Keeping my day job advising Pres. Ali

Jun 20, 2026 Features / Columnists, The GHK Lall Column

Hard Truths by GHK Lall

(Kaieteur News) – Because Pres. Ali needs the hand, I’m keeping my day job. Unpaid advisor to HE Ali. It’s a thankless gig. But for country and presidency, no sacrifice is too high. Guyana needs some standards. Plenty; with starting all over recommended. The leader gave it a shot. To the churches. Be “society’s moral compass.” And, “together, let’s find the soul of this nation.” Part of this difficult job is to whisper to the president what he doesn’t want to hear. It’s why many of his people last so long. They butter Dr. Ali up, to butter their own bread. Me, I am too old to change, too hardheaded to know better. Barging ahead, I go.

Mr. President: there can’t be any soul to find, if there never was one. Or when the souls that once were here have all migrated. Respectfully: find what, sir? Jesus tried to save some lost souls. He won some, couldn’t move the rest. Who wants to take vows of poverty, chastity, and humility? Maybe elsewhere, but not in Guyana. If that was the best Jesus recorded, best of luck, Excellency. In focusing (again) on being “society’s moral compass” I congratulate Pres. Ali for his nifty footwork. He delegated a nontransferable section of his job to the churches. Talk about resourcefulness, and it’s my pleasure to introduce Mohamed Irfaan Ali. It’s fine to forget the name. I’ll keep mentioning it.

Frankly, the onus, the leadership, for being this “society’s moral compass” begins with Guyana’s First Citizen. Humbly, that is among the president’s more important, ultrasensitive, jobs. The chief citizen must be “society’s moral compass.” I reel off a few to enhance my advice portfolio (and reputation). No ‘sweet woman.’ No outside children. No secret bank account. Onshore or off. No roving eye. No fast hands. No footsies under the table. No special duty-free arrangements. No putting people out of buses. No word given, then breaking them (sanctity). Aw shucks, now I get everybody vex. I agree that those are more than a moral compass. They are the whole moral universe, for crying out loud. For those who insist that now is not the time for morals and principles (and Pres. Ali should know who to include), due to the presence of oil, I correct them. Gently, naturally. Whenever it is not the time for morals and principles, then government is what it is (leprous). Leadership deteriorates to the dogs (rabid). Standards diminish, shatter (dry-rot). It’s an all-weather rot considering the state of Guyana nowadays. Here’s an instance of madmen in America rising to the occasion, makes Guyanese look pitiful.

Pres. Trump sponsored a brawl on the White House lawns. An adrenaline-pumped winner name Hockit celebrated with an obscenity. Insulted a woman. A Black woman. A former First Lady. Yeah, a Black woman in the White House who wasn’t a maid. Mr. Hockit got upset and lashed out. The British had a suitable penalty: drawn and quartered, then burned the pieces at the stake. And, if the skull still remains, then display that on a pike. For me, that’s law, order, and justice. Is Mr. Nandlall hearing me? A mad dog Republican (and Trump-eter), Dave Portnoy from his well-followed cyberspace Barstool did, and let loose on Mr. Hockit. What an asinine animal! What a musclebound moron! A Republican fundamentalist can do that to a UFC braindead who insulted Lady Michelle Obama. The Republican fanatic may not be my kind of people. But he still has a moral code. Still some class. He has risen in my book.

Last, a tiny sidestep for Excellency MIA. Not Motley. Ali! More free advice, Dr. Prezzy: whenever PPP pit-bulls foam at the mouth, show the whites of their eyes, and lunge to maim, they maim the presidency. They maim the legacy of Mohamed Irfaan Ali. They maim and disfigure this country. There are too many White people around. What will they think? Of Guyana, of Pres. Ali dealing with dregs and calling those his damsels and deacons. Try a Dave Portnoy, Mr. President. Those that know better do better. There’s the broadest, the sturdiest, the brightest, the best of “society’s moral compass”. As proclaimed, there’s the pathway to fame. Or more shame.

(The views expressed in this article are those of the author and do not necessarily reflect the opinions of this newspaper.)

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