I don’t think he’s a dictator, just a dick
I suppose all this Mahinda must be getting old, but it’s not like I’m doing it. I used to flick off Mahinda posters until it became impossible to put my hand down. Then Sarath came and I felt rebellious again, but that luster faded. Now I just try to go to my happy place, like an Elephant Soda commercial, where everyone is amazed at carbonation and entirely oblivious.
Mahinda has started his marketing blitz in full, and the man knows how to market. There are posters of him displaying his impressive wingspan throughout Colombo and the suburbs.
What’s funny, however, is that someone has also started postering for a play called ‘The Dictator’, which features a prominent image of Hitler. These are incongruously (congruously?) displayed next to Mahinda’s image. I heard that someone called the director and told him to stop the play, but this I hear second-hand.
I personally don’t think Mahinda’s a dictator, I just think he’s a dick. I’m even considering voting for him. All the postering, however, is symbolic (embolic?) of the waste which clots our body politic. It makes me more likely to recognize his brand, but I also now greet his image with synaptic dread. He is literally getting on my nerves.
I mean, the billboards don’t even have one Mahinda anymore. I saw one with literally five separate images of the man. The default seems to be one doing something and then a second headshot being like ‘damn, I’m cool’. More to the point, this stuff costs money. I think a hoarding rental is minimum Rs. 100,000 per month ( I don’t know) and in some areas much much more.
This is annoying because I just paid my taxes and it seems to be a donation to Mahinda’s electoral campaign. However, when I was in Cheddikulam Hospital the doctors were begging for stationery.
I wish there was something more creative or permanent, like a giant phallus that shoots lasers and can be seen for miles. But posters and hoardings it is. I wish I wasn’t paying for it, but such is the way of the world. We don’t have seasons in Sri Lanka, just this electoral monsoon. The walls turn red and white, fade and fall. Inshallah, it’ll all be over by spring.