Nutshell
Acceptance is the first step!
So all the Swan fellows swooped down to Hyde in a park. Where they made the most colossal fuss about the election. But the highlight as always was Fonny Boy, who declared to all and sundry, “I am the People’s President, and I won’t hesitate to say it!” Subsequently, he told us wild asses, “(Mahin-deer) is the Rogue President.” Hmmm… Fonny, did you not catch the election day results on the news? Or did your room by the Lakeside come without a TV? Aiyo aiyo!!
No cake for you!
And the organisers at this most convivial protest obviously wanted to keep the crowd on their toes. So much so that no seating was available except for the platform. Which was well and good for us wild asses. However it seemed that some of the Swan boys have been enjoying too many buth packets. Because several of them huffed and puffed, but couldn’t bring themselves to sit down. So instead they offered their seats to others. Well at least chivalry is not dead! Sweet, no?
Gentlemen, burn your ballots!
Everyone has been shouting about burned ballot papers in Ratnapura and Gampaha. So our intrepid Die-hard Dissanayake was probably thinking of examining them. But before he could finish pondering Lakshman-Yap-a-lot-Abeywardene went live shouting, “It’s fake, yakkos!” No need for an independent inquiry then. Yap-a-lot has done Die-Hard’s job for him! Sha…
Mahanayake, forgive them…
Then the swooning Swans were most upset by Yap-a-lot and toddled off to the Mahanayake with the ballots. The government of course came up with a gem. They said perhaps the Swans should be filing election petitions with the Supreme Court within the 21 day deadline. Instead, they were too busy running behind monks waving burnt ballot papers! True, very true!
De-ja vu?
All us wild asses know that Fonny is a sore loser. He really doesn’t want to play second fiddle. A little birdy whispered that Fonny boy was offered the post of Deputy Leader of the Green Team. To that Fonny leaped about in a fury and said “No!” What’s more, he wants to contest the general elections with the same Swan squad, complete with symbol! And the Swans rushed about in a huff wondering what to do. All this reminded us wild asses of a certain boy who also never changes his tune but refuses to give up his post. *Cough* Ra-kneel *cough* Ha ha!!!
Uncle?
And then our dear Mahin-deer asked all board directors to resign from their posts. No child, not because he wants to give them all fun retirement packages to the Ba-ha-mas. Or even Trincomalee. No no, these fellows are now rushing about in a panic, worrying that they’ll be left with nothing. Word is, they’re worried Ma-hin-deer wants to fill these posts with his loving supporters. Only problem is, he’s run out of brothers to appoint. Perhaps a cousin, second twice removed? Tee hee!