As Guyana is led to low carbon diversion, the nation grown despondent and madness prevails - literally.
Our hearts cry out for the battered and killed women who can only be the victims of growing madness within the populace as depression and poverty leads people to drugs and alcoholism.
Kudos to Dr. Ian McDonald for an EXCELLENTLY written article. His article entitled "our corner of this murdering star" is well written about the plight of the battered and murdered women.
So much effort and money is wasted behind the LCDS - which will bring no economic benefit to Guyana. While the lotto and petrocaribe funds are being wasted by the spendthrift Government, the nation bleeds - and goes mad!
Here is a part of Dr McDonald's article:
I cannot escape the terrible feeling that such pitiless cruelty goes beyond brutality and mad violence. An element of pure evil enters the equation
The English poet Thomas Lowell Beddoes wrote a play called Death’s Jest Book which he began in 1828 but which was not published until his suicide in 1849. In this tragedy one of the characters declares the whole world dammed:
There’s man in every secret corner of her
Doing dammed wicked deeds. Thou art, old world,
A hoary, atheistic, murdering star.
The litany of horror that fills the news day after day is endless and numbing.
In our small corner of this murdering star there seems to be no relief. I thought the worst in a lengthening dossier of atrocious domestic crimes was when I read a month or two ago of the torturing, beating and stabbing to death of Sharmin McKay of Bare Root. The man battered her to a pulp, forced kerosene down her throat and stabbed her with a long fork and knife until they broke in her. Blood runs cold.
But such horror soon meets its match in these terrible times. Lately, I have learned of Kathleen Mo-A-Lin who had three children – she was bludgeoned and poisoned to death, her mouth glued shut to prevent her spitting out the poison. Who knows what new horror awaits around this corner of our murdering star?
I cannot escape the terrible feeling that such pitiless cruelty goes beyond brutality and mad violence. An element of pure evil enters the equation. It is easy these days to share the dark and baleful view of the poet/priest John Donne who saw man as sinful through and through even from the first moment of his conception: “There in the wombe,” he wrote in one of his sermons, “we are fitted for workes of darkness, all the while deprived of light. And there in the wombe we are taught cruelty, by being fed with blood…”