The Corrupt New Deal, CPDM Vampiric Contraption

About 53 years ago, some people thought the future then, provided an opportunity to savour the blessings of what was then pandered as independence, by whatsoever name.

The independence some sought and what they got was ill-defined. Time has proved that it was a poisoned chalice intended to torture to death the humanity of its intended recipients.

The definition of the independence that was sought and obtained was as elusive as the freedom that was expected to come with genuine independence. This is precisely why 53 years on, the debate about whether France granted independence to its colonial vassal states is raging with renewed intensity.

To informed or critical minds, the genocide and attendant crimes against humanity that accompanied the bastardized form of parody or pantomined independence granted to vassal French Africa would have comprehensively resolved this issue. That did not; hence the prospects of genocide and crimes against humanity have now snowballed to the conscience of informed debate even as yet another new year beacons.

As the cloak of self delusion ticks, neo-colonial bigots, cohorts and stooges are hoping that the spirits of Jean Focart and Aujoulat will rise once more to solidify their eternal reign over the spoils of neo-colonial despoliation so-called Cameroun and its concolonial possession, the Southern Cameroons.

This informs their near submission to the linching pads of their own perfidy and self immolation under a corrupt so-called New Deal CPDM vampiric contraption. Were this not the case, what is keeping these puppets from fleeing for their lives even as the chameleon of doom changes its colours and draft erstwhile adversaries a final blow even as the gas bags of motions of support continue shouting hoarse " 32 more years" to a regime bent on taking its own creations to the grave yard of political irrelevance and infamy? How?, I respectfully beg to ask.

But then that is only part of the colour of deception that a decaying dictatorship takes on when baying for the blood of those it invited to it's Alibaba Cave of doom who have over the decades become too comfortable to the extent of forgetting that the justice of time, eternal time control, belongs to God the Creator and Controller of time. How deception plays tricks on Machiavelli instincts of its precursors! How! I beg to wonder.

Therefore, 2015 is bound to be an eventful year, for Cameroun and the Southern Cameroons. There are clear indicators how this New Year will look like.

Officially Cameroun is at war. Officially, Paul Biya, in 32 years has deconstructed the false empire that Aujoulat and Jean Focart use their stooge BabatouraAhidjo to impose on the sweat and blood of poor Africans.

The evidence is there: The sloganeering of national politics, the memorandum of the elites of Lekie to Paul Biya against the North, the memorandum of Mfoundi against "les Biafrais" and "enemies dans la maison", the memorandum of the Sawa against the Anglo-Bami, the Constitutional genocidal provision of "autochtons" and "allogenes" while living under the delusion of Cameroun being "one and indivisible", and above all, the motions of instability so-called "motions des soutiens au Chef d'Etat" etc, the tribalisation and "ENAMisation" of public administration, institutionalisation of corruption, rape of the economy and the enfeodalisation of the economy and national security to neo-colonial France etc.

All these indicators and more have left Cameroun begging for an identity and a miracle on which to pin its survival. Yet, and to the surprise of the heirs of Aujoulat and Jean Forcart, the victims of these policies continue to cheer on, hoping that in their collective and individual stupor, their salvation can or may come from their slave masters. DrYagnye floated a life-line about how to save Cameroun from itself and the ghost of neo-slavery.

He proposed that a frank discussion and resolution of what he appropriately called the "contentieuxhistorique" as a sesame for laying a foundation for genuine independence and the edification of a modern nation. Some challenged it without proposing a viable life-line.

As the collective boat heads at this exponential speed towards an iceberg and Paul Biya seeks new alliances from uncommon places to salvage his faltering empire, too little too late; one question must agitate the minds of even the gullible, the blind, and depraved: What direction is this wind of neo-colonialism blowing this giant with the feet of clay so-called Cameroun? Which direction? Again I ask.

This is the new year home work for all.

Happy New Year.