American warplanes to protect Guyanese – get some sense, please
It was rolling thunder overhead on Thursday, May 9. Startled schoolchildren screamed fearfully. Buildings shook, glasses rattled. Public buildings nearby went into a wintry hush. Dead silence reigned. Guyanese were awed. American warplanes overhead in an earsplitting, teeth rattling, mind blasting volley of sound. It wasn’t a movie. Only real life. God! It’s good to be American. As a demonstration of closeness to Guyanese, that American flyover cannot be beaten. Not by the Commies. Not by the Chinese. Not by anybody from anywhere. Is Mr. Maduro listening? Mada...