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We didn't know before, but we know now. Dr Ewart Brown is an excellent skier. That was a long hip-twisting ankle-turning slalom run from June 11-20. It ended with a flourish - at the bottom of the slope. Downhill all the way.

      This island is now led by a man who - in a biracial nation - sees any white protestors as a 'mob'. Who sees all critics as disloyal. Who, in his five-in-the-morning speech, showed that deep in his mind, he sits inside a black fortress under siege from surrounding enemies. A man who thinks that Constitutions are things to be pee'd on. It is this last one that I find odd.

      If a Constitution is something to be pee'd on - as Bermuda's Constitution just was - then surely that same Constitution should not be used as a protective blanket. That seems illogical as well as smelly and dirty. Unclean even. Surely nice people, us nice Bermudians, don't do that. My friends and acquaintances don't.

      But that is what has happened.

      Dr Ewart Brown - as I write, still Premier of Bermuda - pee'd on the Bermuda Constitutional Order, 1968 - Bermuda's Constitutional blanket.

He did that by going outside its bounds and making that deal with the U.S.. He continued peeing on it by not informing Bermuda's Cabinet - his fellow Ministers - of his personal political actions.  Before zipping up his fly, he shook himself and sprinkled the last droplets over the farthest reaches of that Constitutional blanket. He sprinkled on the Commissioner of Police, the Governor, we voters. Final insult? He sprinkled on his own PLP party and all its members.

       He did not stop there. After all those personal, private, and hidden actions, he strode into Bermuda's House of Assembly, picked up that stinking pee'd-on blanket, and wrapped himself in its smelly folds. With help, Dr Brown then used that blanket to defy that 70 per cent of Bermuda's electorate who had declared their displeasure with his breach of the Constitution, his treatment of his Cabinet, his treatment of his PLP Party members, and the Bermuda electorate.

It was his wrapping himself in a despised and still wet pee-soaked blanket that was odd. It is not what nice people do.

     If BCO1968 is not worth the fabric it is written on, then no provisions of BCO1968 should apply. Now I am a dab hand with a gun, and I like guns. My left hand has been caressing and cradling gunstocks and my right index finger curling around triggers for over 54 years. My eyesight may not be as good as it once was, but a modern assault rifle in three-round burst mode - and some extra ammo - compensates very nicely for that.

     If BCO1968 is worthless, then all the laws made under it are equally worthless. I should, therefore, be able to equip myself with an AK47 or M4 and go shooting, right? On the other hand, if BCO1968 is a lawful and proper document, then I cannot even possess an AK47. Make sense?

     I believe that BCO1968 is a proper document. I believe that it binds me, empowers me, protects me. But Dr. Ewart Brown doesn't seem to agree with that.  If he did, he too would see it as a document whose sentences and clauses cannot be ignored. If Dr Brown has the right to ignore it, then so do I - and so do you - and so does the Court Street gunman (who, presaging Dr. Brown, already has).

The same thing applies to the PLP Party Constitution. As a constitution, it is junior to BCO1968. Perhaps, in Dr. Brown's eyes, that makes it easier to pee on. If one constitution has no value, then all constitutions have no value. In that case, all that matters is opportunity, force, advantage. Social chaos replaces the rule of Law.  Bullets can replace ballots.

      Clearly, BCO1968 must be accepted as our Constitutional basis. Clearly, it must be adhered to. Just as clearly, it has been breached.

     Something's still bothering me. Dr Ewart Brown chose to cloak himself in that pee'd-on blanket. But why did all those already sprinkled on PLP MP's just sit there and publicly support him? Didn't they see something odd? Didn't they notice a smell? Was Dale Butler the only man with feelings, a nose, and principles?

      What a pong! Hold your nose when a PLP MP comes near!

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