It seems the book POLITRICKS has managed to strike a little too close to home for the so-called “New Day” PLP, because the party isn’t reacting with wisdom, grace, or self-reflection—no, no—that would require actual maturity. Instead, they’ve chosen Nietzsche’s favorite pastime: staring into the abyss, only to find themselves staring right back. And judging from the latest antics of PLP Chairman Fred Mitchell, that abyss must have been holding up a mirror.

The PLP would have you believe this book is somehow the Free National Movement’s secret manifesto for the next election. But here’s the kicker: when you read the excerpts carefully highlighted by the PLP, it’s painfully obvious that the ones following the script are the PLP themselves. POLITRICKS might as well have been subtitled The PLP Playbook.

Take this little gem: “Be belligerent and hostile. This rage will convince thousands… that you are not only sincere, but also right.” Now, what a coincidence that Mitchell decided this morning to take that passage for a test drive like a teenager with his daddy’s new car. Instead of leading with dignity, he declared he would “have fun” by unloading a tirade on the Coalition of Independents (COI) and its chair. Fun, apparently, for the PLP chairman, is hurling insults like a schoolyard bully, calling Charlotte a “runt” and spouting childish innuendo that should embarrass anyone over the age of fourteen.

And let’s not gloss over his little word game. Chairman Mitchell, you “wished” you could use another letter in the alphabet instead of “r”? Pray tell—what exactly was the word you were salivating to say? Because from where I am sitting, your slip doesn’t just hint at hostility; it reeks of a deeper disdain for women altogether. You don’t insult, you demean. You don’t debate, you degrade. And you expect Bahamians to applaud this as political leadership?

Here’s the tragedy: the Bahamas deserves a governing party whose chairman can rise above the level of a barroom heckler. Instead, we get a man so eager to be “belligerent and hostile” that he proves Nietzsche right—he’s gazed into the abyss of dirty politics so long that the abyss now speaks in his own voice notes.

Chairman Mitchell, when you finish congratulating yourself on being a “cunning linguist,” take a moment to realize this: your performance wasn’t clever, it wasn’t sharp, and it certainly wasn’t leadership. It was proof that “POLITRICKS” isn’t a warning—it’s your party’s diary.

The Bahamas deserves better.

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