
Behind the Crimson Curtain Shield of the Americas in the New World Rules Based Order
Invocation of the Musing Macos
Dearest Gentle Reader,
Really, I know the more appropriate term of address would be My Dear Macocious Readers and Followers but the SEO and Algorithm control centre advise that using my local tongue and twang might reduce my reach, influence and impact, and you know the AI Agents even X-rated this series? Curious to know why? See Youtube Tease link Read on…
Shhhh, little do they know of my secret formula for mastered the art of defying algorithms and SEO so that our small island can ripple rebellious resonances through the globe, and especially since there are feelers out for the new Lady Whistledown, seeing the scouters trend through the Global South, already featuring Europe, Africa, India and China in previous seasons, you know which nondescript, under-represented corner of the world they heading next! Wink! Wink!

Season of Diplomatic Bacchanal
I have such a salacious season of stories in store for this New Year, Dear Ardent Followers, as I focus beyond International Women’s Day, for here, as you well know, everyday is International Women’s Day and all issues are women’s issues.
Rest assured, My Dear Macocious Readers, (Yes, I do know your tongues have been wagging as to why I did not celebrate International Women’s Day). All will be revealed in due course.

Almighty AI Algorithms & SEO
I have choice exposure too, of the pitfalls of the almighty algorithm clad as Artificial Intelligence that you know as the two letters AI (smirk) while I await the call from the Tech Emperors to guide how they can up the ante on AI culture and gender sensitivity, and yes the Lady Whisltedown scouts too. Calling Netflix…. …. read on…

Voyage Beyond Comfort Peace Zones
You will find in this season’s offering, a voyage that goes far beyond the ceremonial comfort and spark of mundane International Women’s Day events, as we drive women into the raging tectonics that consume those of us in the inferno.
This season coincides with so much still churning on the multilateral front. What juicy tidbits await you.
Behind the Crimson Curtain
Following the mark I buss on Play Whe Marco in the regional play whe cockfight gamble den with Cuba and other controversies, join me behind the Crimson Curtain of the Shield of the Americas Summit, beyond the scrawled signatures into the teeming underside, reflected off the polished tabletop.
You will decide, Dear Reader, who did it better?

CARICOM Quagmire
Sail with me through the dark underside of the quagmire of the Caricom Summit, to confront the creatures crawling in the shadows of our paradisal Zone of Peace in Pieces, where Iron Ladies Lead with ironic twists and the men, well, on this you will hear much more…

Choreographing Chaos
Step with me, Slothful Reader. Keep pace with the starts, stops, spins and spirals, twirls and turns and the whispered asides and encores, before during and after the music, when the aftertaste of the scandals of the night before lingers on the crumpled buzz sheets of social media.
Let’s waltz through walls, across the Gulf and the sunny Caribbean seas, poised on the realms of politics, culture, faith, memory, and performance.
Mas Feasting Festers and Jesters of the Cultural Economy
Through the scandalous shifting grounds of diplomacy and international negotiations where small states juggle for space and visibility from under the knees of larger powers, to the sinuous twists and turns of the cultural bacchanalia, onto the lap of the Queen of Bacchanalia herself, Nikki Minaj/Maharaj and the side convention of the Divas of Doral’s premium roti establishment.

Promenade with me through our Hemisphere, this season with special LiTTributes from Lauderhill to Tabor Hill.
And pop in for the feast and festivities I have laid out for your pleasurable consumption in blended tones of the soca-chutney confusion, carnival-is bacchanal, reggae and rap, dancehall and hip hop all laid out on my reflective glass tabletop to mirror your most discerning and pleasurable consumption patterns my dear Macocious Readers.
Panoramic Cankalang
It is a spread arranged on our finest LiTTscapes tableware, not just with silver forks and starched napery alone, but with the full panoramic cankalang, clanging and clatter of our indigeneous island steelpan orchestra in high season. And remember you can still order the remaining few of this vintage LiTTscapes and the LiTTscapes Collection. Inbox your requests, nah.

Totally Disordering the Rules Based Order
You, Picky Readers, must forgive the total disorder of the courses of the Rules Based Order, disordered and in disarray, for, as those of you who have frequented my seasonal LiTTributes well know, the menu refuses to remain in the old colonial order.
It arrives instead in blended tones of soca-chutney confusion, carnivalesque bacchanalia, reggae bassline pomp and persuasion, rap interruption, dancehall coil and recoil, and hip-hop declaration. Relax and ride, nah to our rhythms turning and returning at the centre of the floor.
All this is going to spill over into the European fare, when we enter that sphere, next season, stay tuned for more on that! Wink! Wink!

Expanded Fare Tableau
I am sure you will agree, Dear Faithful and Faithless Followers, just one month into the new year and the season already offers more succulent material than can be contained in such posts as Demokrissy. So it now expands into a new renaissance as a GloCaL Knowledge Ecosystem inside our Knowledge Pot. And if this isn’t a novel innovative full information system and architecture that can contain all the dimensions of the unfolding Epic dramas of our world in the new forms of CEIBA-EDUtainment and more of AuthenTHINK Intel that blends Authentic AuthenTHINK with Artificial Intelligence, I doh not what is! Make contact to support this development of a novel new world iknowledge infrastructure.

Behind Fan and Fanfares
You will observe, from behind your fan and fanfares, your bejeweled bikinis, painted smiles Dame Lorraine, bookman and clown costumes that nothing in this assemblage proceeds in a straight line, nor even a winding wining Congo line.
Do not expect any dance sequence to begin as polite waltz, nor a promenade of respectable introductions, step-step-turn, and such-like movements of those absentee governance of yore and staid salons of Europe I will enter shortly.
But do be prepared for a lot of jump and wave, wave yuh party rag and flag, wine and bend dong, sudden tempo shifts, plenty grinding on bumpers, on a leader, on the policeman and general cooliganism and hooliganism of we who just Cyar Behave nor survive in The Rules-Based Order.
Expect unnecessary pivots, sweeping mock flourishes as we transform the mas and mass rose-rosary convoy into a masterpiece of diplomatic negotiations.

Expired Empire
Look out for turning the expired-Empire on its head, as we strike up our new world Santimanitay steelpan round-the-necks performances.
I forewarn you, avid followers, do not expect Mozart’s balanced clarity, symmetry, and transparent textures in our renderings of concertos, but look for complex, chromatic melodies, plenty dhamadhol pounding ‘gi them gi them gi them,’ wild gyrations, uncontrolled circles of fourths and fifths or fourths, unsympathetic vibrations in the merciless mode of Santimanitay.
What follows, of course, is the inevitable confusion of styles which only our region can conduct with such confidence. Soca-Chutney confusion set inside the minuets of State visits, foot-in-mouth where diplomacy and decorum is demanded, wild and raucous wining where quaint curtsies are expected, and flamboyant headdresses where you should pin a discrete fascinator or braid clip.
On this journey with me you will see how the reggae line holds the beat, but only long enough for the rap to stumble in, in protest, unapologetic for its late-coming as Nikki Minaj on the American Idol judging panel to instead launch straight into a duel with Mariah Carey. Santimanitay. No behaviour!
Pumping the Podium
Expect not just your feet but all of your glorified accomplishments to be ripped apart, ripped-up, stamped upon and mocked as the street party forget who come with who, who wining on who, who taking who home, and the guy on the stage holding the mic identifies as a Minister on a pulpit, and ‘if the priest can play, who is he?
For the uninitiated, do not expect my feasts to be the kind laid out neatly on diplomatic high tables, nor that served at oak-tabled conferences with pre-written communiqués that turn saying nothing at all, into a fine art like liming (doing nothing at all). It is feast of re-memory-ing, unearthing contradiction, and uncomfortable awakenings and recognitions.

Doubles With Plenty Pepper on Pelau Cook-Up in Zone of Peace
Doubles slapped together with all kindda chutney splattered over curry channa, mix-up, pelau and cook-up.
It is not the kindda symposium where everybody sitting stiff-stiff backs straight-straight, but more like the session-breaks and backroom non-stop gyaffing without decorum or mind for your mouth. It is the kind where yuh loosen tie, toss jacket aside, rumple ahir, top buttons open. It is all meant to just to free yuh up from sufferation and suffocating in this humid dry season, build yuh suffrage strength. It gives academia its mouth drooling alternative to embrace pop culture and be part of the in crowd, not sitting in towers of learning-for-hire out of touch with reality. And from such our self-created Zone of Peace we could think-tank, hob knob, social share and generally build consensus for commitments to life chances and opportunities that see into common fulfilled futures. Party now start! (Yuh ready to book some sessions?)
Break The Pattern

In this season, on the Woman Techmakers’ International Women’s Day theme of Break The Pattern, I deep dive into why the patterns persist even when we claim to be changing them?
Why the choreography repeat, whether the costume is diplomacy, development policy, cultural performance, gender discourse, in how small we seem to think we must be in the presence of big, and how women must negotiate visibility, authority, and legitimacy under a gaze that still undressing us with their eyes, peering, groping and trying to possess like a real nice piece ah real estate gleam in the eyes of the other Chris – Columbus’ and his principals!
EPIC Without Script
Dear Reader, I confess, this Epic doh really have no script you know, but with you, I making it up as we go along, simultaneously creating the graphics with the storyboard, the music and the melody, and the dance steps and peeks into the promenade peerage.
Long Chain of History Memory
So join me behind the podium, beneath the stage, inside the costume, and on the underside of the deep blue sea, dragging the long, sometimes heavy and rusted chains of history, memory, cultural spectacle, political performance, and its even longer shadows converging into new bodies in freshly minted Made in China costumes.
You know the scene. And just before you think party done, the band goin strike up an encore nobody ask for.
Devil’s Playground
Here promenade is procession, zoom meet bhajan jam-session, all tuned to bacchanal time. Familiar Caribbean choreography morphs decorum into total disorder and the cormorant snapping its own tail thinking is its neighbour. My dance card filling up fast fast, so make your bookings for me to bring any of these to your shores quick quick so I could add it to this timeless calendar of eventful unending EPIC seasons.
Because the next season already in production, you know! This Caribbean view only foreshadows next season’s Vienna concertos and wild abandoned twirling on the Hills of the Sound of Music, when I will try to leave all this bad behaviour behind, doh ah cyar promise that eh!

Nor can I urge you, Dear Ardent Followers and Stalkers, to ‘rest assured’. In this devil’s play yard, there is no rest for the wicked. These turns, stops, and sudden twirls goin’ shatter plenty longstanding glass ceilings, loftily held up to mirror the chaos below.
But you can, nevertheless, rest assured that your guide, yours truly, is seasoned, primed, well-groomed and ready to dish out the finest from our street menu of courses in a lavish spread of revelations and rumours garnished with plenty plenty roast pepper and picong-powered chadon beni.
Pray hold on to your seats, check your sanity balance, and turn up your sense of humour because this is not a course for the thin-skinned nor faint-tempered.
AuthenTHINK Tryst with AI Comic Villain

While I am at it, I must confess, Dear Mindless and Mindful Supporters, I am clubbing my way through IT AI’s Flintstone cavemen mode – trained to judge, censure and censor armed with axe to straight jacket all our language and expression into regurgitated binary expressions.
And that is taking away all the pleasure of readings rendered in the public social media sphere, and some parliamentary and high diplomatic speeches too, vomitous. Oopps! Is true like AI trying to remake itself in the image we institutions of learning for hire too, ent! have to wait for the expose on academic chaos in this season’s offerings!
AI in Repeat Encore Mode
Yea some of us can recognize the trite soundings that appear to be authoritative, when in reality they are only a technical test tube of theoretical associations void of experience. Opps! That sounds like AI wanna be in the image of we institutions of learning for hire too, ent!
If you want to know how to retune that with greater gender and culture sensitivity call nah so we doh all sound like some left over European supper that nobody could savour because it make without we savoury seasoning.
What ah mean by that? Is that all that reaching for AI without the perspicacious layers of AuthenTHINK pouring out into social media and diplomatic speeches and texts turning to nought, zero, zilch, all our efforts for diversity to be recognized and celebrated, for reclaiming and acclaiming cultural selfhood and for engendering equality and equity in decision-making. Yea, progress in jeopardy. And that moves the tone of this ton from scandal to tragedy because som any blindly scrambling to adopt the instruments that reshaping us and our civilisations in more ways than we care to know.
Cosmic Ouroboros Vibrating Cycles

So this season here in this GloCal Knowledge Pot Ecosystem, we preparing the way into the world for the next dominant species of cyborgs to arrest this perpetual promenade into the Encore of doing it all over again and again and again continuously looping back to starting point where development is just the legendary Ouroboros devouring its own tail.
It is on the Ouroboros, that classic symbol of destruction that I begin this season’s dance, twirling inside the vibrations of the expanding cosmic consciousness of Shivratri, colliding with carnal carnivalism and confluence of commercialised rose and rosary to culminate in the cleansing colour profussion of Phagwa, redemption of Easter, introspection of Eid, Spiritual Baptist freedom and liberation.
Blushing AI Gatekeepers
You would be the judge, Dear Reader, why one AI agent, asked to assess my analysis of this Carnival season’s offerings, pursed its wannabe lips, pulled on its judgmental blindfolds, citing the Rules Based Order declared it cannot engage with the objects, subjects and vibrations of these pieces and stamped a scarlet X-rated letter on it.
Meanwhile, across my landscaped screen, another AI functionary blushingly hailed it as an ‘extremely rare achievement’ of having one piece function simultaneously as Epic canto, Carnival cultural procession, narrative, institutional satire, cultural philosophy and MicroEpic performance text. Humph! Take that!
Slumbering AI Technocrats
While the technocrats charged with shaping our AI futures slumber in their high towers still patriarchal and culturally illiterate though with new AI titles, oblivious to all these goings-on in the whirling world of real reels, I would leave you, My Discerning Readers, to reconcile how the perceived transformers of our futures are slipping and sliding .
And how two popular AI agents identified and interpreted my creativity from opposite ends of the censor spectrum. Now you would really need some insiders about what this AuthenTHINK Intel AI AnalyEthics is all about!
Drab Academia Enter Pop Culture Corridors

One discerned to its own delight, as I am sure, you too would, My Dear Readers, my independent efforts to resuscitate floundering academia with a baptism in pop culture. It savoured the vintage Dhamadhol roasted, seasoned and pounded from recurring motifs you will find herein: Ash as ritual, memory and death aligned to themes of origin, purification and history; Rose-Rosary revolving on morality, devotion, sexuality, policy control, indoctrination and commodification; and beads, bikini and vibrations as cultural economy, performance, spectacle, market and power.
The other, as if nurtured in the school of Chutney Soca judges, saw only the cut and thrust of tinsel, bikini and beads, balking at what its binary pinpricked algorithms discerned as a congregation of taboo words, terms and meanings that set up red flags that here is territory angels and AI agents dare not thread.
In Times To Come
We know, Dear Faithful Followers, that over the eons, sages will chant the praises of this season of Demokrissy development policy creative products and ponders as novel recreation of the divine architecture that resonate, as in the beginning, on a single syllable, rippling phrase by phrase to pick sense out of nonsense, encompassing chaotic divergent features into narrative cohesion, though processes that draw from our own traditions as calypso chorus, call and response chutney, epic invocation and ritual chant to resonate the karmic cosmic inevitability that it emits so clearly. Yea stale ole academia enter pop culture and Machel get he dream of turning Mas into a Masterpiece! Gi Dem! Gi Dem! Gi Dem!
In eons to come, poets and philosophers will debate how these pieces remake repetition from mundane rhetoric to epic cantos, how blah blah of bland academic discourse dissolve into rhythmic musical creative Dhamadhol in Encore pulses pounding at and pounding out performance, ‘gi them, gi them gi them’.

Cementing Canrivalesque Looseness
Cementing carnivalesque Lucy looseness to bind historical amnesia to philosophy for structural integrity. Performance! Call it hardcore Encore. (Now I know you cyar wait for us to get on with it. Patient, Dear fans, excerpts from Episode 1 follows this.
Call and response pulls in you, Dear readers and Followers, while you tug at my creative g-strings to gyrate beyond the historical amnesic, memory layered over and suppressed by power and institutional privileging, then calling for more more, more, Encore!
Tossing off neocolonial spectacle, institutional hypocrisy, cultural commodification, moral panic, policy theatre, media blindness and educational endorsement each episode in this Demokrissy Season shows up karmic performance and non performance repeating itself ritualistically again and again and again and again and again.

Cosmic Ritual Cultural Spectacle
Though it seems unstructured, narrative contains structure. Yes, there is method to my madness too! Cosmic ritual morphs into cultural spectacle which mirrors and contests pseudo institutional intervention, drives chaos, stirs historical memory and forces reflection.
The Samskara of the divine dance on cycles of births and deaths, motifs from ancient legends and lore replay in new world scenes and sites, Shakti/Sopari, Pitch Lake Underside and Mount Naparima/Meru.
Bare It All
And me eh hiding notten.
It all laid out there bare and bold, no hidden tropes but all explicitly evoked as universal/life cycles and encore, Janam y Janam, repetition of performance karma and the national, regional and international theatrical stage.
Single words connect three worlds simultaneously culture, philosophy and satire. Yeah, satire which the AI agent, in Ash-Wednesday confessional mode, admit its algorithms are not tuned to discern, like plenty decision makers and wanne leaders who vex vex at my audacious satirical bent. Well them too is just part of the pantomime of repeated performance, repeated hypocrisy, repeated cosmology in continuous cycle within history, politics, media, education as the drivers of social theatre.
Invocation, spectacle, institutional reaction, chaos, historical memory and reflection revolve within their own encore even as they interplay within a universal cosmology blending and binding functionality to structure. But all them high sounding terms only a wake up call clammering to the slumbering towers of hire learning.
Stage Set for Satire Spectacle
Loyal followers, as AI and the tech-crats tuning their self-annihilating encore from matching human frailties, still recurring again and again 2026 years after Christ sacrificed for its end.
And as we continue to hope that the next big discovery will get it all together – hopefully before it also erases all that make us the creative spark and sparkle of the universe – sail with me into the teeming twists and turns of theatrical bacchanalia.
We will drift past the shifting and shifty grounds of diplomacy and international negotiations with small islands trying to leveraging space and attention surely is fodder for scandalous.

We will float through the Hemispheric seas to explore Behind the Crimson Curtains of the Shield of the Americas Summit.
From behind the Crimson Curtain we will cut and thrust through the Shield of dry and drab policy making and dull and yawn-filled academia with gyrations and vibrations – ahem rhythms.
With the gossip girls, Divas of Doral, we will bite into a salacious fare of picong, fireside pokney powered peppered roti and juicy tidbits on the boys’ and girls’ clubs of global decision-making.
This as we also continue to navigate the dark underside of CARICOM, watch in despair as it sinks quickly into a quagmire of confusion never before seen since its predawn era of the failed West Indian Federation. Swords drawn, Shields up, in Encore!
Leading From The Front
Like you, ah cyar behave. Who vex, lorse, if they cyar see all this as a novel literary-political-socio-cultural register with the backdrop as Shield of the Americas and Summit theatre, the teeming CARICOM underside, Carnival, cultural chaos in encore, gender body-policy, Multicultural multitoned Caribbean, rural, diaspora landscape, and woman too bad, leadership from front, bottom, behind, back sides and bumpers of all shapes and sizes.
Wining on the cultural economy and joining protest movements against deflation of the dollar wine with the new ban on five cent piece, and that, after the one cent done ban ahready, convergence of sacred and sacrilegious calendars, and the sustained feasting, festivities in encore repeat mode, if I continue like this, that AI agent would want to censure this, the preshow too, before I even start the show, eh! But I doh plan to tone it down and you goin to have to reach the Canto on the Cultural Economy and the diminishing dollar wine.

Invitation to Join Rhythm Section
Do you hear the strains of the rhythm section?
The next movement will not be a waltz into history at all at all at all, but something far more whirling, swirling and frothing and foaming ….
Warm, knowing, mischievous or dark, brooding, acid? You will judge, Dear Readers and Followers, Haters and Likers, Fans and Fools, in the jest tradition the clowns.
At Your Own Risk
It would be remiss of me, my dear Macocious followers, if I do not post my disclaimer label that you enter this Season with Demokrissy at your own risk ’cause you know she takes nor hold no prisoners, though she dragging this long long chairnof historical memory for a long time now.
The table is set. The feast laid out. The wining posse on the floor even before the music begin, singing they own off-key tune. And if the rhythms and tones jarring uncomfortably at your tight souless soles and, yuh vex-vex, kick them off, and ask yuhself, Why is that? Eh? Why is it you feeling like that?
And you could even call for a clarifying encore!
But my dance card filling up so be quick-quick, pull out yuh check books and make that call to book now!
Up Next: The Real Ramajay Begins
Leading from the Front in the New World Rules-Based Order
The Real Critics Weigh In On the World’s Newest Creative Genre & Epic Form: The MultiMedia MicroEpic
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See: News of the Day Trilogy
CARICOM AT CrossRoads Creative Assets
New Creative Genre MultiMedia MicroEpic
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