twelve with a baby will live in misery, because that will be all you will ever learn. Your Wednesday clinic is not out of love or caring. This is an outlet for them and theirs. 
 
Just look around you and see who is sucking up all the ideals. It is made special for you. Just look at the price of a half-gallon of ice cream. The poorest of the poor is getting ripped off from all directions.
 
The important factor here is poverty and the truth in this bulls—t. Angry is not the word for me. Sadness and pity are. When I look at people looking for food in the trash can at the old Fire Station, or those behind the Court House, I am sure that none of you high rolling thieves see any of this from your comfort zone, or even in your spare time, banking the hot ass money. Most of you need to be checked from birth to now, and for sure the world will know all of you for exactly what you are.
 
We talk about respect and honour. It is not here for sure. Most of these people here assume that they are superior to us, because most of the ass kissers give them that privilege. Yes, you gave them the privilege to use your ass as they see fit. You are the power – the government, and they own you and everything in the country. You made this possible.
 
So you are treated like fools to them. But at least some of you have learned the facts of life, and are beginning to learn the facts of life. Most of you have become the breadwinners for a host of parasites. 
 
They gain and you fail. You have put these clowns on top of the pile, and they robbed your ass and left you behind naked and hungry.
 
The truth is a gift from God. Like it or hate it, that is your problem. The breath in your body was put there by God, and for sure He puts you to sleep and wakes you up. Your crooked ass money and your material things are just for a while. The very poor people that you clowns have destroyed, will judge your asses. Most of you will go to prison, and return to society on the poor ass list, and then you will understand the facts of life.
 
A few years ago some Canadians passed through here with a bulls—t about a deep sea oil scam. This was the talk for about two weeks. Then we know that a few of our people have gotten scammed by one of our own. Then the two ladies came, turning up the wealth untold to their own good. Most of us do not even know the cash value of the oil, how much money is coming into the country. Just about three people know this. So this is a secret, just like the poor gifts.
 
We had our lamppost light at six every evening for free. We had fire hearth and coal pot. The sun gave us hot water for our bath, and you could buy ten cent ice. We have run into some people who love money more than God hates sin. And we love material things, so we are going by the thieves’ principles. Like most of the stores: you should shop one day per week for only the things you need.
 
BEL is very simple. All that is needed here is to remove the socket from your house, a natural boycott and they are up s—t creek. Hell, Mexico was helping us when we were subjects.
 
The man said that you are living in a poor good ass country. I remember a man who was the manager of the Royal Bank. I think his name was Beatty. For the subjects who used to try to have a savings, he would send them to the back door in Central Park. This was the only bank in the country, a black country at that, with a white racist. And the word “racist” came from my friend Vernet Trumbach, who used to work there.
 
When you read about your brothers’ keepers, we had a lot of those here. The country was full of kindness. One murder coming out the bushes yearly. Today there is one every day, with raping of our children and women, even our young boys. Not one ass pays attention to this, because the money is floating around by those who can grab it, to keep the poor in their poverty. My sweet Belize has gone to pure s—t. Even after the nine p.m. parade, this is the slap pan days, my boy Charles.
 
Two months ago the Canadians were talking about jobs for Belizeans without criminal records. Today the British are talking about putting them in their armed forces. These leave me to wonder who are they talking about? Good idea, if they are talking about those that cannot obtain gainful employment. From 1944 to now, this is some strange s—t. Most of the British troops are leaving the war zone. Will ours replace them?
 
The U.S. death rate is very high. Also, will the Belizeans still go under “subjects” as those in the forties? The stakes are much higher now. The “subjects” have been changed to independence. We are now people that are fighting for our lives and our respect. That was denied us in the forties.
 
The juice is no longer on us, and I am using facts here. Why so long for the subjects who have suffered so long from the pain and poverty? Let us all hope that this is a good sign for the country on a whole. 
 
Mr. Mose Hyde, you hit the Wall Street right on the head, but you missed the independence movement by a mile. They created homos and lesbians and rapists. We have gone here from Africans to Creoles. Now you can understand my old saying – money talks and bulls—t walks.  
 
This is the fifteen percent – what is needed here is a nationwide boycott against every business in the country. They need your money to survive. Yes Moses, you and I will always listen, because bulls—t is not our game. We can become destructive with a smile.
 
We lost football, cycling and, most of all, our pride has been shot to pure s—t. Look at your leaders. Look at all they have gained in a poor ass country. There is no way in hell you need respect for a bunch of thieves in a nepotism country where they believe that they are God and the country is theirs.
 
Our Creator has put everything here for us, and we are so dumb we cannot find one s—t. So who in the hell can we blame, but ourselves for this poverty bullshit? We are walking without faith or sight. You are lost in your own black country. Indeed the whole world has come to know us as thieves.
 
Parents, it is 8 p.m. Do you know where your children are? Children, it is 8 p.m. Do you know where your parents are? 

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Features — 28 March 2008 — by Smokey Joe
There is a season for everything under God’s sun; the important factor here, there is a time to get and a time to give. Let us just look at the planning for twenty million turned into forty million. The power and the glory in Biblical times, people steal from the rich to feed the poor, but now you are looking at the word of the day, by pure bullsh——s, which is called self-preservation.
 
Hell, just consider, the Jamaican dollar is eight to one USD. By robbing the poor here, you have created some rich asses in some other poor ass country. Yes, you are living in a good poor ass country, but you were born in it. So the love for it must be here, but all that your little money does here is fatten frogs for snakes.
 
Just try to work with forty million dollars. In any place where there is more than two to one, riches is the pass word you will use between heaven and hell. Forty million dollars worth of crime are showing on this black country, because the whole world knows us as subjects of Great Britain, and for sure the only Lord we have here will never be considered as one of us, because he owns the bank. That needs a complete black boycott.
 
In the twenties, thirties and as late as 1942, the Mexican oil was two cents per gallon. Indeed times have changed, but so are the asses who have come since. Hell, the doors of evil opened up.
 
In Biblical times when people asked for alms for the poor, it was a dollar or bread. Today you get twenty million. How sweet that is. Or should I ask, who in the hell creates this kind of loophole for poor blacks?  This must be the very first black country to get twenty million, and swindled out of it the same day.
 
Yes Belize, you do belong in history, but we need a little more scandal to wake up all the people of this land. Mr. Espat, you and Mr. Hyde should have seen this bulls—t two or three years ago. Both of you are stuck with a bunch of racist minds. Just get a very good look at the people around you. Listen to them and how they act around black people. After all, this is a black country, and only God can change that.
 
Go right to Haiti and tell them that they are living in a good country, and they will stone your crooked ass to death. Hell, it is a good country for you and yours, country of wealth untold, where only about ten percent can find three meals per day.
 
As I have said almost every day, anyone who lived here under the Crown, would have seen the biggest prison and crazy house, population then forty seven thousand. Today three hundred thousand plus, but not one white collar prison. You need one.
 
If you cannot see this now, then your eyes are stuck in your back side. But then, the word ass sounds better to me. For sure there is no way in hell I am trying to be nice, because there is nothing here to be nice about. I was sold from here to America in 1944 in the second slave movement. I had respect for a whole lot of people here, but most of that is gone now. These are supposed to be highly respectable people. You have those that will steal from the rich to help the poor, but hell, these suckers here steal from the poorest of the poor to help themselves. And this bulls—t is now world wide.
 
So tell this fool who in the hell you can trust here. In earlier days, the older people had a saying which was very helpful to all the bad ass street boys, of which I was one. Just put this together. Whatever is good for the goose, must be good for the gander. For some of you that do not understand this, parents, you are the goose; children, you are the ganders, but look what the devil has brought you – stealing, rape, murder, lesbians, homosexuals, and master thieves who can move sweetness out of sugar by just looking at it.
 
This is the kind of power these asses brought to the poorest of the poor. Just look at yourselves, people, you are being used. Your untold wealth is being used, and you cannot even see it. Alms for the poor have come right back to us out of the Holy Book. Belize, we have lost it all – self respect, principles, shame, honesty, pride, loyalty, kindness, you add the rest in your crooked ass minds. The few of you who know what the hell I am talking about, as Joe Louis said to Billy Conn in the boxing match, you can run but you cannot hide.
 
Follow these words: the sins of the father will fall on the third and fourth generations. Just carry your brains back a few years and you will get my point here. Your power and your money will turn into pure feces, and that is s—t. Most of you have bitten the hands that have fed your asses. 
 
Think deeply. Hell, you have parasites all over the world who take advantage of poor people, and in reality here in this country, any poor ass can see the damage these people have done to the masses of the poor. Not one ass here knows the amount of money that was given to help the helpless. Not one ass here knows how long they have been begging to help us. For most of you highly educated people here, the amount might be too strong for your weak brains. You are talking about one amount, and are forgetting that the US money is two to one here, and can be six to one elsewhere. For sure the scam has worked to a tee, and you have become the thing that the elephant left on the showgrounds. You have been caught, but later for their asses.
 
A whole lot of people here do not know the value of forty million dollars. A whole lot more, that was never reported, could have been donated to the poor of Belize. So who the hell knows what evil lurks in the hearts of men here? We have just been educated with gifts to the poor here.
 
So we know that outsiders do care. This is why the man says that you are living in a good country. The money goes to his family and friends, and the poor, for whom it is sent to help, go deeper in their poverty while boss rat gets higher in the society. Deep in his sub-conscious mind, he begins to think that the country and everything in it is his. So the scheming sucker, friends and family, start moving with great care the wealth and the gifts to the poor in their circle. The thievery and the lies become their foundation.
 
If you are old enough, go back to World War II. Start with these names – Adolf Hitler, Winston Churchill, De Gaulle, Nixon, and come right into today. You will find money and material things, and some who are just hungry for power who must be lord of lords.
 
The world is designed by bullsh——s. Just look at these educated lame brains you have right here. Most of them were created by people with distinction like Sir Edney Cain, Raymond and Norman Young, Jack Lind, Charles Hyde, Sr., Telford Vernon, Anthony Waight, Percy Hyde, Cornelius Cacho, Percy Ewing, Horace Young, Stephen Heusner, B.Q. Pitts as a boy with Sir Edney, Donald Flowers. These are some of the people that I know and they know the meaning of the words, “Thou shall not steal.” 
 
The fact of this life, I know who I am, and I know Belize City. For sure I can always pinpoint a bulls——r whenever they open their mouth, and there are four out of every ten here. So what the hell do you expect? Money talks and bulls—t walks.
 
Just look at the amount of people these money hustlers have destroyed. The aliens that they let come into the country, can always go back home. Ours do not have anywhere to go, but sit here and punish in a place where the leaders tell them that they are living in a good country. Because they, family and friends, know where the money is.
 
If you can put all this s—t together, it is sickening, because these are people you should trust. Every poor ass here should be in shock, because the people who are supposed to protect your poor asses, are the very people robbing your asses. They steal to get rich. The poor steal to survive.
 
I do hope that the Lord reads this. Your bad day is at hand, and money will be of no use to you, only the soul. 
 
Children, it is 8 p.m.  Do you know where your parents are? Parents, it is 8 p.m. Do you know where your children are?

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Features — 18 March 2008 — by Smokey Joe
For those of you that do not know, this city’s name was Belize, in British Honduras, Central America. You were not called English people: you were called British “subjects,” and I am sure to this day not one ass ever questions that. 
 
Most of our educated souls do not know why “subjects.” All of us should know by now, that we came here as African slaves. And if there is such a thing as history, we are it.   Not even death can change that.
 
We hear every day, twenty thousand Africans are dying from HIV/AIDS but not one count on whites or others. Even the blacks in the Caribbean and Central America, outnumber those around us with this HIV/AIDS bulls—t. Where in the hell is it coming from, that it affects eighty percent of black people, and twenty percent of the others? We have led the world with all kinds of diseases. Name it and we have it, because it was given to us. I am not educated but I read. 
 
Those of you that are insulting me daily should remember these words – the rich and the poor meet together; the Lord is the maker of them both. He had swallowed down riches, and he shall vomit them up again. The nobles held their peace, and their tongues cleaved to the roof of their mouths. A fool’s mouth is his destruction and his lips are the snare of their soul.
 
Yes, Smokey Joe is very insulting. But his mind power comes from his Creator, and, like clean money, you can take that to the bank. God does everything in His own time, and for sure you have run into Pandora’s Box here. It is now open, and most of you are surprised by its dropping.
 
We live, we learn. Excellent speech becometh not a fool, much less do lying lips a prince. Who in the hell do the laws here work for? The rapes have gone from our undressed sluts, to our infants. With all the rapes, there is not one case of castration yet, and this includes the sodomites and lesbians.
 
This country has become full of all kinds of garbage, and hell, you young mothers are just as bad. You walk around all day, all night half naked, and do the same s—t to your young.
 
A ten-year-old can buy condoms and Viagra at the same store. We are infested with thieves, money and material lovers. We have gone from sugar to pure s—t. There is no way in hell you can tell a hungry man not to steal. We all talk about capital punishment. Well, tell me what the hell happens to a twelve-year-old when raped. Talk to a die-hard prostitute at thirty, and you get the answer. You have destroyed a life. Count the mentally ill here and you get an answer. For God’s sake, just look at the amount of murders since 2007. There are no white people here to hang. They come, do their crimes and leave. Those that stay, get richer than sin. Count them. Yes, I said, count them.
 
A few years ago five of our little girls were butchered by a master. We must wonder if that bastard is still here. The other one lost his wallet, but still wanted the little girl to sit in his lap. These are the kinds of garbage we get here, with no defence or protection at all.
 
Come hell or high water, you yourselves have created those bullsh——-s that have carried the country and its people into disgrace. US twenty million missing and our poverty condition is a burning fact. But it could be a lot more. Who the hell knows? Money here seems to be the easiest thing to move around.  
 
Little Mark Espat has put his godly heart out to Belize and its people. Well done, Mark. You have nothing to hide, my boy. US twenty million dollars gift could have done a hell of a lot for the poor of this country. But put free money in the hands of people who love it more than God hates sin, and you have a problem.
 
If you are old enough, you must can remember the USA Watergate trail. There were educated thieves. Same bulls—t here now. Whenever your mind set becomes superior to others, your ass is in trouble. Belize is like Haiti – greed for money and material things has put your asses in deep poverty.
 
Go back to Germany in World War Two, Cuba in World War Two, Panama in World War Two – Hitler, Noriega, Bautista and these we have here. They love money more than God hates sin. They have learned to steal sweetness out of sugar.
 
So what in the hell do you expect? The shame is on all of you supposed to be highly educated asses here. Most of you have gone into the lowest form of life – sodomizers, lesbianism, rape of our children, and murder. You have created your own capital punishment, by producing cold-blooded thieves. You have become sicker now than when we had the canals. Today we have more filth in our streets.
 
A whole lot of people here do not like the truth, because it affects their brains, so most of us lie to make them look good. Hell, I am not doing this for people to feel good, because my insults and bad manners are being done on purpose. That is my mindset, and truthfully I can care less, because I have been called everything but the child of God.
 
They say the sins of the fathers fall on the third and fourth generations. So for those of you who are planning to run from your past, there is nowhere to run. You have fixed that by pure greed. So give your Creator thanks for your demise. You had gotten the word – feed My lamb; feed My sheep. There is not one s—t written about the goat. If all goes well, we will surely have some Noriega and a Papa Doc, Jr., who is now begging his country people for mercy. And so the world turns.
 
As for me, I was sold to the Americans as a slave in 1944. For sure that lives in my brains. Outside of education, I have learned to study the man and learn his ways. The most important factor for him is to act like he likes you, but he hates your ass enough to starve you and your family to death. Most of you are seeing this bulls—t in the wide open now.    
 
You live; you learn. There were two things that most of us learned when we left here in 1944 – gainful employment and U.S. post office to get that money order to Belize every pay day. Not one ass has ever asked about the insults and the hatred that we have experienced in those post offices in the southern USA. Most of the people in my time are now dead. God has blessed me with long life. So the truth is up to me. Money talks and bulls—t walks.
 
Liars and thieves have always been here, because we as a people believe everything we hear or are told. Hell, consider the lilies of the field and how they grow. From hundred-dollar to fifty- dollar money orders, now to million- dollar checks. The rats had a field day from day one with the cheese.
 
I was born here with an open mind, went to America with an open mind as a British subject, came back here with an open mind, as a human being and a lover of my birthright. So I am here. I am now stuck with the Kremandala and the casino. At my age there is nowhere else to go. So be it, all that you can get from me is what you read here – facts as I know them.
 
I have mentioned a whole lot of names, and I mean educated people who have run this country for the British and had not lost a quarter or a dollar. Today we have jumped the million mark, and most of the Africans who have switched to Creole or whatever, have changed the whole complex of the country. The panhandlers came straight out of hell, and made all of us look like a bunch of asses to the world. So we have become thieves, rapists, murderers, drug barons and every s—t in the books.  
 
There is no way in hell you can walk by faith in this country. In reality, those of you as bloodsuckers truly live in a good country. Most of you have let your brains slip down in your back side. And have become super bullsh——-s, to the point that everything that you do you act superior to the masses, and now your name is history. This past will follow your ass to your grave, and then you will understand, before your demise, that when poverty steps in, love has jumped out of the window. Your crooked ass money was your salvation. Indeed the wages of sin is death, just as the act of poverty is.
 
If you pay attention and read, there are no bangles needed here. Arm and leg chains would look better on you criminals. Your editor is too nice. Not one ounce of respect is needed here. We all must learn to face reality – a thief is a thief is a thief, and they have proven that, with every clear conscience.
 
I would wager, five hundred to one, that they all are shareholders and for sure this is not the first, second or third time. The s—t has become habit forming. There is no way in hell they could have accumulated so much in ten years on one paycheck. Check these people’s assets, and I am talking about wages, lovers and children. 
 
I have said that most of us do not know what the hell comes into this country or what goes out. The slogan says that we are all one, and that is pure bulls—t. Even our low paying police are turning against each other. But then if you have bad ass leaders, what in the hell you can expect? The police have to cut their own deal, and that is the facts of life here.
 
You can always hear the words, you are living in a good country, but this word comes from those who can go to the toilet three times per day, because of too much food in their guts, and never think of those, who cannot even find one meal. Even some of you black people here are racist, and do not even know the meaning of the words “racist” and “nepotist.” These people are here for the power and the glory.
 
We born; we live; we die. Mr. David Price has died for peace and justice and left most of you in the sewer. You can run, but there is no way in hell you can hide. You have created your own history in the land of unknown wealth, but your greed for money and material things has put your ass in the same poverty that you have created.
 
Children, it is 8 p.m. Do you know where your parents are? Parents, it is 8 p.m. Do you know where your children are?

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Features — 14 March 2008 — by Smokey Joe
This Pandora’s Box is a lot bigger than I expected. A whole lot of s—t is still falling out of the box. For sure Smokey Joe was putting this out there for a while now.
 
Most of you do not know what comes into this country, or what goes out. Those of you that call me a black ass fool, need to locate where God has put your brains, because I know where mine is. You all have lost a lot, and do not even know it. 
 
The rich and the poor meet together, and God is the Maker of them both. The man’s lips are his destruction, and his mouth is the snare of his soul.
 
The man told me yesterday that the Amandala writes pure lies. I said to the man, go back to the Holy Book, and you will find these words. All liars are habitual liars and thieves. And this country is full of those long, long ago. Amandala is just a few years old compared to the Holy Book, so put your brains back where your Creator had put it, and learn the facts of life.  
 
We have people here who have learned to steal sweetness out of sugar.   Indeed money talks and bulls—t walks. They say that the Mayans were never here. Well, how in the hell so many Mayan sites are here? And a few people are getting rich.
 
The country has become infected with a multitude of ass kissers, thieves and liars, and these are those that you must respect, come hell or high water. Most of you have become just like them.
 
Every week I am saying something about the U.S. Watergate, and almost all of you here think that I am stupid. So now my Pandora’s Box is extracting a whole lot of hard s—t, so the Amandala is full of pure lies. But the most important factor is out of whose mouths the bulls—t is dropping. It’s not out the X or Charles or Russell. It is coming from the bullsh——-s themselves, and you free loaders have a very hard time with your brains and your conscience. 
 
No credit goes to Mr. X Hyde, who has moved your asses from Morse code – da dit dit daa. He has also created jobs for some of you twisted tongue asses. To me most of you do not have any feelings for youths who think that they live in a wholesome society, without even knowing the facts of life, and so they become lost.
 
If every one here dropped dead at the same time, Mr. X Hyde’s newspaper, TV and radio would get the blame, because he knows how to bypass the bullsh——-s. Just look at the man’s output to the society. Then look at yours. The man is at peace with his own mindset, while most of you cannot even find your own because of greed. You are now looking back in anger because your crooked ass ways have come to light, and your ass has been exposed for exactly what the hell you are.
 
Pay attention from the Holy Book to Amandala. Yes indeed, you speak flattery to your friends, but even the eyes of your children shall fail. There is no way in hell you can mix Amandala with your dirty ass ways. We feed people daily for the joy of it. And we have learned to separate the sheep from the goat, because our Creator had said to feed my lamb; feed my sheep. He did not say one s—t about a goat, which most of you have become for money and material things.
 
The power of God is stretching out His hands to the poor and needy, and you have refused them an act of love. It makes me wonder how many times this same bulls—t has caught us.
 
Do not ask me why, as a young boy, Cornelius Cacho became a part of my mindset, then Mr. X Hyde and now Sir Edney Cain and yes, our very own black Baron Bliss. That was never put in the minds of our children.
 
Most of you keep talking about a bulls—t history and have become just like the republics around us. We have eight thousand square miles of space, and these clowns want four thousand that they say belongs to them. But who knows what evil lurks in the hearts of men? That four thousand might have been on paper already, from all the s—t that has been discovered. It just could be that a part of us is already Belice.  
 
This land of riches, history can say that we were never here, just as they say about the Mayans, who also left their richness here. We have not learned to separate facts from fiction as yet, so we will always be behind the line as second class people here. We have become imbedded with this bulls—t. We have destroyed our own brain power with our weakness.
 
Again, it seems like most of us were born just to follow. But God does everything in His own time, and His timing is now. We all should know that educated thieves always cover their tracks very well, and can always find someone to cover their asses. Money talks; and bulls—t walks, but this one stays on track waiting to be discovered.
 
For the past four years, I am talking about con artists and how they work their trade. So if you are walking by faith, let it be your very own, because it seems like the man is here to destroy your ass. When I say “the man,” I am talking about the nepotism family, just like talking about the KKK or any hate crowd. There is a whole lot of those here. Most of us do not even realize this.
 
Hell, just suppose the U.D.P. had lost the election. Not one ass would have known about the forty million dollars – a nice hit for five or six people. Most of us must wonder if this s—t had happened before. That is possible, because as I have said, most of you do not know what comes into this country and what goes out.
 
Most of you have a clinic on Wednesdays to get your free dollars, which is your own money. Right there you have created your own bullsh——s to screw you as they see fit. Yes indeed, they called the shots on everything, so they have become masters of all they survey. And you are the flunkeys. That you cannot take to the bank, because they own the banks.
 
You have been branded lazy and poor. They beg money from abroad for your needs, and you do not know one s—t about it. On your clinic day, you get a few dollars of your own money and you become as happy as a fagot in an army camp, because you are always looking backward. So the man knows that he is in the right country and his everlasting bulls—t will work here. 
 
Just ask yourselves what have you gained outside of your poverty. You have become the culprit and are dying the same way. Hell, just look at your children. Everything is going against them. Mr. Barrow needs to go into some deep employment for our youths. Forty million dollars could have helped a whole lot of our poor here. Natural fact, if the UDP had lost the election, not one ass here would have heard of the forty million dollars, and for sure, there could have been some before that. Only time will tell.
 
For sure this is a country with wealth untold. The place could have been sold already. Who the hell knows? As I have said, the natives do not know what the hell comes in here or what goes out.
 
Replace the midweek clinic with something more constructive, because money talks and bulls—t walks. Natural fact – not one ass seems to know how much money is given away weekly. Just go back to the Mayor’s ball. The money was given to the poor. Where are they now? 
 
They say there is a time to get and a time to give. But if you live in a parasite society, the poor are the ones who must fatten the parasites and their family. They are called royal with a bunch of fools who pay for everything. You cross your London bridge daily with your children, and the crocodiles and the alligators are waiting for one of them to drop for a meal.  
 
Indeed you are living in a good country. Money talks and bulls—t walks. You do not see; you do not hear. You are educated, but do not even try to understand the crooked ass minds that are destroying your poverty ass selves. Most of you love your destroyer more than yourselves. The truth is, Belize, you are going from sugar to pure s—t. 
 
On any clinic day, just look at the people in your line. You all have become beggars in a country of wealth untold. Your children are sucking up all the diabetic juice that the merchants can sell. This is not the fresco the country used to know. We are destroying ourselves and do not even know it.
 
Government by the people and for the people. Now tell me what in the hell you are supposed to be, in cold blood. This land belongs to you. Your elected leaders must respect that. They work for you. So Mr. Attorney General, kindly look back in the past and bring these bullsh——-s up to par, so that a checkpoint can be put on these bloodsuckers who are letting us look like a country of asses. 
 
As a stranger in my birthplace, I am thinking if the election was won by the previous government, not one ass would have known about the forty million dollars. It could have happened before. You need a complete check from start to finish, and as they say, the whole truth and nothing but the truth. And then our own mind set by this strange poverty can shed some light on us.
 
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Features — 07 March 2008 — by Smokey Joe
The key to Belize is money. Almost every ass here seems to be corrupted; so, who in the hell can you trust? Just look at our Police Force. Most of our youths who join the Force, do it under pressure, with wife and children. For law and order, just look at a pay day. So again, it is not what you know; it is who in the hell you know, that puts your ass in the limelight and poverty at the same time.
 
It seems like only the privileged few here can be right in the sight of each other, because deep in their corrupted minds they think that they are fooling God also. So, to hell with the ten or twenty million, because fools are born daily. And for sure, we have lost the glory of God, and put the love of money and material things in its place. You fools do not need to look back in anger, so this one does not. Highly planned bulls—t is the first law of nature here.
 
You look, you listen, and you learn. Mind over matter. If you are using a five, ten or twenty cc syringe in a tissue area, it is highly impossible for the needle to break. If it is not put on the syringe as it should be, it will work its way off, just like a blade from a scalpel. Hell, those mistakes are being made daily in most hospitals. Do a post-mortem after any surgery, and you will find your instrument.
 
Hell, we are behind here in everything that we do. Try to listen to a five-way constructive conversation, and you will not learn one s—t, because all five are talking at the same time. So your ass is trapped in a know-it-all society. But again, this is British Honduras, my country so dear. Poverty steps in, and all the love in your heart jumps right out the window. But again, I have never seen a surgical needle that will break in soft tissue. There must have been a bone somewhere.
 
Just let us look at the word “s—t”. It is used daily by us from childhood to the grave. Just a few of us in this country know the meaning of the word “feces”. We learn it as “s—t”, and that is what it is. As most of us know, “ass” and “rass” is the same thing; so who in the hell creates profanity? All the words that I am using came out of the streets, and not from a school. Why in the hell do most of you call a vet, a doctor? So, we live and we learn. All my heroes here are street people that could have put all you educated asses to shame if they had lived. Yes, Belize, you have gone from sugar to pure s—t.         
 
Sure, there are a whole lot of things to talk about here; and, hell, most of it is bad. Check the names and the positions, and see what you have. Even the so-called educated, some of them have become narrow-minded. So again, the country is falling apart from pure greed. Sure, I have been called everything but a child of God. But then, for over eighty years, I controlled this life, educated myself in my own way, so I am just who I am. If you are insulted by what you read, or what I write, then search your memory, as I do. There are times I let my memory go back to eight years for help, and this is how my mindset works. And for sure, that is the power of my Creator. And from twenty-o-three to now, I am doing exactly what I want to do, and that is to rejuvenate my childhood. The sad part of this is, all my childhood friends are dead, so I must talk to myself. But then, if and when you get into old age, you must pay the price for longevity.
 
Hell, today young people only deal with old people if they can use them. Kindness is one of my gifts from God. Yes, I will always be helpful; but you cannot use me. And this is the trick bag I am in now. 
 
John, sorry to hear about your wife; but try to find out how in the hell the needle broke. The only way that would happen, is if it hit a bone; and the needle does not break, it separates from the syringe.
 
Boy, this twenty 08 has been a pain in the ass for me. See you later. Take care. Second time I am cutting this column short, but the pressure is getting to me. Sorry about this, Mr. X, and also my readers. I am finding it difficult to put all this bad shit together.
 
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Features — 04 March 2008 — by Smokey Joe
Words of wisdom: He that speaketh to his friends, even the eyes of his children shall fail. He had swallowed down riches, and he shall vomit them up. Again, the nobles held their peace, and their tongues cleaved to the roof of their mouths. Twenty million U.S. dollars is forty million Belize dollars. The rich and the poor meet together; the Lord is the maker of them both. Excellent speech becometh not a fool; much do lying lips becometh a prince. An evil man seeketh only rebellion; therefore a cruel messenger shall be sent against him. A fool’s mouth is his destruction, and his lips are the snare of his soul. Yes, again, forty million U.S. dollars is only twenty million in this poor country, when you look at it backwards. So, again, you know everything, but not what comes in or goes out. So, to understand this secret, if you were given twenty, you should have gotten forty. And no education is needed for this. The bullsh__ has worked for someone.
 
The known wealth that just came in to play, which is the oil, of which not one ass knows who it belongs to, or who owns the country. Hell, just look at the people who they call first class, or those who are known as poor, then you will enter into the land of bullsh___ers. The law, some of us live by it, and most of us are dying by it. Hell, just look at the movement, Kremandala, for a reason, then get the point. This is for you young people, because I go way back to chicle and mahogany, and grunt fish.  Now, if this forty million is fact, then start from the beginning, and you can pick us the start of your poverty. Because, again, you had educators here who did not even know how the inside of a college looked back then.
 
Yes, indeed, Mr. so and so has robbed your ass without a gun, and you claimed to be so highly educated, with your brains in your ass. Hell, most of you have jobs by ass kissing and gossip mongering; not by brains, but by tongue. But then, the country has a new A.G. who will find the beginning of this bullsh__ and bring it to an end, because a lie has always been the hardest thing to remember. So, my credit will go to the A.G. with the help of Senator Hulse, who should have been the leader of the land.
 
Again, there is some good in the worst of us, and some bad in the best of us. And this is from one who learned the facts of life the hard way. God did not bless me with education, but he had put a whole lot of common sense in this life, which most of you do not respect, without even knowing me. Again, I am a Belizean, born in this swamp. After eighty years, it is still a swamp. Sold into slavery in 1944, which was a blessing from God. Out of the eight hundred that left here on that War Man Power Commission, I doubt that you can find two hundred, who were “flim flam” out of their birthright and the sh__ called wages. So, for me, I have a lot of exposure as a subject, which is something most of you do not know one sh__ about. So I have always thanked God and friends for everything I have learned here in this swamp.
 
How in the hell you can ask or learn any respect, when there is none here? Hell, not all of us here are stupid. Memory is always good to me. Take the two Braddicks. They had a special bag just for bananas. Every day they would pay ten cents for a bunch of bananas and count every one. The only way you would get any, if the number was odd. They would share anything they had with you, but not banana; and that was strange, because a bunch of ripe bananas then was only seven cents; and not one of us as friends had ever asked them why.     
 
We had Poor House then, also a big Crazy House, but there was no homeless in this City. All kinds of cheap employment was here. You were sure of three meals per day. Yes, indeed, if we had poverty back then, it was sweet, because we were our brothers’ keepers. Mr. Lewis Sabido on Hydes Lane in his grocery shop; if you are short of three dollars, words from his mouth, bring it when you get it. Placido Ayuso, Maldano Hondlan, all tailors; learning their trade was free; all that you do after school was show up at their tailor shop. Yes, indeed, our brotherhood was here. But then, we also had a Christian society that tells you, thou shall not steal. But hell, look at us today. We are infested with everything. Just look at the country and get the point. Could thou still be here, with all these educated bullsh___ers? I do not think so.
 
Can a little girl ten years old get over her rape experience, or a little boy of ten get over his sodomy act? In a poor ass society such as this one, simple fact, money talks and bullsh__ walks. Is this not capital punishment? Just look at what we had yesterday, and what we are having today. Not all of us seem to know what the hell is capital punishment, so put the word in the proper perspective. Has the government hanged anyone yet this year? The design seems for us to kill each other out, and that sh__ is working very well. Hell, this is just March 3rd, so check our death records, that is, if all have been added up, and for sure this is planned by superior against inferior. Hell, who supplies the guns, the bullets and the money? So you can see that most of what is against us has been planned; put that together.
 
Yes, Belize, you were set up to be used. Look around you, and see what in the hell you are looking at. The only time you get respect is when you are spending your money. Most of our merchants here, who are born thieves, are afraid of you. Check any store out that has more than five employees who think that they can pass for white, or think that they are better than you; they will pass you by to go to customers that look like them. But then, we do not pay attention to this, until you are insulted, and that happens daily.
 
Yes, Belize, you came a long, long way backward, and with a bullsh__ history at that. As they say, what is good for the goose, must be good for the gander. Just imagine how many poor, tired souls forty millions could have helped, if it did not get lost or stolen. And, looking at it from the positive side, there is no way in hell one, or two, or three people could have lost that breed of money, because Pandora’s box had become open already, and there was not one sh__ left to drop out. Your naked ass was already swinging in hurricane breeze. As the crazy man said with his upside down wheelbarrow, this one is not to be used by bullsh___ers; no trash of any kind. His mindset had left him at fourteen, and now he was eighty-two. The only thing he had all his life was his wheelbarrow, and this is why it was upside down.
 
Most of us were born and grew up here with “crana”, “pupsie” and “kyato”, and have not learned one sh__. We have inherited black man, white man, yellow man and red man; and in all these years we cannot find a green one. To those of you who get a pleasure insulting me daily, I am just like the man with the wheel barrow. Your words go into one ear and out the other, because you cannot put one sh__ in my brains that I do not want in it. And for sure, I get a whole lot of pleasure doing what I do.
 
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Features — 29 February 2008 — by Smokey Joe
As I have said three months ago, most of us do not even know what comes into this country, and what the hell goes out. And today, you are hearing about a twenty million dollars, or ten million U.S. dollars. In either case, you as the poverty giver are out a ton of dollars. So where in the hell are the mistakes? So you, Mr. A.G., this bullsh__ is up to you; because here, as a people living in a poor ass country, we all must be a bunch of morons who do not even know the value of twenty U.S. or ten U.S. I have faith in you, Wilfred. Let this sh__ stop here now. We have already lost Mr. Price, who was bringing up a whole lot of thievery, and yet not one sh__ came out of those T.V. hearings. In this case, you are talking about forty million Belize dollars, which is nice pickings.
 
As I have said, you do not know what is coming in; you do not know what the hell goes out. So, most of the alms for the poor goes to those who are getting rich; and this proves my uneducated point right here. Hell, most of you cannot even see your own shadow in the moonlight. A lot of gifts for the needy of this country have gone to the scam artists of the country. And as long as you are not blind, you can always see the bullsh__ working. A thief and a liar know exactly where they should be at all times. Just pay attention to your war mongers from biblical times. They live on profit by sucking others’ blood. Death is not the problem here in Belize; money is. Again, you are talking about twenty million U.S. dollars, which are supposed to be forty million Belize dollars. The bullsh__ is, I have always said, we do not know what comes in, or what goes out; proven point.
 
Hell, even with the thieves, you all cannot get one sh__ straight. The poor here do not know one sh__ about economics, so if salt is selling for five dollars per pound, they will buy it; a con artist’s dream. Almost anything that is planned well, will work well for a time, and this is just what you had here. Most poor countries always have a Pandora’s box. Cuba had one, until Castro came along. Panama had one, until Noriega got his forty years in prison. And I am very sure, if this crowd is checked closely, you will find a few asses going to prison. I have been talking about a Watergate for four years now, and not one ass pays any attention. But for sure, I am being insulted daily by people that do not even know me, and this is being at Amandala daily.
 
My life line started right where the Princess is now. The grand stand was there; all the football players were there; the swimmers were there. That was life to me as a boy. You play, you eat, and you sleep; that was all we had, and the best years of our lives outside H.R.S. Scout Room and the only hand ball court in this city. So I do not need one ass to tell me how to think or what to say now in my old age. My friendship was spread wide on North Side and South Side; born on Eve Street between the good and the bad. So do not tell me that I do not know what I am talking about. For Sydney Middleton, I am still looking at capital punishment; for Morris Pollard, I am still looking at capital punishment. In a football game Morris got his ankle broken. The next day his leg was gone above his knees by a master butcher. Then a few years later, our little school girls, again a master butcher. Then a few years ago, the man who lost his wallet, wanted the little girl to sit on his knees. That bastard was let go. And now in reality we have our own bunch of morons raping our children; fathers, step fathers, uncle sodomizing his own nephew. You take a gun, point it to one’s head, and blow his brains out; or lock up a house, set it on fire, and burn people up. Just tell me what in the hell is capital punishment? Not one ass calls a drug baron a murderer, but the bastards have destroyed a lot of lives.
 
Most of you now are talking about the twenty million U.S.D. to Belize, but that is forty million Bze D. Ten came; thirty is missing, not ten. It will take your great, great grands almost one hundred years to pay that back, if it is to be paid pack. But then, if there are thieves, they have had a good pay day. So again, from Smokey Joe to the A.G. Mr. Elrington, this ball game is playing on your wet field. Open up the prison doors to all comers. Again, twenty million U.S.D. is forty million BZE; nice piece of change outside of the drug money. It is about time for all of us to start speaking out. Who the hell knows just how much money has gone this way? Mr. Godwin Hulse is trying to educate us in government, and most of us refuse to learn.
 
Most people pick the things out of this column they hate, to insult me. But hell, I know what I am talking about, and they say what they were told to say. Again, thirty million is missing, and not ten; and this is coming from a fourth standard fool. Yes indeed, money talks and bullsh__ walks.
 
Sure, the power has changed, but will this change the mindset of the so-called poor, who are suffering from the con artist’s plans? But then, only time will tell. From 1944 to now, some of these people are still illegal in this country; but again, we do not know one sh__ about them, by we being subjects instead of native. So again, our asses were no more than slaves, who could only sing God Save Our King. And that was the sh__ that was put in our brains, and lo and behold, that works. But then came our very own anthem, with the words “wealth untold” that cannot even get into the brains or soul, and the con artists made sure of that.
 
So we went from slaves to subjects, and now to Creoles, of which not one ass has ever explained how the hell this happened. So, where is the truth? We are the only children of God with three nationalities; and again, not one ass thinks about this. We were not brainwashed by the religious people; the simple fact is, we love others better than ourselves; and the same sh__ is here from subject to now.
 
Funny, most of us have turned into racists by pure association, without even knowing it. So, yes, we live, we learn. Again, we have become full of all kinds of parasites. As I have said, a good writer can write a story every day here; and for sure I am not a writer, just trying to be helpful. But I do pay attention to whatever concerns me; and for sure, I am concerned about the country. Racism was here all the time; but we, as subjects, did not even know it. But we are living deeper now in it, because some of us have gone face to face with it. And a whole lot of racists are now living here, because racism is created by mostly money, in other words, that separate the sheep from the goats. It is the power of life, and not religion.
 
Hell, just take a good look here at your drug barons; and then take a good look at our youths. Their gainful employment is running drugs, and not one ass tries to mention this. So you have Columbia and Venezuela with connections with big USA money. Batista and Noriega years ago were connected with drugs; and for sure, drugs is money in any form. As Malcolm once said, study the man and learn his ways. You have discovered oil here; connect the drugs to that, and you become a big time in all circles. Food for thought, and the money will lead you straight to this point. But then, such is life. Most of us were born poor and die poor. Some of us that follow the trade get rich and die. So, listen and learn.
 
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Features — 26 February 2008 — by Smokey Joe
Well, hell. The good, the bad and the ugly have surfaced in the land of the wealth unknown. The problem is what happens next, or who goes where from here. Yes, indeed, only time will show us the way. Let us get the point: was it twenty million or ten? Regardless of the amount, you as a people have been put to shame as beggars. You look, you listen and you learn. The smartest thing about a con artist is always the people behind his ass. Just look at your problems and you will get the point. As they say, you can fool some of the people some of the time, but there is no way in hell you can fool all of the people all of the time. But hell, you need a question mark here in Belize, because every ass here is, or almost always is looking for something free. And for sure, this is how the con man “divide and conquer”. You put him or them in the position to use your brains, so conning you is a pet project to them. Sh__, just look at what you are giving up, just to say “yes, sir”.
 
Well hell, we already had the chance to know a Papa Doc and a Baby Doc, but not one ass here pays any attention to your neighbors at home or abroad; so any tricksters can come and put your ass in deep poverty, and that is exactly what you get when you yourselves give them power to let them think that they are superior to you. And this is where we are today. Their mindset is to own you and your country, and this is a fact that cannot be hidden. Hell, just ask yourselves where does the word “poverty” come from in a country with wealth untold, and see how stupid you look. I can remember San Pedro as a fisherman village. Now, if you are black you almost need a permit to go there. So, in what direction are you looking to find your wealth untold, when money talks and bullsh__ walks?
 
Again, it is said world over, government by the people, and for the people. So who in the hell are you, just plain toilet paper? Who gets the best out of law and order? Again, Wrigley’s chewing gum wealth came from right here, and you do not know one sh__ about it; and most of you are so highly educated. So now, where in the hell do you go from here? This is the question to ask. Our young people have no way to turn, but to prison or the grave. Hell, just look at your death rate, your crime rate from top to bottom, and most of you cannot see one sh__, because you put others over yourselves, and have become inferior for spite. Papa Doc and Baby Doc had been ripping off the poor in Haiti for years, and the same bull is working here for years. Just check the ones who you choose to lead your poor ass.
 
Those of you that are old enough should never forget the U.S.A.’s Watergate hearings. The same bullsh__ is sitting right here now. Let us hope that this new government can continue to borrow money in the poor’s name to get this stigma away from us as a people. Hell, we have become a disgrace to the world. Hell, we need a world exposure. After all, we came into the world naked, and in death there is not one sh__ you can take with you. We born, we live, we die.
 
Yes, there are just too many ass kissers here. Almost everyone expects something for nothing. And in almost all royal families, check it out, royalty comes first, and next is nepotism. Hell, they even create their own flunkies, by reducing their brain power. Hell, just look at yourselves, then look at the direction in which your leader’s children go. They become superior because you let them, and you and you alone let most of your children become negatives. As they say, across the pond Mr. Charlie and his brats become first hands, and you and yours, second hands. And not one ass here can see this.                
 
Check the value of your dollar. The casinos start from one cent if you gamble, and how many you had in this poor ass country before they got here? It was clubs and whore houses. Hell, gambling been here before we used to call for Phillip Morris.
 
From childhood to now, I do not even hear the name George Matthews, the twenty dollars per month Truant Officer. Play “hockey” and big, loveable George will find your ass. His rule was – parents first, then your school. These are the kinds of people that live in my brains today, that I would call humans, as policemen Barber, Ashby, Clark and Fuller – protectors of children.
 
Yes, indeed, there were twelve of us, known as the dead-end kids. Until the War Manpower days came up, we worked mule and cart, Jail wharf and Gracie Rock, better known as Rockville. Friendship was very important to us as bad boys; whatever we hustle, we share. Hell, the country for us as subjects was never poor. Castillo, Gordo, Bradleys and Chavannes had gainful employment, and they were the backbone to young blacks who wanted employment. Yes, you had a Poly Smith with sand lighters. What in the hell was rape and murder? We had the “tambran” whip; we had the cat-o’-nine-tails and the gallows. Not one ass here knows one sh__ about capital punishment, or homeless people.
 
Yes, people come from all over to live here. Hell, we had more stowaways coming here than leaving here. Those of us who were being sold into slavery in 1944 did not know one sh__ about racism or slavery. Those that came here lived in peace; those that left here went straight to hell with racism.
 
Just look at what you have now. You had a Daily Clarion and a Billboard; we had Z.I.K.2 for a radio station; and, yes, we had a Palace, run by Guy Nord, then Castillo. For me, as I see it now, we are going backwards. The country has become full of maggots. We have lost a lot, and gained a lot of educated criminals who have become pure blood suckers. Go back to Bullers, Shammas, Roddies; Creole bread, bun and fry fish on every street corner; and, yes, Pin Head at Church and Albert Streets. Just look at today’s street vendors, and what do you see? Look at all your streets; whose businesses do you see, and where in the hell are yours? After all, we once owned this land, and we have lost it to pure bullsh___ers, because we all have fallen into a senile stage of life. Yes, we are walking backwards; and, hell, looking forward but cannot see one sh__.
 
So, you have shaken hands with the devil, and lost. So, again, where do you go from here? So, think of your children, who are now killing each other like they are in a civil war; and who in the hell pays attention to that?  So, come hell or high water, it is your children’s life going to the graveyard and the prison.             
 
Land and water: two words that should focus in your brains at all times. Caribbean Sea and Mayan land: just put yourself in that, and you will know exactly where in the hell you are. Most of you so-called leaders do not know one sh__ about the War Manpower Commission in 1944. Most of us were sold into the second slavery, to make your parents more comfortable here. Hell, check the names of who went and who stayed. Check Trinidad, Jamaica, Belize, Barbados. The condition was – strictly black subjects to America. The question is, after the fact, who in the hell got the money, Belize or the Crown? Hell, this does not even mention the Panama crowd; but the con artists, who have lived well and have gotten rich and fat, now say that we are lazy and crooked. So, tell me where are the sound minds and godly conscience? Yes, indeed, the bullsh___ers have discarded that. They think that they are home free, but you can bet your ass, the best is yet to come. So, look, listen and learn; and pass it on to tomorrow’s children, so that they can defend their own mindset.
 
Children, it is 8 p.m. Do you know where your parents are?
 
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Features — 22 February 2008 — by Smokey Joe
Most of you so-called Creoles do not even want to be called Africans. Hell, you are afraid of your own shadows. Most of you talk and talk, and do not know one sh__ about the word racism; and you are looking at it directly from Mark Espat and Cordel Hyde, who themselves do not know one sh__ about racism. And this is a wide open story, to the UDP and, most of all, the PUP. And again, not even Mr. X Hyde had paid any attention to this; but then, this is Belize, where most of us do not know what the hell we are. So we accept all the sh__ that floats into the country, and their nepotism increases, and not one ass here needs education to put this bullsh__ together. But all of you think that you are one, and you have been used for their good convenience, while their crooked ass brains work against you. And for sure this has worked against Mark Espat and Cordel Hyde. But then, any ass here with a clear conscience and a strong mind can see this; and for sure, the best help that any voter in this City has gotten is from these two.
 
Hell, we have Mr. Barrow now, then Mark, then Cordel. From Smokey Joe, close the books on crookedness, drugs and guns. To me, as sad as it sounds, look at your nepotism laws, look at your murders, look at your honesty in most of your people, and you will find the crime rate. Hell, just look back on the Kremandala story.  Check the Amandala work force, and wonder why Partridge Street is so hated, and who created the hatred. A fourth standard fool like me can put this bullsh__ together, and some of you are so highly educated that your eyes and ears are in your backside. Your neighbor, Guatemala, again want four thousand miles of land, and leaving you with four; and for sure, not one ass knows if this is fixed already. And you can take this back to Hispaniola and Haiti; look back to Cuba, Trinidad and Grenada; and all that you do is listen to the bats sucking your blood with their poverty bullsh__.
 
Again, to most of you here, I keep repeating, money talks and bullsh__ walks; and money is talking here. And, lo and behold, it is your own money they are using against your asses. So, by design they keep your ass in deep poverty. Just listen to the names in your high society. But then, we do not pay attention to one sh__. Seven friends left on a fishing trip; one dead; where in the hell are the next six? Not one word from the powers that be, or from John Q. Public. Not even the drug movement came up in this case. So, for you so-called educated asses, just check out the one that was murdered; so are we walking by faith or by sight?
 
As they say, faith is the substance of things hoped for, or the evidence of things not seen. And for sure, most of us here are not seeing one sh__. We live on hearsay, which put our asses deeper in the bad ass sewer that was made for us. Everything in this country seems for sale. Again, just look at all the rocks at Rockville. How in the hell you can sell something that you don’t know one sh__ about? The history to that is the power of God, because not one living ass has planted all that rock there. So, again, money talks; and now I understand that one man owns it. But then, who the hell got the money. For sure, not the subjects, who are supposed to own it. So the flim flam is working, if you have the power to sell that amount of rocks; because the seller and buyer must come from the jackass family, like Columbus who they say discovered America with people living on the land. Hell, Columbus discovered people, and this is one of the oldest bull… that was fed to us, and not the three black navigators on the boats.
 
Hell, sometimes it is good to wonder about names. At my age now, I still wonder about the master butcher we had here by the name of Dr. Anderson, who removed Morris Pollard’s ankle to his knees. And now, this one pathologist for all these people. Yes, the sh__ is stink. But then, this is Belize. There is no way in hell you can get an autopsy finding in one hour. That is like having a Minister of Health who cannot even read a thermometer, or a pathologist who does not even know how to remove a brain. And again, pathology is not who you know; it is what the hell you know. Yes, this nepotism is a “mother”. 
 
A whole lot of people here have top jobs and do not know one sh__ about their jobs. They just protect the money for the man. Hell, just look around you and see who is working where, at what price. Yes indeed, here is where the money talks and the bullsh__ walks. You do not need to be educated to mind the store; just have the name, and you are it. Sure, the drug planes used to land in the bushes. Excellent pilots. But the laws could not find a bloodhound dog to trace the drug runners, so some of the traders got very rich and put the idea in their heads that everyone else is a bunch of asses here. Simple fact, drop the drugs in the sea; save the plane; land the plane; find a buyer for the plane; sell the plane; and the case is closed. And so we create our respectable drug barons, who have put us on the drug map of the world; and yet our asses are so poor.
 
So we created pit bulls to protect the drugs and money, and now we are wondering why or how our children are so crooked and bad. Well hell, just look in your mirror at yourself, and put your brains to work. There is no way in hell you can have a young prostitute or a young thief in your house, unless it started there. So, the facts of life cannot be hidden. If you cannot swim, never jump into deep water, because sooner or later your ass will drown. And for sure, some of you free loaders are having this experience right now. Yes, indeed, you have been in this fools’ paradise for too long, and have started to eat each other up for the love of money, power and glory; and now greed has begun to choke your ass.
 
Let me just inform you that the power of God is now at hand. He had asked you to feed His lamb and His sheep. But with your greed you have destroyed their lives, by stealing bread out of their mouths, and their children’s mouths. You asked for it, you got it, and have overworked your brains keeping them in misery. It is a natural fact that only God can deal with time, because He had created it. All that you have done is to create the passion for material things. As they say, if you live in hell, you must learn how to deal with the devil. And for sure, most of our so-called poor here have learned how to live with the devil. But then, to each his own. Live, look, listen and learn.
 
Children, it is 8 p.m. Do you know where your parents are? Parents, it is 8 p.m. Do you know where your children are?

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Features — 19 February 2008 — by Smokey Joe
Well, hell; the passing of the days have come, and the glory children have taken possession of the free land. Let us all hope that the love of God and humanity returns to us; and let me hope that this thing called brotherly love will embrace us as before. In Belize, like any other country, we have educated thieves, we have con artists, we have morons and jackasses. So God has spread us out evenly; but then, you cannot judge us all by looks. So learn about yourselves, and put the truth together; and there is no way in hell you will ever overlook the power of your Creator in you.
 
Yes, Belize, you have been overcome with all kinds of bullsh__ers, who even steal food out of your children’s mouths; and you, in your stupidity and greed for a few dollars and material things, have become a disgrace and ass kissers. Hell, we had educated people here who did not even go to college. Check Ebenezer School. Hell, this black country has become a disgrace to the world by nepotism and racism, and not one ass seems to care. Just listen to the way some of these people speak to you, like they belong here and you do not; and always remember, the Mayans were never here. Well, how in the hell they have left so much wealth here, or tell me what in the hell is going to happen to your wealth untold.
 
Live, listen and learn. Just go back to your history eighty years ago. Hell, education is good, if the truth is in it; so the bullsh__ers profit here. The Mayans have given us the reality of life, but not one black had said anything good about five hundred years of truth. Yes indeed, the few Mayans, with their own problems, hardship and sorrow, have given us a big drive in this country, whose land it is, or is it; and not even a thank you sound from the British subjects, or even those who think that they can pass for white. So what the hell do we have here? Racism and nepotism is something you see, you hear, and you can touch. You look at life for what it truly is. As they say, the realities of life are all facts, and if you are a Belizean there is no way in life you can bypass this. Hell, most of you have been used as pawns, or as inferior to feed the superior. You have been used as friends, so your friendship protects the bullsh__ers, who have looked upon you as sprat for bait. You see most of today’s people here will starve your ass for spite, because they know more about you than you know about yourselves. These are the people who would feed their dogs better than they would feed your ass. Just look at the amount of homeless beggars we have here in our streets. All that we talk about here is drugs, Columbia and capital punishment, which is never explained fully.
 
Hell, go back into slavery and find out what is capital punishment, and who started it. Then look back at yourselves, and you will find the same bullsh__. So, yes, the world is turning to where the Creator intended for it to be. Go back to Samson and the jawbone of the ass. Then turn to the Cool Aid preacher in Guyana. So here again, we cannot penetrate the power of God; we can only assume the power; and if you only look at some of these asses we have here, they want you to believe that your money allows them to play God.
 
Hell, most of us are worried about the death rate, and do not even think about the hate rate, which we do not even understand. Again, capital punishment, what in the hell is it? The Holy Book says thou shall not kill. But men and religion, men and color, men and money, men and women, and then the holiest of the holy, we are still at two thousand years since we nailed Jesus to the cross. So this thing called capital punishment must be an act of God, Who once said, thou shall not kill, but also said, an eye for a eye; and up to today, not one living ass got the point.         
 
We all must pay for our sins and our own mindset. Plane crash in the Amazon, the living started to eat the dead. Hell, they had us as cannibals eating each other. In 1942 the man on Caye Caulker raped his own mother. His name is planted in my brains. Hell, I still can see Timber in the 9 o’clock parade with his eight contracted slap pans; and the bullsh__ers are telling you today that you are living in a good country, so that they can get rich in the land of wealth. From four murders annually to eight or ten in one week. We are living in a good country; yes, indeed.
 
There is some good in the worst of us, and some bad in the best of us. Today, you can see the narrow mindedness in some of us. That was why God put power in the jawbone of an ass for Samson. Sure, we are supposed to live and learn. And, hell, most of us here cannot learn one sh__. With other people’s mentality, the next words you may hear is that this country was sold long ago. There is not one sh__ here that surprises me. Hell, if you have a history, go back to it, and see who helped the Crown to protect your ass while you were called British subjects, and the three-cards people were coming in like wee wee ants. They came, they conquered, and they divided in secret. And to this point, you do not even know what the hell had happened. All that you know now, you are called poor and are murderous.
 
Sure, you called yourselves educated. Granted, there are a few of you; but then, the wee wee ants have put the majority of you in the leaky sewer system to float in your own feces, and tell you to your face that you are living in a good country. And, lo and behold, you believe that multitude of pure sh__. Check the prices at your supermarkets. How many do you own?
 
There should always be a place for longevity and Christianity, but that has also died here in Belize. Simple fact, after seventy years I can find Oscar and Louis Ayuso at Queen and Daly Streets, and they were born there. Hell, the Belize that I used to know is no longer here. Almost all of the City is now like Water Lane and the old Carillo yard in bad times. Yes indeed, times change, and people with time. Just look at Lords Ridge today; people are living with the dead, called homeless. Back when, if you see anything moving after seven p.m., you are looking at a ghost. With this bullsh__ crowd today, hell, you turn into one. So, today’s melodrama, Rest In Peace, does not mean one sh__ to those we are accepting as people.
 
Our teachers and students need to start asking questions about the Bliss funds, and the whole history of British Honduras. If the creed is government by the people and for the people, how in hell do we know so little about the government in which we live? But then, it is your problem. The only solution to your problem is the truth, which is like looking for teeth in chickens here in Belize, because we are powered here with compulsive liars in the country. Everyone here seems to know everything, but in reality do not know one sh__ about the country in which they live. So, use your own judgment to see if you can be helpful, by looking for prison time for all these big time thieves. As I see it, as I am looking at it, you learned or you are punished.
 
Parents, it is 8 p.m. Do you know where your children are? Children, it is 8 p.m. Do you know where your parents are?

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Features — 15 February 2008 — by Smokey Joe
Thurs. Feb. 14, 2008
 
Well hell, I came home to live a few years longer; I did not know that the country had turned into a republic. As any republic we have become a murder country. Again, the guns, the bullets are never free in a poor ass country; so do not tell me one sh__ about poverty here, because that did not reach us until 1944, when the Americans’ cousin needed help in World War Two, and they went into slavery no. 2. And the whole Caribbean got the effect of that war, and by traveling we began to learn that we were the furthest thing from “subject”. So to the point we were studied by every ass on earth who did not look like us, and then they found money in religion and called God a liar.
 
Up to now we must wonder who created the earth, God or man. In your early age you were told that God did not make anything bad. Well hell, who made this pig? Do not look back in anger, but, little that you may know, humans have been eating others for years now, and God is still getting the blame. He gets the blame for money that He cannot even spend. But then He is God, and everything in this world is His. This is why He is called the Creator, and the only thing you create is the left over from what you eat. Like everything else, you must have someone to blame, so it is God, and not yourself; because in your mind you already know and think that you are smarter than God, living in Belize. It is your day, enjoy it.
 
Again, Henrietta Wade used to say, every fat fowl have their own Sunday. Yes, Belize, we have gone from sugar to pure sh__. One and one fourth murder per day, and they say that you are living in a good country; and every living ass here became afraid of capital punishment. And what in the hell do you call what we are doing now? Just look at this bullsh__ with a fair mind. Can you as an educated human rape your ten-year-old, or your stepchild girls or boys? This city has just become a big mental institution, which has caused our brains to slip from our head to our ass. Our respect is in the sewer. Hell, we have more twelve-year prostitutes in our streets than stray dogs, and most of them you see today are half naked in our streets. So what in the hell can we expect? And all of this is because of our backward movement for money and material things.
 
Who is to be blamed for the condition of this country? Looking for blame, then think about your own self. So again, you look and you learn, and you must listen to learn. Check your past election; but then you people are educated, and everyone else are born fools. So, from the educated to the fools, the country started going backward; and this is where we are today, dead broke and poor.
 
The most important thing that we are learning here today, is how to have more children than our neighbors. And one of the biggest truths, most of us take everything for insults. Instead of teaching our children to refrain, we teach them about condoms, and that was made in the forties for venereal disease and the main stream, which for sure was not T.B., or now the deadly killer HIV/AIDS, which is now being blamed on black people. Well hell, tell me how so many whites died from it? The name of today’s condoms was Pro Kit, and back then a pint of blood was twenty-five dollars. Most countries had more blood banks than money banks. Go back to the forties when sickle cell disease was for black children alone, along with the venereal disease. Where in the hell did this come from? Indeed, a contaminated syringe. Remember the lab on Church Street and Water Lane? How many units of bad ass blood did they ship overseas? Do today’s children who use condoms know anything about that? Most of them do not know the meaning of the word “abstain”, because they were never taught. But at nine years old, they can tell you exactly what a condom does.
 
Hell, most of us as adults will almost repeat a lie, if the dollar is good. Hell, I do not even see an HIV count in any of the Latin countries around us, unless it is in Spanish. But it seems like we put one out every ten days; so to get the truth here, you must put some to shame. Hell, our homosexual population has tripled since 2005. So, most of our young are turning into lesbians and faggots. But then, look at those that are coming to live here. But then, everything changes in life; so we live, so we learn. But hell, we still have a hell of a lot to learn.
 
To most of you, writing this column seems like Smokey Joe is all profanity. Not so at all. I will include something here that might shock some of you. Respect I have. I never mix the bad-word crowd with those that do not curse. Never heard one bad word out of Mr. C. Hyde, Mr. Percy Ewing or Telford Vernon; Roy Vernon was like an X Hyde or Buster Staine, Ernest Williams or Fred Menzies as Gigs and Leo and Carl Mahler. Those two cursed for spite, and this was the love of Belize and the friendship. Yes, born here, love it, and even with my hardship now at my age, even death looks sweet to me. So, most of you cannot tell me one sh__ about this Belize City.
 
I do know the parents of most of today’s middle agers. I left this country from 1944, and had always remembered the good people, and some of the bad ass ones, those of us who used to act as the dead end kids.  Thank you, Mr. Charles Hyde, X and Charles for twisting this old brains and the friendship. Yes, Belize has gone through hell and high water; but as Gerald once said, if you born there, you born there. Man cannot change the time of God, but God can change the time of man; and with all the bullsh__, we have just witnessed this. So, come hell or high water, time, man and country must change.
 
Belize has been a blessing to most of us, and a lot, lot more to our young people, if we start leading them in the right direction. Just let me hope that Mr. Barrow leads with no fear, and stands up to all without any malice, and do not let Mr. Price’s movement die. The man had put his soul into his work, also Mrs. Bailey; and the country must learn the God given truth for the country to stay on the right track, for the sake of the children.
 
Children, it is 8 p.m. Do you know where your parents are?
 
Parents, it is 8 p.m. Do you know where your children are?
 
Smokey Joe                    

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Features — 12 February 2008 — by Smokey Joe
All things work together for good. After thirty years, the Americans and the Italians have decided to open up their Pandora’s Box worldwide, so start listening for some strange sounding names. This is supposed to be bigger than big, and they are talking about big time corruption. After five days of Belize’s weak election, I must wonder why. So I will flash my mindset way back to an old song on Water Lane in the forties. “Sly mongoose, yu name gone abroad.” There is something very strange about this.
 
The Mafia covered the Teamsters union for many years under Jimmy Hoffa, with one Belizean by the name of Charlie Folks, who was known in union circles as Hoffa’s right hand man. They had sold land to Sammy Davis and Richard Roundtree at Caye Chapel, which was a master golf course in Belize. 
 
Whenever government falls, the s—t always get stinker. I do believe that we here have a lot to learn about this American and Italian Pandora’s Box. Hell, it is not even five days yet, and we start getting drippings from Uncle Sam and Italy. As I have always said coming from Malcolm X – study the man and learn his ways. From Bishop Desmond Tutu – what is good for the goose, must be good for the gander. But that does not work all the time. If it did, we would have less murders here.
 
Just imagine Italy and America picking up Belize at the same time. Any fool here must wonder why it is a fact that most of these people own more land here than we do, and more businesses than we do. The Mafia is big in New York and Italy, so you are talking about tons of money for a poor ass country. And only the so-called poor know who the hell they know or who they are.
 
Everybody in the world knows how rich we are except us. We are a country with untold wealth. Like everything else, you use poverty to bulls—t others, and here it works like a clock. Twenty million from a country that cannot even produce a twenty dollars US, and you think that you are smart to borrow that kind of cash to fool the world, without even thinking of your own destruction. Indeed your bulls—t has backfired on your ass, and you multitudes of suckers have been left with your corrupt mindset.
 
It might just be a way for you to take care of your own problems, because there is no way you can run. Just check your earnings – incoming and outgoing, and for sure your ass will be caged. You have violated the laws by thievery. You have created most of this poverty, by thievery. So what you get is well deserved. Even a ten-year prison time will be a blessing for your stupidity. Time will tell. It was your game, and you played it.
 
All of a sudden Belize has become black. I have listened to all kinds of bulls—t about Mr. Barrow’s child or children. I know the man as I have known A. P. Wallen, or all the older people who have lived here with all the mentality we have here – good, bad and different. Not one ass here should be afraid to speak their own mind. Remember this was a Crown Colony. You were a subject before you became human. Our elderly were very proud of this land, because this was all they had. And they made it liveable for self, children and grands.
 
How in the hell we have become so stupid to the point now that we are walking backwards? Just look at our children – who in the hell is responsible for their lawlessness in our streets? The Tarzan and Jane bullshit has turned reality years ago. You do not wipe the black paint off and come back to life. Your ass is dead now, and that is the reality.
 
Every act here was done by design, for the love of money – two sirs and one lord. So what in the hell is a title in a poor ass country? Deep respect for George and Edney. They were young, gifted and black, and most asses here did not even know. 
 
Belize, you had a Bill Gates right here in some of us, in this Crown Colony. You had a Clifton Pinks. You had an A. P. Wallen. You had a Percy Hyde; you had a Charles Hyde; you had a Raymond and a Norman Young. You had a Robert Cleland, who started at B.E.C. the same time Sir Edney Cain started to work for the Crown. You had a Percy Ewing; a Donald Flowers. Matter of fact, we had parents that cared. With all their hardships, their children came first.
 
Looking back at Santos Diaz, he used to fight the three Yearwoods – Henry, Carl and Phillip, three times weekly. The other two days belong to Nacho and Raymond Coye. Friendship was truly a blessing from God in our time. This is your time to– enjoy the country, and God will bless you with long life.
 
Most of you young people need to talk with older people to know about life. This has never been a hard country to live in. Most asses come here to get rich, because the money is here. But the gainful employment is not. A hell of a lot more business, but less work. But this is by design against you, and you need to find out why. This country does not belong to every ass that comes here to live, where the school is open to their children, and closed to yours. You will become a lot poorer tomorrow than you are today. Indeed the other people are outdoing us. We and we alone must make the change. Again, this land is ours. God gave this land to us.
 
I am tired of asking where in the hell these guns are coming from. But then, this is Belize. What in the hell can you expect, with so much hate in our place.
 
The world, the flesh and the devil, we are no longer together. For God’s sake, let us try to live in peace. We all must talk to our young people, because if they do not learn one s—t, it is because we did not teach them one thing. Could some of these murders have been paid for? Yes, we are going backwards fast, and we are killing more now than ever. We are to blame for our connected failures, with those who are leading us backward for spite.   
 
For sure now the whole world is watching us more. We have made too many mistakes with taxpayers’ money, so much so that most of us have become parasites, where it is up to the government to be put into the position as a beggar for the people. This was pure bulls—t to please the money lovers of the country. O.K. There is a lot more to come. A new crowd for a bunch of old timers.
 
Children, it is 8 p.m. Do you know where your parents are? Parents, it is 8 p.m. Do you know where your children are?

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Features — 08 February 2008 — by Smokey Joe
The nights have a thousand eyes, and the day but one, and any jackass should know this. You listen daily to a bunch of twisted tongue asses. They are all saying the same thing about each other. Even the politics is pure s—t. All of this is strange to me, because it is the same people, the same bulls—t. The truth seems to be the hardest thing to get from these sycophants. Listening to the same story, your ass will always be in trouble. 
 
I came along when almost every street had a twenty-five cent whorehouse, and all that one needs to do is to remember a name. For sure God has blessed me with good memory. And for sure my memory is not going backward. We have been living with bulls—t now and then. 
 
The word today is education, but who the hell is getting it? Walk to school with the poor of the country, and get my point. Listen to the profanity from the ideal crowd, with their condoms bullshit. So who in the hell is destroying whom? 
 
Just follow the money, and at who owns all the businesses. You as the poor of the land do not own one s—t here. You can only buy. You have nothing to sell. So where does your money go or where does your education go? Right back into slavery with those heavy ass school bags that are twisting your spines. Who gets the money for your bags? Kindly put that in the proper perspective. Self-preservation is the first law of nature. You have been sold out years ago, and there is no way in hell you will change a money for a black dog. The bulls—t is stinker than you can smell it. 
 
Indeed the light posts and the water pipes belong to the company, but your ass is the one who pays the bills. Hell, you own the numbers. Just run this fact through your minds. Who in the hell planted those rocks at Rockville? For sure you will have to go back into the Bible.
 
At present we have more profiteers here than sandflies. They will turn anything into money for a profit. I must wonder whatever happened to the white Baron Bliss’ wheel chair that was given to our black Baron Bliss. Most of today’s educated people do not know one s—t about the white one or the black one. I have donated a few wheel chairs to Belize Hospital plus some crutches, and each time I came home I still see people with tree limbs under their arms for crutches. God has put everything in the country for wheel chairs and crutches. We talk about land of wealth untold, but do not do one s—t with it. Indeed we sit on our asses and wait for the prince of thieves to come and beg the world for us, as a bunch of poor ass people.
 
Just ask yourselves how much credit KREMANDALA has as a black owned business, and your ass will surely get this fool’s point. Augusto Quan is still here. The Chavannes are still here. Hell there are two Busters, one Benny, one Norman. Hop Sing has great grandchildren here now. Where in the hell did all our principles go?
 
Yes, this is my Belize, but this Guatemala football game has thrown my ass right into the cess pool. Because football is something that all of us should love. Do any of you ever stop to think if it was not for the pig, we here would not know one s—t about football? The pig bladder was the creation of the ball. Yabra, Barracks and Battlefield – the game was played, and to this day I have respect for all of us who played football. 
 
All the children my age had three meals per day. The Englishman principles – tea, dinner and supper. So I do not know one s—t about poverty. How in the hell we have become so poor in such a short time? Not one ass knows why or how. But still you have a whole lot of asses who came here in the forties, and are now richer than sin. So whose money are they using? 
 
You have gone to the place where you are living off pure bulls—t. Have you ever heard one ass ever say thank you, Mr. X Hyde, for your movement? All that you hear is how rich he is, while the three-card monty people keep private.
 
People, you are going from sugar to pure s—t, by putting the blame where you are told to put them. You are just like the two monkeys playing on one mouth organ.
 
My very first election here, and I am listening to a multibunch of cutthroats. As Nipsey Russell said, anytime poverty steps in, love will jump out the window, and this is now the direction you are in. As a people, you have lost sight of the country. Well your election time is here. This means that a few dollars are in circulation. So let me hope that some of you save some of your own money, because it is being stolen by hard-core criminals, whose only interest here is money and the good life.
 
Do you see any of these people at your funerals? And this is daily now. For sure with the outcome of this, most of you will learn exactly how barley grows. To know the man, you must learn his ways. You can always learn from a fool if you pay attention to one. And I am the biggest fool in this city right now. Anything that I write, if it is of interest to you, you can always check it out. The problem of this country is up to you – your lives and your children’s lives. They will pay for every s—t that you miss, even your great grands.
 
You born, you live and you die. And you will always be the laughing stock of the country, because you were not educated enough to protect your wealth untold. And all your children fall in the same sewer system and turn to be habitual beggars. Just look at yourselves – you had it, did not even know it, and gave it away. Or your ass was swindled out of your living.
 
Prison time will start to come up very soon, and we all will see the power of God in a crooked ass country. Trust me. There will be some prison time, because my mindset is working in this direction.
 
Parents, it is 8 p.m. Do you know where your children are? Children, it is 8 p.m. Do you know where your parents are?

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Features — 05 February 2008 — by Smokey Joe
We are living in the world, the flesh and the devil, with a cross breed of infidels. You have asses here who are selling the country’s ass backward, for the glory of a football game, and a disgrace to all of us in the bottom, where the money stops. The fifth columnist is at work, and not one ass seems to care. Check the names, and you can pinpoint who the hell I am talking about.
 
From your independence to now, the country has become full of freeloaders of all description, and this amounts to pure second-hand bullsh——-s, who used to run like crabs in August. These are whom you have made superior to yourselves. 
 
Just look at your poverty. Then go back to Cheddi Jagan, Eric Williams, Maurice Bishop, the Manleys, Papa and Baby Doc, Noriega, and Fidel Castro, who is the closest one to a Nelson Mandela with guts and blood. Our country has moved fifty years backward, where stealing has become very profitable. What the hell do you have left but your poverty? They have it all, and you have the paper bag full of it, and that is exactly what you will take to your grave with you.    
 
You have been hustled from day one. The man opened his mouth, and you closed yours, and then he tells you how to think. He leads, and you follow. So this bulls—t has become a death trap for our young people, who cannot even find their own way in a backward society that is destroying them for the value of the dollar.
 
Then you take the football idiot who has become a normal ass kisser for a dollar. His intentions are to destroy us all for his little bulls—t glory. That might just cost his life for his stupidity, because this country is for sale in due time, and your leaders are looking everywhere for help. Follow the money and you will find the truth. 
 
Follow the language and you will find the truth. Most of us do not even know that sixty percent of the people we have learned to hate were speaking more than six languages before they got here to this place called British Honduras. Just pay attention to your slave mentality and you will find over one thousand languages in Africa. And the lies have always multiplied. Just like yesterday the Mayans were never here. So who in the hell controls the Mayan sites and money? Who in the hell controls the African mindset and money?
 
If you do not know how to swim, never jump into deep water. This is exactly what the bulls—t is about this one football game. We have lived, but have not learned one s—t. To find the realities of life, our children need to go all the way back to King Tut. If you are looking at a military force, most of you need to go back to the “World Of Facts 1999” – Guatemala over eleven million people, over forty thousand soldiers. So your ego is finished with one thousand soldiers. This is just the price you must pay for stupidity. If a football game is so important to you, the man will beat your ass in your own jungle, and leave you there to die. Hell, you have gotten lost in your own bushes before. Let us just see how good the truth will come out this time.
 
This will be to their benefit this time. And to your stupidity. For three weeks I could not think of one s—t to say about a football game, and then the words just flow, and the bad news just goes with wicked money. 
 
A few years ago I spoke out on racism, and I included the young lady who is married to the young Espat, and included young Mr. C. Hyde, whose sister is married to the young man. You bet your ass there was racism and nepotism, and that came out later, and more so than then. Just look at the way this bulls—t is fit in, and every living ass is beginning to see it. I do not believe that this has any effect on the two men, who have handled themselves well.
 
This might just help the country out of its problems. So mistakes are an act of God for all of us, and not one ass can go through life without any. So we live and so we learn. Everyday we are now getting a murder, every Christ day, and this seems o.k. to a lot of people here. But then why so many by our young people? Could this be a well-made plan by the profiteers?
 
This bulls—t poverty is well planned, and for sure we are living by it.   Every ass here with tax payers’ money knows who are poor. They know who the hell to call poor, and that is you who cannot find food, much less a place to rest. Hell, you have been the work force for this country as British subjects and slaves. Most of these people came after you and today you are second class to them, because you have put yourselves in that bulls—t position. Wake up.
 
Most of these people were poorer than you when their ass got here. Check your own history. This is your land. You have pampered these bullsh——-s for too long. You have given them superior mindset, like they are better than you. Well, you came as slaves, and they came poor, poor ass rats. Look at their movements. Look at their ways. Who the hell Baron Bliss left his money for? And that is before most of them got here. They started grabbing early in life here. They followed the money. 
 
Just look back at Sir Edney Cain, about sixty years as a civil servant — the British money, the Crown money, the slaves’ money, and in death not even one good. Find out the story about Mr. Cornelius Cacho, another civil servant, and you will get lone bulls—t. Our children need to know more about these two.
 
Not one s—t surprises me here except the strange names. For sure I have lived in some strange places, so I learned to understand the bulls—ts of life. The name of Dr. Anderson, I planted in my brains, like many others who have used us for a s—t pot. But then, I never look back in anger.
 
How the hell you smell was of no interest to me. It is how you think, and I know that about most, because I am one of the local street boys. So do not be surprised at anthing I say. I was born with a free mind. I have always lived free, and cared about my friends.
 
All of a sudden money has become everything here, so much so that it is just a few people can eat, and not one ass cares about that. This is truly Belize today, and every ass has a word for the so-called poor of the land. Start from the Caribbean Sea. Those that you have despised, the slaves, the Mayans, who have just given us a golden rule – believe in yourselves, and the seafaring Caribs. Their life was the sea. For those of you with your corrupted minds that have turned them against each other, the Mayans have just exposed your fickle asses, and thank God for that.
 
Children, it is 8 p.m. Do you know where your parents are? Parents, it is 8 p.m. Do you know where your children are?

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Features — 31 January 2008 — by Smokey Joe
Why in the hell a caged bird will sing? Just check the word “depression,” and you will sing your ass straight into the crazy house. You people are living in a stressful country and you do not even know why. 
 
I was sold into slavery in 1944. Can anyone tell me, out of eight hundred of us, how many of us have lived to get back to Belize? Money talks and bulls—t walks.    
 
For sure the so-called poor are using lone bulls—t for money. All of us here are dumb, deaf and blind. You all do not see one s—t, smell one s—t, or even hear one s—t. Most of you have become beggars in a country of wealth untold. Not one ass listens to that, because the begging process is imbedded in your minds. So you will never know what the hell you have in your own country.    
 
The thieves and the bullsh——-s and the con artists have no use for you at all. Just look at them, then look at yourselves. The most important thing here is that you as black people, do not listen to one s—t.  The man spit it out, and you as a goat swallow it. This is how your weak educated minds work. The bull is there and you accept it, so you become inferior and they superior. They come and their bulls—t spread like sugar candy.
 
I do not write this column for my health. This is a matter of principles and facts. So the likes and dislikes do not bother me at all. The truth is here. The rest is up to you. Clear conscience I have. 
 
There are enough names here every week to ask questions to get the facts. You study the man and learn his ways. Almost all of us can learn from a fool. As I am looking at Belize now, I am looking at a whole bunch of fools, because for sure when you spit in the air, it will always fall in your face. Look at yourselves and then look at them. Hell, you have put yourselves in your own trash cans because your intention is to be inferior to them.
 
None of us here needs to be inferior. We came with the land, as subjects with the slaves and the land. So how in the hell we have gotten so low? Your low mindset has put your ass in this position.   
 
Just look at the position you have put yourselves into. You have reduced yourselves into weak mindedness, because of bad mindedness against each other. You have created your own traits against each other. Your problems are yours. You have made yourselves second-class citizens in your own country. 
 
Anyhow, life goes on, and for sure it is up to you to straighten out your country. It is up to you to put the liars and the thieves in their proper perspective, because your burden is stronger than you can bear.
 
You look at yourselves, then look back at your grandparents and then your children, and this bulls—t is compounded easily – three generations of pure bulls—t and you are still the goats, and you are getting deeper in poverty in a so-called poor ass country.   But others get rich, and you become kings of the flies. 
 
The country is going backward, and this football bulls—t is pressing on my mind. But then, if you have leaders that cannot lead, just ship their ass to Guatemala with the team.
 
Parents, it is 8 p.m. Do you know where your children are? Children, it is 8 p.m. Do you know where your parents are?

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