[Paul Lismore] THE SUBLIMINAL MESSAGES OF Mr BOOMBASTIC, LUVA LUVA PRAVIN...

Kifer zot en koler? The hidden meaning behind this fantasy is of course, " Avek moi, Pravin Jugnauth, mo tousel kapav satisfer zot!" Mr Boombastic, luva luva Boy will reach the parts that others can't, because as he tells us almost everyday, without any kata kata, "Mo p fer! Mo pou fer li!Zot kapav kont lor moi pou gagne satisfaction!"...as he said last year.
Every night, after a nice drop of sherry, and whilst lying in bed, our toothy Casanova is dreaming of his next speech and how to convince us that he knows how he will handle us and penetrate our souls....

He will dream of our juices flowing and our resolve hardening when he tells us: " I know we are facing a few problems, but you will feel so good when I am on top of them. I will deal with them slowly and take my time so that you can appreciate and enjoy all my efforts in trying to please you. But, if you prefer, I'll be quick too.

I am here to servi ou et en mem tan servi nou pays. Mo pa peur personne! I will enter into any dark hole and prove to you that there is nothing that I won't do to please you...I will thrust myself as deep as I can whenever the situation demands it, and you will see how much I will probe every opening in order to make your life better..

For you, I promise I will penetrate every mysterious hole in order to please you. Parole donnee, parole sacree!

Tou kalite koustik mo pou fer pou ou kontan moi. Others want to be lions, I will be a tiger and roar with pleasure when you show me how satisfied you are with my efforts..."
When he is in such a rampant mood, our day dreaming luva luva will tell us: " Problems are problems only for "anti patriotes". Avek moi, I will pin the problems down, look them in the eye, show them that I mean business, and I will get rid of them with some powerful thrusts and lunges, and with some heavy breathing to show that I am really on top of the situation....Will you come with me? I would love it if we come together..as a nation!
I will change the days of the week and rename them as Moanday, Tongueday (or Tarolah Day, if you wish), Wetday, Thrustday, Friskday, Sexday, and Suckday....The last one is for ice cream, preferably Corona, to crown an exhausting week of giving you satisfaction...
I promise you: I won't stop until the neighbours hear you shout my name repeatedly at the same time as invoking God. Even if one of them, still under the effects of yesterday's free Goodwill, says: " Ta Pravin! To pa tander li p crier toi? To sourde? To meme nou Bon Dier! Li p crier "Oh God! Oh God! You are the best!", be dire li arete kriy to nom et fer tapaz kumsa! To pa koner nou p guet Man U kont liverpool la?"
Yes, I am Mr Lover, here to fer zot tou gagne satisfaction ar moi. Mo sel leader ki kapav fer zot satisfe dan la sam tousel avek moi! Evidaman. Et bien sure, laisse mo fer zot rapel ki Maurice in vine ene santier, et lor fouy trou partou, pena personne ki pli bon ki moi! Evidaman.