Jamaican Till I Die!

If Jamaica had a referendum today, on adopting the Caribbean Court of Justice (CCJ) and on becoming a Republic, I would gladly vote YES on both counts . The UK and the British Monarchy to me serves no purpose to our daily lives, it contributes NOTHING to our daily lives. Which is why, I am at a lost as to why we are still the Monarchy of Jamaica and have the Queen to the Right of Jamaica as Head of State. Every now and then one of those useless Royals stop by for a wave, put on a Rasta wig, act the fool and dance around and as a result, some idiots in Jamaica feel privileged for the little Royal attention and I wonder why. The Commonwealth is a useless and worthless organization. The Commonwealth adds no economic or social value or benefit to our lives and if it did not exist tomorrow nothing would change. YET we dance around these useless colonial institutions as if our lives depend on it. AND I WONDER ...WHY? I am thinking that, after 300 years or slavery and colonization we are

A rule change under the Obama Administration, required egg producers using the label “USDA Organic” to provide real outdoor space for hens, rather than enclosed porches. The Trump administration just reversed that. The only animal I feel comfortable farming are Chickens and that is because I grew up farming Chickens. It was my responsibility, to make sure they were fed and watered and to make sure they were safe and sound in their coops at nights. In the mornings before heading out to school it was my job to let them out of the coop, then feed and water them. The reaction you get in the mornings as you walk towards their coop is second to none, as they started going crazy with anticipation of being let out, to run free. Feathers fluffed and shake, some run for a dirt or sun bath, others run around flapping their wings, taking brief flight. Then after a while the hens would go back in one by one to lay their eggs. Animals need to roam, to feel free to forage for food. Happy hens wi

I spent a lot of my childhood living in an Alternate Universe. Whenever I was sad, had a fight with my sisters or could not get my own way or just wanted to be alone, I would escape into my Alternate Universe. Much of who I am today, my sense of right and wrong of justice, I developed while living in my Alternate Universe where the lines between good and evil was almost always defined. My Alternate Universe, was the comic and cartoon world and the men who help shaped that world was 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐧 𝐋𝐞𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐊𝐢𝐫𝐛𝐲. The heroes fighting the villains to protect simple people and the world. It was not only the heroes who helped shaped my outlook of life, but also the villains. The hero was only as good as the villain he or she defeats. The more powerful the villain the more powerful and resourceful must be the hero. My love for cartoons went hand in hand with my love for comics and I spent most of my lunch money buying comics. I had a very large collection and swapped