Riots and Liars and Warnings, Oh My!

So Bruce decides he's going to have Dudus extradited. Tivoli starts its excitment, and as usual, Law street panics, spill over on Duke Street, and everyone is running for the hills.

That is called Monday.

Bruce comes on TV and apologises for getting caught. Dumb little Brucey didn't know that when US firms deal with foreign Govs they have to publicly admit it. Duh.

Then we have Tuesday which is barricades demonstrations, and everyone going ass over tea kettle, which continues.

On Thursday, due to the bullshit the cops have dropped about people being held hostage and their cell phones taken away, and other useful lies, the females of Tivoli march on down town.

If it is a choice between hungry polar bears and the women of Tivoli, well, it's even.

So they scream, tear themselves out, show their cell phones, and claim they will die for Dudus. Considering the size of these women an elephant gun would not be overkill.

This continues.

It is Saturday night.
Tivoli is barricaded and their Member of Parliament, Brucey poo, who happens to hold the title of Prime Minister, (about as important as student government President) can't do a bloody thing.

He can't show his big face in Tivoli; that's a non-insurable risk. And if the police go in, it will be an island wide blood bath.