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Tourism, if you don't come here to spend your wonderful money (preferably U.S/Canadian/Euro/yen/any thing relevant) then I can't enjoy the way of life I've become accustomed to.
Though at the moment I'm still on the injured list, and has to rely on national insurance which at best is only half my salary, I can't ---for the moment---buy me/myself a proper digital camera, which would enable me to take pictures and record video of this fair country: though more specifically Nassau, since out of 700 Island and Cays, Nassau is the only one I know of or has visited/lived on (it is sad I know). When I get money instead of going to a family island with pink sands and blue/emerald seas, I hop on a plane and head for the united states, or more specifically: Florida. Though driving in Florida is akin to hell, too many cars and every one drives so fast--- and what the fuck is up with I 95: It is far too dangerous, each time I feel like I'm going to shit myself---, reason for traveling there; wonderful devices, trinkets, things, food and not to mention clothes is sold in said country at delicious bargains.
Usually when I'm done, or has spent all my money, I want to return home, though fighting with Customs (our version of the IRS) is the ultimate downer and is humiliating every time. I want you to know the Bahamas as I do, and to also know that most people isn't even 'on my run': to coin a phrase, as a matter of a fact, due to my eccentric nature and several bizarre poems, I'm seen as the unfortunate chap who has had the displeasure of having a 'monkey steal he lunch and dog tuk he school bag', or more accurately 'different'.
My attempt at introducing you to the Bahamian way of thinking is an attempt ---though perhaps an Epic Fail--- at making fun of the mostly colored people's ineptitude at the norm of which I'm sure, every one else is most proficient at (the norms not the incompetence and its trivialities)
But with pictures and videos in hand, I will give you a no holds barred look into the ins and outs of my country: Even the criminal nuances which is the progeny of Nassau's Beginning, 'Pirates aren't we all'.
Most White Bahamians, we affectionately call them Conchy Joes (Taken from the term Conch, a rather wonderfully tasting scavenger shell fish, pronounced konk and not fucking konnsssh.)
Our Conchy Joes, even the ones on the out Islands who refused to breed with Blacks to keep their gene pool solely white and their descendants today; several of whom has debilitating diseases which sad because of them being inbred--- though they're not as fucked up as their parents were and is now open to all persuasions, though some islands you can't stay on because of obvious reasons: this means you fucking Spanish Wells.
But, I so love my Conchy Joe bahamians because among the many, they are the few which turned their acts of villainy into feasible dynasties: The Symonettes the Kelly's, the Pinders, the Thompsons, the Solomons all of them and several others got there start during the prohibition era, and even before then, my classy white cousins were ship wreckers: true pirates in the actual sense.
My black Bahamians, though only a few made money through villainy which was easily laundered into a respectable dynasty, while the others had power which rivaled Pablo: Samuel Ninety Knowles, was in charge for nearly fourteen years of drugs reaching the U.S. from Colombia--- estimated to be in the Billions of dollars: Though Ninety was kidnapped by U.S. Marshals since he had two appeals left on his extradition and the Ambassador at the time Blankenship, threatened my government with an or else bit and Ninety was taken illegally. The only reason why Bahamians didn't make much noise was because Ninety was a truly deadly and scary mutha fucker who had killed several people.
I want to expose my culture to you, in the hope that you appreciate it, or at least more than I do. I hate this fucking place, to ordinary.