A modest proposal in this holiday season, one that might solve a few ongoing issues…
At this rate, the Cayman Islands Government is already halfway to avian utopia and complete bureaucratic capture, why not recruiting chickens for the RCIPS when they’ve practically perfected the art of governing by cluck and peck?
Picture it: The Royal Cayman Islands Fowl Constabulary rolls out tomorrow. No one notices because, let’s face it, the current setup is so opaque that even the Immigration Minister needs a “technical team” to explain what the hell just got passed. Meanwhile, these feathered recruits are already locals—no work permit drama, no status anxiety after 20 years.
Benefits? Instant. They’re everywhere already—patrolling Seven Mile Beach, scratching up evidence in George Town, crowing at dawn to wake up the complacency.
The budget impact is revolutionary.
Paid in feed. No pensions. No consultants. No strategic reviews. Just grain. Imagine the savings ! The value for money !
Crime wave? Solved. Armed robbers scatter at the sight of a determined rooster—nothing says “back off” like a spur to the ankle. Tourist muggings? Down 100%, because who robs a beach when it’s guarded by an army of judgmental hens?
And parliament? Seamless transition. Bills get “redlined” in actual peck marks. No more confusing amendments—just a quick scratch here, a delete there. Kenneth Bryan’s motion passes unanimously because the new Speaker (a majestic Brahma) rules by majority cluck.
Welcome To Caymanmunda,
The only place where sentience and sapience aren’t , in the light of present events, necessary traits to get elected, just a megaphone.
Cluck Cluck !