The Rants and Raves of Watchman

By Mathew K Jallow 
Like you, we were inundated with emails and phone calls, most displeased with the tone of what they determine a prolix spat, some glad that your underwhelming gladiator entry into this raucous needed to be stopped in its tracks, and still others questioning the very inutility of a spat that has served to distract from serious national matters. The dogfight is entertaining to some and almost boring to others, but even at the real risk of boring the audience with your spurious arguments, and discredited and tortured logic, I refuse to permit you the bragging rights of the last word. Yet despite your advantage of anonymity, you can never grind down the resolve for territorial protection in defense of pristine character and calm integrity. Your loud infatuation with hapless triviality and fixation with the absurd, calls into question your state of mind. The more someone reads your ranting, the more it has become evident that you are flustered by the incapacity to discern substance from hyperbole. But, since I will at this material time be less burdened by the demands of necessary distraction or weighed down by commitments to transactional endeavor, I will permit myself as much valuable time as it will require in continuing addressing your inordinate, almost psychotic arguments. Your cant ramblings clearly betray the contours of intellectual contusion and irksome paranoid. You have shown that miracles are possible; since you have proved one can be blue and black all at the same time. While you do sound intelligent, your perception of reality and sense of ethics and morality is disconcerting and out of sync with the dictates of a normal and calculating mind. Your totally unnecessary chest beating and your very infantile show of bravado as you came barging rudely onto the scene, is perfect fodder for ridicule; not adulation. The naiveté and ignorance that you exhibit is obviated by your stubborn resistance to reason and insistence on a squabble that is a creation of your confused and perhaps inebriated mind. So what are you going to do next? Eat someone? Perhaps, but it aren’t going us though; us the enemies you created in your head and we who have sunken you to depth of despair. Tragically, it is your professed hatred that is going to capture and incarcerate your heart in that realm of self destruction. Your last piece shows to what length you will go to discredit your self. For now from the protection of Antena, your accusatory and wandering mind has deviated to the Echo’s editorial policy. You are livid over what you perceive as The Echo’s shortcomings, but like I said, if it hurts, you have a choice; pop a pill of cyanide. Your tantrums are an expression of a weak heart and fragile mind; but more importantly, you are the one who detests worthy critical response to your sense of entitlement. It is your desire for us to roll over and take your insults and criticisms lying down; well your request has been categorically denied. After going through all your unnecessary heap of manure for commentary, it is hard to find any consistency in your arguments; but more than that, your vacuous reasoning shows the configuration of an impaired and delusional person. It is fascinating how one moment you came around with your tail tucked between your legs, apologizing profusely, but your frail mind threw temper tantrums when you desire for reconciliation was ignored, not with contempt, but out of the realization that you lack sober disposition and are given to subjective judgment and calculated distortion of fact. You also appear burdened by thoughts of my political aspirations; if you are, then it makes the two of us. I can assure you I have no stomach for the boisterous world of politics and despite my very public life in journalism; I am a very private person. I possess neither the zest nor the inclination to allow politics to turn my guarded refinement and cultured disposition into the topsy turvy world of venality that only the mean-spirited are hardy enough dwell in. So, rest assured that if you ever get our country back, while we are still alive, I will employ my tact, not in politics, but in the bureaucracy. Yes!!! It, therefore, stands to reason that I shun the public exposure required by the demands of political life, but more importantly, I can’t stand the cruel mendacity associated with the craft. The operant word for me is tell it like it is; this can be boorish, certainly, but at least not disingenuous; and that can’t be a bad thing. But, elsewhere, you rants are interspersed with insults and name-calling, sign of frustration and total lack of probity. Truth be told, if anyone needs the psychiatric services you are recommending for us, it will be you. Frankly, for a person who cannot distinguish the chaff from the nut, truth from fiction, you might want to have your brittle brain screened. Elsewhere, you take offence to my mentioning of diplomas; but knowing how I got to this station in life, I will go to the mountain top and scream my valued diplomas until the cows come home, and if that hurts, you know what to do; pop a cyanide pills. Finally, Yankuba says he has no initial M in his name, and to ask why you gave it to him; he also say to say hi. This devil Yankuba; but doesn’t he have a sense of humor. Think so. By the way, I will honor your desire for anonymity, but it might interest you to know that someone from U.K. emailed me your identity; name and first name, and you might be hiding in plain view. I guess.