Vultures on Rampage

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By O’meekey O. Ovienmhada.

Call them PENGASSAN, NUPENG, NURTW, RTEAN, or ASUU.

Call them by whatever name.

It is analogous to putting lipstick on a pig.
It remains a pig.
Unions are an abberation to Free Enterprise.
Without free enterprise, wealth cannot be built, an economy cannot stand.

This is no longer in the realm of theory. It is a Law. In Social Scientific circles, “effect of Unions on growth of economy” can be measured. We can look at the Soviet Union. We can look at the eventual collapse and bow of Socialism to Capitalism in 1994.

We can look at the United Kingdom before and after Margaret Thatcher.

I was on a PAN AM flight in June 1984, when I first read about Deng Zhao Ping’s ascendancy to power, and his intention to build capitalist cities as pilot projects to prove the benefits of capitalism.

He established Special Economic Zones.
I remember screaming on that flight—“Yes!!!!! finally someone is thinking!”

Deng is the reason why China has become factory
to the world and is effectively now, going by what we see in America today, the number one country on earth!

There’s one more thing they need to do to dominate the world for the next 100 years—-make English an official language. It will be a mind bogglingly blowout move. It will have an effect of 10,000 Atomic bombs in economic output. China will be unbeatable in the next 100 years until they get foolhardy as America has become, fighting uneconomically beneficial culture wars.

Unions will kill Dangote refinery. The man needs to seek special legislation dispensation from the National Assembly to protect his plant as a National Asset especially as it is located in an Export Free Zone.

Dangote Refinery must be insulated from vultures for the sake of the health and prosperity of the Nigerian peoples.

Enough said.

A SLIPPERY SLOPE.

Does anyone remember James Comey? He’s that tall guy, white, cut from the Creme de la crēme de la ‘creme of White Supremacy American elite class.
First in his class, destined for greatness.

Until he met Donald Trump.

On the other hand, the Trump family history is legendary Horatio Alger. It is the inspiring story of an American Dream.

You can see the struggles of his grandfather.
It’s documented history. You can see how his own father picked up the baton and ran his race.

And then, we can all see how Donald picked up the baton to run the final leg not only to become the fanciest real estate developer America has ever known, but also parlaying that success to 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue.

This is classic Horatio Alger. Rags to riches, tailor made for Hollywood.

In the mind of a Screen
writer for a Hollywood movie or a Playwright for Broadway, a class clash was therefore inevitable when these two men sat at dinner.

The President—“hey, big guy, can you see your way through to let Mike Flynn go?”
Comey: “Not a chance in hell!”

The President: “I’m no dyed-in-the wool politician. This is why the people elected me. I need your undiluted loyalty to make things work, fast, furious and super efficient, just like my iconic buildings. Where do you stand?”

Comey: “O Lordy!”

The President: “This (unprintable) has no idea the (unprintable) he’s messing with.”

The President: (In true New York, New York accent).
(Your (three letter word) is fired!).

Comey went into oblivion.

He’s in the news again. This time, he’s on the road to financial ruin. He will bleed, trying to get lawyers to defend his (three letter word) from going to prison for 5 years. Here are the odds he faces.

A very angry man.
A man whose powers have been increased and quadrupled by a very RED Supreme Court;
An angry Democratic Party who will not rise to his defense because they believe he was a major factor in denying Hilary the presidency in 2016; and finally, a Justice Department that is eager to please His Royal Highness.

Who will save James Comey?

What will save James Comey?

It would probably be safe to say, only a Supreme Court that wakes up to the realization that if they do not save Comey from this Executive overreach, they might be next.

NIGERIA, APROPOS 2027.

The clouds are gathering. Perennial presidential wannabes have formed a new group. It’s called the ADC. It is run by three old men in their 80s.

If we were to draw a picture of the Nigerian political situation today, it would be of three withering Lions in the Blue Corner trying to defend a Pride versus the proud Lion King in the Red Corner of the Ring, with all the instruments of power—-the power of the purse, the power to appoint the referee and scorers, the power to build the very Ring in which the fight will take place, and finally, the power to determine the audience.

As Americans would say: the ADC has their work cut out for them. This is another way of saying “Brotherly,” to borrow a word from “To Kill a Monkey,” (O by the way, it is a must watch on Netflix), “the road ahead is gonna be hard.”

SECURITY.

By now in Nigeria, everyone knows someone who knows someone who has been kidnapped. The issue no longer needs to be flogged.
The kidnapping industry fetched N2.3 Trillion for its directors and shareholders in 2024.

This is what we need to do now. Everyone must hashtag—-“State Police Now.”

I rest as I remain Yours Faithfully. Be safe until we meet again next week. Goodbye and Goodluck.

O’meekey O. Ovienmhada.