This Bermuda Sucks thing just gets more fun the more I read. I wish I'd joined back in the day. I was reminded of this place by our dear Laverne Furbert's fantastically crackers letter to the editor, as it happens. I am here because of Laverne Furbert. Lucky you.
    Ms Furbert is quite a wound-up character, all right. I have a lot of affection for her wackiness but I'd be appalled to find myself stuck next to her on a long plane flight. I'd probably feign illness, or death.
    Still, she's an effective voice for a certain point of view. I don't agree with that point of view but I can see exactly why she has it. It's sort of like seeing another Letter To The Editor from Eva N. Hodgson, The Crawl. You roll your eyes but you read it.
    It's easy to talk the way I talk when I don't live in Bermuda any more. I was frustrated with the circularity of the racial debate back in 1996. It didn't seem like the talk was getting anywhere, just ping-ponging. I'd never have believed it would still be going on more than a decade year in pretty much the same way. But what can be done? Laverne Furbert's bizarre argument about indigenous Bermudians made me want to fix a very large drink ... I really, really just wish she would put some more thought into her arguments ... but I take her seriously. She believes it, and she's got reasons to believe it. If you want to understand what's eating Bermuda, well, it's sort of like diving into farmyard effluent, I guess. Nobody wants to jump into it. But there is something down there, gentlemen, and we must bring it up.
     Boy, she's a nutter, though. But you know something, I met her at a Third World concert way back in the day, and you wouldn't know it from her letters but the woman has a sense of humour. And she's a big fan of Third World.
    Hell with it, though, I'm gonna stop. Like I said, I ain't living in Bermuda. If I were I'd probably be weaving great baskets. Or perhaps my hands would be shaking too much from brutal quantities of drink, heh heh heh.
    Still, I'm curious, so count me in. See you down there in the effluent, folks.