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01 July 2017

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I liked the article written at Bob Banter in Nagaland Post 2009/5/17 at time of Indian elections.

Can you hear the drums? The drumbeats of victory, the triumphant march, the dancing on the streets, the firecrackers, as results pour in. But suddenly a change; same humble face that begged you for votes, same pleading voice who promised the moon, now stares arrogant, scornful from TV screen and begins his real agenda: His campaign is over, you voted him in, now his true colours.

A powerful senator dies and his soul arrives at the Pearly Gates, where he is met by St. Peter, Welcome to Heaven,” says St. Peter. “Before you settle in, it seems there is a problem. We seldom see a high official around these parts, you see, so we’re not sure what to do with you.”

“No problem, just let me in,” says the senator. “Well, I’d like to but I have orders from higher up. What we’ll do is have you spend one day in Hell and one in Heaven. Then you can choose where to spend eternity.”

And with that, St. Peter escorts him to the elevator and he goes down, down, down to Hell. The doors open and he finds himself in the middle of a green golf course. Nearby are all his friends and other politicians who had worked with him. They run to greet him, hug him, and reminisce about the good times they had while getting rich at the expense of the people. They play a friendly game of golf and then dine on lobster and caviar.

Also present is the Devil, who really is a very friendly guy and who has a good time dancing and telling jokes. They are having such a good time that the time flies, before he realizes it, the senator has to go. Everyone gives him a big hug and waves while the elevator rises.

The elevator goes up, up, up and the door reopens on Heaven where St. Peter is waiting for him. “Now it’s time to visit Heaven.”

The next 24 hours pass with the senator joining a group of contented souls moving from cloud to cloud, playing the harp and singing. They have a good time and, before he realizes it, the 24 hours have gone by and St. Peter returns.

“Well then, you’ve spent a day in Hell and another in Heaven. Now choose.” The senator reflects for a minute, then answers, “Well, I think I’d be better off in Hell!”

So St. Peter escorts him to the elevator and he goes down to Hell. The doors of the elevator open and he is in the middle of a barren land covered with waste and garbage. He sees all his friends, dressed in rags, picking up trash and putting it in black bags.

The Devil comes over to him and lays his arm on his neck. “I don’t understand,” stammers the senator. “Yesterday I was here and there was a golf course and a beautiful club and we ate lobster and caviar and danced and had a great time. Now there is only a wasteland full of garbage and my friends look miserable.”

The Devil looks at him, smiles and says, “Yesterday we were campaigning. Today you voted for us!”

And after you’ve laughed, can you hear the drums even louder? Oh, they’re coming back to give you a barren land with waste and garbage, with all of us dressed in rags, picking up the trash they throw out of their BMWs, Mercedes and oh yes the bullet proof Ambassador cars we’ve gifted them with. For the next five years we’ll see same hell again!

Misdemeanour it may be, but if judgement was of harsher sentencing, the nation may not have sufficient resource for confinements let alone corrective enticements.

Governor Gary Juffa this past week is reported as saying "...perhaps the judiciary..." as if to trump his suggestion about "...Police and Defence commands..."

Here and there (as in Oro) a new school classroom building is opened in the days of 2017 election voting. Koim and Walton draw out the extension of haus krai as methodology. Nod and wink already has folk in the know, and providing traffic continues its crawl-along, no state of blockage is admitted.

Collectively, campaigning's context, crowding's confront, celebrating's conduct, customizing's leashes on leader (the words take a stretch), may be of the wiggle way and backtrack, yet traffic seems not too caught up. Criminalising shortcuts may have effect more of pen on pages than of police on paths.

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