Get the truth, and shame the devil

Aug 30, 2009

THIS telling of the truth will be the death of me: compulsive teller that I am! This time it concerns the frightening USA ex-Vice President, Dick Cheney. <br>

By John Nagenda

THIS telling of the truth will be the death of me: compulsive teller that I am! This time it concerns the frightening USA ex-Vice President, Dick Cheney.

Not the billions he made for himself and his company, Halliburton in Iraq, when he held the Number Two position in the Home of the Free, “where the deer and the antelope play!” Will he one day be charged in the highest courts of that land? Pigs might fly!

But on the question of what constitutes legal or illegal questioning of terrorists, let me confess that occasionally I sit in the same room with the Big Sneerer.

Consider: you hold someone likely to send the world to smithereens and time is not on your side.

However, your hardened “terrorist” is not forthcoming, despite milky cups of tea and rich biscuits.

Let’s draw the line at pulling nails with unwashed forceps, or introducing licking insects into the bad person’s eyes! But to frighten him that you are about to kill him, or commit nasties to his dearests, well, this strikes me as by far the lesser of the two evils.

There, it is out; let Society cross out my name from dinner tables.

But give a thought to those whose jobs entail them to do what we in horror shirk.

When I sat on the Human Rights Commission two decades ago, we wanted to hear what President Museveni might tell us about many things, including torture in war.

Protocol forbade him from being summoned, but not for him to invite us to lunch, and while there to discuss many things.

As to torture, he was quizzical: what amounted to torture, especially when crucially vital information was at stake? It was a moral issue but also a practical issue.

He mentioned (I trust I am not divulging State secrets) the burning of dry chillies in tunnels, against hardened enemies, where at stake was badly needed information, immediately.

I expressed my strong support, making the issue simpler by exaggerating it: Killing is wrong, but it is what wars deal in. Put in even more homely manner from scenes of my childhood at Namutamba: Adonia Sewanyana is walloping hell out of a man; chanting the while: Sikuba ggwe, nkuba Setani! (It is not you I am beating but Satan!) The beaten wretch doesn’t appear convinced.

Satan is nowhere to be found. Have I told this story before? Even mighty Bach re-used tunes many times over.

What is this hogwash that Uganda Government is about to lose its Lugogo sports centre-piece to Kampala City Council?

The City Council operates its duties under the Government – via the Ministry of Local Government.

The National Council of Sports operates under the Ministry of Education and Sport, a clear part of Government. Additionally, Government is soon taking over the direct running of its KCC. What nonsense that KCC can throw out the Government!

This rubbish was manufactured by the usual suspects, including nasty little crooks whose faces are perpetually smeared in the oil of what they devour!

Any money, here mentioned in billions, would attract a deduction or “commission”, to the usual well-known thieves at KCC and NCS.

Already valuable sports grounds have mysteriously disappeared, and still the thieves are licking their chops.

As usual the scum profit with impunity, while our national treasures are lost forever!

The Lugogo Sports Complex used to be much bigger than now, then the swine got going, selling off piece after piece.

Some worried people shouted at the time; Government was taking a nap. Not this time, surely!

When we (Ugandans) die, and should our hearts be cut open, they should show All-Con (or is that Alcon) International emblazoned thereon.

This company of Kenyan Asians is in the news again, having won a stunning 20,000,000,000 shilling bet from the Court of Appeal this Black Wednesday.

Won’t take up too much of your time, but the deeply corrupt company was thrown off its job of building the NSSF House in the mid-90s.

How corrupt? Its directors, of their own free will, stated they had gifted an NSSF chief boss of the day a huge cheque (which they photographed: signatures attached) and also bought his family quality time and wear in London.

That made All Con (sorry, Alcon) guilty, of course, and out of their own mouths, of bribery, and other crimes besides.

They should immediately have been charged, and if guilty, thrown into the slammer, fed there on bean weevil soup, without option of a chapatti! Instead our legal authorities (ma)lingered, by ignorance or design, and could well share some of the loot given to the sordid Alcon (or is that All-Con?)

Don’t worry; Be Happy!
Still on NSSF: “the picture of a thousand words” in Thursday’s Vision showed recent bosses exulting over something, probably not the weather!

The lighter one, grinning, has his hand out, the darker, bigger, one measures him up, as a lion might reflect on its lunch: fantastic photography! The word that lingered on the air was Avarice.

Meanwhile delectable Dr Otunnu was still looking for a wife, he said. Any takers?

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