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Stupid is as stupid does

Tuesday, January 13th, 2009

Are we seriously, unabashedly and mind-numbingly this stupid?

First we are told that the “old” Piarco airport (you know, the one that was abandoned in favour of the new multi-million dollar “barn” design) would be refurbished for the sole purpose of processing the arriving dignitaries for the Fifth Summit of the Americas – a gala affair for which there was also talk of leasing 200 BMWs for use by heads of state during the 3 days of the summit. Because of course, it would be gauche to expect the upper crust to go through the same Customs and Immigration areas as the rest of us Plebeians, just as it would be unreasonable to expect them to be shuttled around in buses. I mean, where’s the wisdom in that? 200 more vehicles on the road adding to the traffic congestion makes much more sense than minibuses that can transport greater numbers of people using a smaller footprint.

They finally saw the light on that issue, but common sense, as my father used to say, is not that common. The next summit-related controversy was the erection of the Wall of Shame to block the festering sore that is Beetham Gardens. Because of course the money that is being poured into making Port of Spain “look good” for these three days of meetings wouldn’t change anything in the Beetham if it were used instead to fund community programmes and skills-building workshops. Our priorities are so skewed it’s heartbreaking.

And then there’s the icing on this rapidly falling cake. The bright idea that – wait for it – trees (yes, TREES surrounding the airport in which the summit attendees will not be arriving) pose such a security risk that they are all being sawed to the ground with great alacrity. Does anyone in this country think of long-term repercussions before they act? Or even short-term for that matter? Part of the summit’s agenda is to discuss environmental sustainability – does the ridiculous irony of this strike no-one but me? And does cost not factor into the equation either? Surely, in the face of a global economic crisis, cordoning off the relevant areas (or even stationing security personnel at the trunk of every tree) will be astronomically cheaper than hiring tree-cutters.

Oh…and one more thing. When Barack Obama takes office on January 20th, he will likely be the most targeted President in US history – and I’m willing to bet that all the trees around the White House (and, as a matter of fact, trees that may line his path on any of his travels) will remain intact.

That US Presidential Race

Thursday, October 30th, 2008

So we all know that politics is a game. But bear with me for a moment and let’s compare politics with sports. You’re a swimmer. Or a track and field sprinter. You’re in the home stretch. The finish line is so close you can almost touch it. What do you do? A smart athlete – a well-trained one – would keep his eyes on the prize and concentrate on running his own race. But what is McCain doing? He’s continuously looking over at the other lane, more concerned about the competition than he is about raising the level of his own performance. Such a tactic not only demonstrates a lack of self-confidence, it loses races. Athletic and presidential.

Besides which, McCain’s questioning of “whether this (Barack Obama) is a man who has what it takes to protect America from Osama bin Laden, al-Qaida and the other great threats in the world” is probably not the most advisable political path to follow. W, to whom McCain lent his support the overwhelming majority of the time, leaves, as part of his dubious legacy, the fallout from the 9-11 attacks on America. Can anyone forget how he continued to listen to that students’ reading for what seemed like forever after hearing the news of the attacks? And then waged war on Iraq, despite repeated confirmation from UN weapons inspectors that there were no “weapons of mass destruction” to be found and that Saddam Hussein’s regime had nothing to do with September 11. And to add insult to injury, never managed to find the real perpetrator of the attacks, despite threats of “smoking him out” from his cave. Followed, quite fittingly, by McCain’s promises to “follow Bin Laden to the gates of Hell.” So, really – who’s the candidate that Americans should be more concerned about when it comes to homeland security? The “experienced” maverick who can’t catch the outlaw despite two terms of his party being in office, or the “green” senator who intends to tackle foreign relations the smart way – by sitting down and discussing things?

If I could vote, you know where I’d be casting my ballot.

Voices without votes

Wednesday, February 6th, 2008

For everyone who understands the impact that US politics has on the rest of the world, you must check this out: a Global Voices/Reuters project highlighting what non-American bloggers think of the US Presidential election. Compelling reading.

The Great Carnival Escape: Day 7 – Costa Maya

Tuesday, March 7th, 2006



Me with Kana’ab

Originally uploaded by j58.

Go ahead. Try to find Costa Maya, Mexico on Google Earth. Betcha can’t. That’s because it’s not an actual town – it’s the name of the port that was built specifically with cruise ship tourism in mind. The town is Mahahual, and if you so much as blink while your bus passes through, you might just miss it entirely. But that hasn’t stopped shops, bars and (largely empty) brand-new hotels from springing up around it in the hope that it may just evolve into another Cancun. There’s a lot of investment riding on it – a fully-equipped deep water harbour and the typical “sun, sea and sand” offering to go with it. Can you say tequila?

The result is that the locals, much of whom are of Mayan ancestry, have more steady work. Real estate is picking up with promises of “owning a piece of paradise”, the buzz is circulating about this new destination. But with it comes the sacrifice of the simpler life, one that was more connected with the land. The land now seems to be yielding bounty of a different sort.

Not all Mexicans are comfortable with the change. My mother, stepfather, aunt and uncle who chose to do a “Reality Tour” in Costa Maya, met a Mayan family whose patriarch has sent his children to university to ready them for the developing world around them. But education has provided more than he bargained for – his kids are now more interested in iPods than in cocoa pods. It’s an interesting dilemma; one that will have to be constantly re-negotiated as the area grows to meet tourism demands, while struggling to hold on to the tradition that makes the destination different from any other.

Our experience in Costa Maya, by contrast, was again water-based and in many ways the highlight of the trip – we swam with dolphins! The Delphinus facility, 100% Mexican-owned, was impressive, stressing respect towards the mammals and providing a thorough safety briefing before we were even allowed in the water with them. I have to admit, I was in two minds about the whole thing, being the type that can’t stand to see birds in cages (or any wild animal in captivity for that matter). But I started to feel better as I learned more about the facility and saw how wonderfully the dolphins were being treated. Delphinus is involved in ongoing research projects about the life and reproduction of dolphins – international scientific studies have all pointed to the mental and physical benefits of human/dolphin interaction. The Costa Maya facility has had tremendous success with live births and often participates in the rescue and rehabilitation of stranded dolphins, so by the time I donned my life jacket and got into the water to meet Kana’ab (Mayan for Ocean), I was convinced that it would be a wonderful experience.

We spent about twenty-five glorious minutes in the water with Kana’ab and his cohorts, learning new things about the species and stroking their amazingly strong bodies as they swam alongside. In that short period of time, I was a child again, gleeful and wide-eyed. The feel of their skin was smooth, yet muscular, but the most enduring impression was made not by their physical presence, but by their spirit. Kana’ab seemed to feel especially comfortable with Mark, to the point where the trainer volunteered him to do most of the one-on-one interaction. As Mark said so aptly after the whole experience, “Dolphins have such pure souls.”