Based on Dr. Anthony’s latest attack on Guy Mayers, the new chairman of the United Workers Party (UWP), I am moved to ask the following questions for public consumption:
When did Dr Anthony first know that Guy Mayers was the sole person responsible for IMPACS? Did he disclose this to anyone previous to his ranting and raving at Vieux-Fort last Sunday? Why didn’t he tell this to the people of Saint Lucia when he addressed them in March this year on IMPACS? Why did the former police commissioner have to suffer such humility and embarrassment, quitting his job, if someone else was responsible for IMPACS?
Belching stinkies like a drunken skunk-again; PEETAR!
EC$5000 says you cannot get atop the VFort Calvary Hill, with a megaphone- at high noon on a Saturday –
spewing such gaseous overly ripe eggs .
I doubt very much you ever visit – even with a contingent of Royal marines as escort.
You did spin much hay in said constituency-in your salad years, n’est pas?
Ah, the irony, oui!
How about an effigy of Peter Josie to celebrate GUY FAWKES DAY- a pyre atop the Morne will do , nicecly.
Your X-Mas card reads:
” You’re a mean one, Peetar Judas Josie
You really are a heel
You’re as cuddly as a cactus
You’re as charming as an eel, Peetar Judas Josie!
You’re a bad banana
With a greasy black peel!
You’re a monster, Peetar Judas Josie
Your heart’s an empty hole
Your brain is full of spiders
You’ve got garlic in your soul, Peetar Judas Josie!
I wouldn’t touch you with
A thirty nine and a half foot pole!
You’re a vile one, Peetar Judas Josie
You have termites in your smile
You have all the tender sweetness
of a seasick crocodile, Peetar Judas Josie!
Given the choice between the two of you
I’d take the seasick crocodile!
You’re a foul one, Peetar Judas Josie
You’re a nasty-wasty skunk
Your heart is full of unwashed socks
Your soul is full of gunk, Peetar Judas Josie!
The three words that best describe you
Are as follows, and I quote:
You’re a rotter, Peetar Judas Josie
You’re the king of sinful sots
Your heart’s a dead tomato splotched
With moldy purple spots, Peetar Judas Josie!
Your soul is an appalling dump heap
Overflowing with the most disgraceful assortment
Of deplorable rubbish imaginable
Mangled up in tangled up knots!
You nauseate me, PEETAR JOSIE.
With a nauseas super-naus
You’re a crooked jerky jockey
And you drive a crooked horse, PEETAR JOSIE!
You’re a three-decker
Sauerkraut and toadstool sandwich
With arsenic sauce!