Forgive me, but I never imagined I’d live to see the day when Travis Harry, yes, the same Travis who used to wipe down tables on a cruise ship would be trying to position himself as a political heavyweight in Saint Vincent and the Grenadines.
He once mixed drinks. Now he mixes nonsense with confidence.
He once served daiquiris to tourists. Now he serves half-baked commentary to the internet.
And somehow, with nothing more than a camera phone and a Wi-Fi connection, this man, whose closest brush with policy was the drink policy on Deck 3, now believes he is more enlightened than Dr. Ralph E. Gonsalves, the longest-serving Prime Minister in the Caribbean. A man with decades of political leadership, legal scholarship, international diplomacy, and economic strategy under his belt. A man who has addressed the UN, presided over CELAC, and been honored by universities in Cuba, Venezuela, India, and beyond, while Travis can barely decorate a sentence with proper grammar.
What exactly is this country coming to?
Travis Harry has mistaken attention for authority, volume for value, and Facebook likes for facts. He drapes himself in the language of “truth” and “exposure,” but his only exposure is to the buffet line on a ship and the ring light in his bedroom.
And the real tragedy? He’s not just criticizing the Opposition, which, to be fair, includes some bright and competent minds, even if they’ve never sat in Cabinet. He’s coming for the government too.
Yes, the same government that’s guided this country through natural disasters, a pandemic, and a global recession, all while expanding the Argyle International Airport, making education more accessible, and stabilizing our economy. A government that’s delivered real infrastructure, real reforms, and real results.
But Travis? Travis believes his “real world” experience slinging margaritas gives him the insight to call out mismanagement.
This is a man who thinks uploading a 12-minute rant qualifies as a policy contribution. Who speaks about agriculture, fisheries, international relations, constitutional reform, and public finance with the confidence of a man who thinks GDP stands for “Good Damn Point.”
And now? Now he compares himself to elected leaders. Yes, elected. As if the people of Saint Vincent and the Grenadines somehow got it wrong and should’ve chosen Travis from the bar instead of seasoned lawyers, educators, scientists, business leaders, sports developers, and grassroots activists. People who have toiled, sacrificed, and committed themselves to serving Vincentians, not cruise ship patrons on floating casinos.
“When you compare yourself with others,” wrote Desiderius Erasmus,
“you become vain and bitter — for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.”
But Travis doesn’t get that. His ego, bless it, is bigger than the cruise ship he cleaned.
We can respect a man’s hustle. But we should never confuse hustling with governing.
So let Travis rant. Let him livestream. Let him drown in the echo chamber of his own imagined importance.
But let Vincentians remember:
Running a country is not a one-man show with a selfie stick.
And truth doesn’t come with a side of fries and a tip jar.
A Proud Sailor Man
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