Though kept a virtual secret with only a minor news item in a pro-government newspaper, our Minister of Housing and what else, Hon. Wimal Weerawanse did go to the UN to pontificate on Buddhism on UN Day of Vesak. He then participated in a protest gathering of herded together SL mission persons; after which he took off to see the Niagra with son in tow.
Cost of trip – two million!! Sufficient to build a hospital or school for the suffering masses for whom he shouted himself hoarse when clambering up the political ladder. What did you and me who paid for his holiday gain from it? Not even a laugh since it was all too bitter to stomach; black comedy of a thuppai show of disregard for the UN and the US. This was a deliberate, anti-diplomatic move thought out by sick minds to slap the UN and the Secy General in the face. It was a puerile exercise to convey the message that mighty Sri Lanker and its two leaders who defeated a ruthless terrorist and his organization single-handedly thought nothing of the UN, less of its SG and The Report. So the slap was Our Wanse. Hope he did not quote the Bhagavatgita as the Buddha’s doctrine or chant from the Dhammapada and say it was Ven. Narada who pronounced those gems of truth.
Menika was preparing to observe sil the next day, that is on the 16th, with white clothes all pressed and ready and her mind calmed down when suddenly she saw a sight on Monday night TV news. There was this white clad man with a middle-parted mop of falling-down hair walking up to the lower podium at the UN, no less, and bowing low with palms together to the audience. Not shown how many were present to hear his pearls of wisdom. He was preceded by the UN SG making a speech and there sat our Kohonne beside him. Then comes this Johnny O and it turns out to be OUR WANSE. ‘My gawd’ shrieked Menika and rocked back and forth with her head in her hands such that Dingiri came running out of her room and her TV watching and dashed a saucepan of ice cold water on the screamer. Menika was speechless and mindless at the monstrosity of what she saw.
Here was this b…. man who farced unto death before the UN Office in Colombo and disrupted its work and the coming in and going forth of its workers; here was this s… politician who raised such a stink against the UN and Ban Ki-moon, now piously in white Ariya Sinhala suit speaking on Vesak, no less, at the UN in New York. The only speck of relief was that he read his paper in Sinhala, not due to nationalism but you–know-what-incompetence.
Menika was speechless at the audacious irony of He who sent this man to speak at the UN on UN Day of Vesak. For one thing Wanse was in New York, United States of America, after shouting protests and waving flags and placards with his ragtag band of thugs at the US Embassy gates down Galle Road, Colombo 3. (Menika thought she must protest at the gates herself for giving this man a visa). The next stupendously unbelievable fact is that Wanse speaks at the UN on the significance of this Sambuddhathva Jayanti. My word, what is the world coming to! And then she realized this was a deliberate cocking a snook at the mightiest nation and largest world body. We are supposed to have muditha or joyous empathy with other’s success so Menika decided to be charitable and be glad this man – Wimal Weerawanse – who had been too underprivileged to visit Sigiriya until he became a Member of Parliament and crossed over to lick boots was now globe trotting with family. So it is first class travel for him and his son. Wonder whether wifey and other kid accompanied him in luxury travel or went direct to favourite holiday joint – Disneyland Calif or Las Vegas. Menika definitely would not be able to stomach first class treatment with always having traveled third class in trains being one with the suffering masses. Very beneficial to give the masses a derisive kick and embrace power.
But Wanse being Wanse had to have a protest gathering, hence the one in the UN premises in Manhattan – celebrating what or protesting which? Only a couple of New Yorkers obliged hence the conscription of embassy drivers and security personnel to protest!!
Slaps come raining down all the time: like telling the people of Sri Lanker to go fly a kite when soon after heinous crimes against media men and a media organization were committed by Dr Silva in broad daylight, he was made Minister of Media. A thundering slap in the face of Mother Sri Lanker. And then he ties a man to a tree and shoots his mouth and he is made Minister of Public Relations. Sure HRH, oops sorry HE, will appoint him Minister of Fisheries soon. That’s the way politics works so pop goes the weasel and bang crash goes the reputation of our country in the world.
Another slap was having Merve prominently between HE the Prez and the Opposition Leader at the Kelaniya Raja Maha Viharaya. The Perve seems to have shaken off the fish stink since nobody had crumpled noses. We won’t forget how this Mervyn disturbed the peace and sanctity of the Kelaniya temple by leading a posse of hooting thugs when Gen. Fonseka went to the temple after presenting his nomination paper.
Only our noses are permanently crumpled at the prominence given to this Punch and Judas pair with the obvious message “I do what I want. You the public and you the international community can lump it.” Never mind that these two political turncoats are the most persona non gratas to the thinking, sensible general public.
A trite saying is that love makes the world go round. Looks like lustful love sends many a VVIP down the pallang. Examples Italian Prez and IMF Chief, the former a protector and user of teenage bimbos and the latter a raging bull with hotel maids and secretaries. The fact to admire is that they are hounded down and will face due punishment in Italy and New York respectively. Strauss-Kahn’s case, more especially, proves the fact all are equal in the eyes of Lady Justice. The mightiest financier of the world may be clapped with a 25 year prison term. Not for justice in the US to be bent by money or clout. Consider how it is in dear ole Sri Lanker. Minster caught by wife with pants down in his office room with woman and he remains a Cabinet Minister to this day. Wife of another flings eggs and filthy language on a suspected paramour of the Minister. He continued globe trotting until the people threw him out. Many other cases of even illicit paternity but people apparently don’t care as the big bugs don’t give a damn about opinions of others.
So though Menika had foresworn her G&T till Poson Poya was over next month, she had to resort to it, albeit surreptitiously, since otherwise how to keep her head when so many around her are losing theirs to bloating and slum tactics.
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