The politicians are omnipresent. Hence our problems are also omnipresent. We have no place to stand (or bury the dead in flooded Bangladesh). We can only stare at the grim realities, not unleashed by Nature. Who are more omnivorous?

Floods come and go, but our politicians are permanent fixtures. The sun never rises, but it is always setting. We are familiar with political moonshine, and political kalbaishakis. Our politics is as dry as the Sahara desert.

Grey politics is the mother of all local inventions and interventions. Politics in the LDCs do not come in Technicolorit is always black and grey; plus white lies.

The politicians believe in ghapla or snafu-situation normal all fumbled up. Necessity is the mother of dubious inventions.

Vicious cycles? Yes, we have more than that; vicious cycles of vicious circles. The effect is cyclonic, year after year.

Mystery, thy name is not woman, but politics.

An ounce of prevention is better then cure. In politics, an ounce of intervention brings in tons of money.

Money is flat and made to pile up, says the miser. No, money is round and made to roll. What the politicians say? Money is and made to, (fill in the blanks).