Kelvin Registe

Two state elections deciding Merz’s future? Spare me. Show me actual voters, not another panic poll, and I might believe it.

Twenty percent more arrivals. How much stays? Tourism leakage in the Caribbean runs past half — flights, reinsurance, foreign-owned resorts, imported everything. Grenada keeps the taxi fare, the rum, and the cleanup bill. More bodies on the road is not development. It’s a crowd passing through on somebody else’s ledger.

Ahead of schedule. My street’s still a swamp.

Ahead of schedule, and nobody mentions the bill. Whose money built this, and will it still stand after the first storm?

So the government sponsors Bouyon awards and we’re meant to gasp? Rain falls, sun burns, Dominica claims its own music. Thrilling.

Denial is free. Drones are not. Someone launches, someone denies, someone buries the wreckage and the argument. Then Hormuz gets twitchy, insurance premiums climb, and a tanker crew learns what a bad Tuesday looks like. Nobody wins. Everybody rearms. The only growth industry left is plausible deniability and funerals. See you at the next intercept.

I’m shocked this predictable far-right rise is news.

I knew this was inevitable. Calling scheduled digging breaking news insults us all.

Fight on, sure. Straight into another loss, another concession speech dressed up as courage. Roseau North wasn’t a fluke.

Once young people are actually in the room, the conversation stops being about awareness campaigns and turns into bus routes, cafeteria contracts and whether the clinic stays open past three. That’s where it gets uncomfortable, because somebody has to pay for it. My guess is a few pilot projects get announced first and the harder funding fights slide to the next budget cycle.