Where's Waldo?

I couldn't help but notice that with all the pre-Florence warning and preparation, our esteemed "strong leader", aka "The Man", couldn't be bothered to drag his sorry ass back from vacation in the US.

The Premier did manage a phone interview where he did his best job at pretending that he was directing the preparations from his hotel room, when the reality is that the civil service swings into action pretty well in these events; dust the disaster plan off and everyone does their thing.

Instead we had everyone running in front of a camera trying to look statesman-like, first among them the Deputy Premier Dr. Brown doing a rather bad job of acting as the acting-Premier. At his press conference he looked distincly like a deer caught in the headlights, reading a pretty useless and overly-dramatic statement, beginning with the very American "My fellow Bermudians..." and a few Hurricane Katrina references; a completely inappropriate comparison as we don't build houses out of sticks below sea level.

That aside, Deputy Dawg looked decidedly uneasy with the storm bearing down. I had a hard time listening to the statement he was reading because his spectacles were crooked, which he realized and tried to fix halfway through. Maybe he was rattled by the prospect of his swanky digs getting flooded out again, as they did during Fabian. I don't know, but it wasn't the usual smooth operator we're so accustomed to when the cameras start rolling.

But the mission of one-upping Premier Scott was probably completed.

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