Tiger Woods and Ruddy Spencer, what do these two men have in common?

Well My Friend P has said that the lion sleeps but the Tiger is definitely not napping, well not without four points on his drivers licence from his latest escapade.

But this chap, Ruddy Spencer, our erstwhile Minister of Health, has been on my radar for sometime. For one this man seems to get an awful amount of airtime in our newscast. He seems to be able to weave his soul into the fabric of some many topical incidences. And very rarely if ever at all is he woven into the cloth in a positive way.

Ruddy managed to so rile the nurses that Lady Edith nearly went out and purchased a year's supply of human hair wigs because she knew that her appointments with the camera would increase.

Then there was the blood bank issue with the shortage of bags, also under his express tutelage.

It would seem that whenever you see Mr. Spencer there is always some disgruntled person waiting in the wings. So last night was no different when the news report indicated that a regular member of the public seems to have said a couple of words of colour to our goodly Minister. Of course the Saviour of the world Pearnel Charles was on hand to stretch forth his hand like Moses and calm the crowd and restore some sort of dignity [if any is left] the dear old Ruddy, 150 millionth appearance on TV.

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If I were grading the MPs I am sorry but Ruddy would get a resounding F. The frequency with which he suffers distress and disrespect from his assigned working constituency suggest that he must be worst member of parliament that the world has - or certainly Jamaica has had. [Okay I forgot - George Bush is ahead of everyone on the political worst list. Anyway Ruddy's penchant for disagreements suggest that his power of negotiation, compromise and maybe just simple common sense are below par.

Please Ruddy, do us news watchers a favour and remain locked in your office until the start of the new year [2010]. Because whenever you venture outside you are a sitting duck.

Okay back to Tiger Woods, the first black man to get the coveted golfing symbol of having arrived - The Green Jacket. What has he done to his squeaky-clean image? All these accusations swirling of infidelity seems difficult to fathom.

But we guess if he is stroking par also then he is pretty much on track to end up just like our boy Ruddy.

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Of course the Saviour of the world Pearnel Charles was on hand to stretch forth his hand like Moses and calm the crowd and restore some sort of dignity [if any is left] the dear old Ruddy, 150 millionth appearance on TV.