That's a lot of 'p** p**' and 'bum bum' in one song! I trust Kent is firing off a stern letter of complaint to Andrew and Babsy about their lack of refinement. Have mi b**ty just a jump and a bum, bu, bum, bu, bum."
And one of her most famous songs is called A So Mi Like It officially, but among the natives is known by Trumpean phraseology: 'Skin out mi p** p**'. Still, they had to know that Spice's output, however high-quality, does tend to centre around her groin. There were empty seats, despite star athletes, an exciting line-up of performers, and $80 million down the hole.īut it's clear they intended to really get people's attention by whatever means necessary! And how was that to happen? You guessed it - they wanted to grab them by the 'Lawd, have mercy'.īecause right after an uplifting gospel performance, there came DJ Spice, which is an interesting juxtaposition, sort of like how FLOW puts porn channels right next to religious ones. Just after having that purifying anti-Trump thought, I tuned into the government-sponsored function to honour the Rio athletes. When I heard that last one, like decent chaps everywhere who have never thought, and certainly never said anything remotely like that, I wondered to myself, "What could ever induce a man to say such a thing?" Even RuPaul, the famous cross-dressing performer, has accused Donald of groping his 'mangina'. Listen to Trump and it's only afterwards that you realise he's just inappropriately groped your mind-boobs and date-raped your sensibilities. You can do anything - grab them by the 'lawd, have mercy!'" Most memorably, he has added a new phrase to our political lexicon: "And when you're a star. Hillary: "It's just awfully good that someone with the temperament of Donald Trump is not in charge of the laws in our country." "You're fired!" "Low-energy Jeb!" "Hilary 'Rotten' Clinton". Say what you want about The Donald, he has a true gift for memorable phraseology that riles up the refined. By the time they can read, they're reciting Kartel and Spice like biblical passages, and if an innocent wrestles with the editorials, they'll be worse corrupted by politics than by a likkle word or two.Īnyway, with that as apologetic preface, I still have to ignore the kentish rules to discuss Donald Trump. Still, please get real! No child's virginal eyes are encountering these words for the first time in The Gleaner.
So I shelved the idea of challenging him to a duel. My first thought: This spokesgirl is too obviously enthused with censorship! So I penned a response titled 'Kent Gammon 'fraid ah 'p** p**', dealing, naturally, with the centrality of this word.īut then it dawned on me that the guy sorta had a point, protesting against creeping vulgarity. Sign up for The Gleaner’s morning and evening newsletters.
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