No-confidence motion case…new evidence against Charrandas desperate – DatadinAttorney-at-law Sanjeev Datadin has accused the APNU+AFC Coalition of misleading the public with the recent application it made to the Caribbean Court of Justice (CCJ) regarding the pending appeals on the no-confidence motion.In an apparent move to further delay the court’s rulings on the appeals, the Government is now seeking to have introduced new evidence relating to former AFC Member of Parliament Charrandas Persaud, he said.However, in a statement late Friday night, Persaud’s attorney in the proceedings, Datadin, sought to clear the air on the application being sought by the Government.“The application filed by the Attorney General is desperate. It is another ‘red herring’ designed to mislead the nation. The AG has deliberately and mischievously not disclosed the whole truth of the statement made by our client, Charrandas Persaud. The statement is sadly taken wholly out of context,” the attorney said in the statement.According to Datadin, he would be filing a response with the CCJ immediately.In an application filed by Senior Counsel Eamon Courtenay on behalf of Attorney General Basil Williams on Friday, the Trinidad-based regional court is being asked to, among other things, grant permission for the submission of new evidence that has recently become available to the AG.According to the court application, the evidence “will probably have an important influence on the outcome of this appeal, and… is credible,” and as such, Government is seeking permission to make submissions on whether the new evidence should be admitted; and if admitted, the relevance of the new evidence to the outcome of the appeal.The “new evidence” has to do with comments made by the former AFC MP Charrandas Persaud, who crossed over to vote in favour of the Opposition’s no confidence motion against the Coalition Government.The application was filed on the grounds that, among other things, there was no direct evidence of whether Persaud knew that he was unqualified to be candidate and disqualified from sitting in the National Assembly.Having heard oral submissions from the various parties in the consolidated appeals in two marathon sessions on May 9 and 10, the CCJ panel of judges is expected to deliver their ruling within the coming days. However, with this move by the Government, this process can further be delayed.Much is hinging on whatever decision the court delivers, but the most crucial decision would be on the calculation of what constitutes a “majority” to give effect to Art 106 (6): “The President and the Cabinet shall resign if the Government is defeated by a vote of majority of all elected members of the National Assembly on a vote of confidence.”Following the December 21, 2018 passage of the no confidence motion against the Government, the Coalition Government challenged the validity of the motion; and after failing to get the Speaker of the National Assembly, Dr. Barton Scotland, to reverse it, Government approached the High Court.However, acting Chief Justice Roxane George in January upheld the passage of the motion, ruling that it was validly passed with the 33 majority. This decision was then appealed by Government at the Appeal Court, which in March ruled via a 2-1 majority that an absolute majority of 34 votes is needed to successfully pass the motion.As a last resort, the CCJ is being asked to finally determine these matters.
lations!” That’s immediate-ly followed by the question that determines your image as a runner: “What was your time?” I said I wanted to finish the race in under 5 hours, but I wasn’t going to be too upset if that didn’t happen. Yet, as I went through miles 20-26, I kept checking my watch. I was closing in on six hours by my incoherent calculations, and I was adamant that I couldn’t go over six hours. I don’t have my official time yet, but according to my watch, I clocked in somewhere around 5 hours, 45 minutes. That sure looks good in print. Mentally, it feels good. Physically, not so much. Everything aches. From my three bruised toenails (one of which is about to fall off) to my brain. Trying to convince yourself to keep running when your thighs are screaming at you with 11 miles to go, is awfully taxing. I was cheerful and energetic from the start. I sang to “I Love L.A.” as we crossed the starting line and made conversation with other runners, and all was well for 12 miles or so. I said thanks to volunteers at every water stop (toward the end, I couldn’t muster the energy to do so – so a belated thank you to you all), was cooing at dogs along the course and chatting with my friend, Bonnie. We ran together until mile 15. That’s when my game plan unraveled. I hit the wall. I just finished running my first marathon. Actually, I think I shuffled across the LosAngeles Marathon finish line on Sunday. That would probably be more accurate. I hadn’t figured I’d be one of those runners whose shuffle was equal to the pace of some walkers. But it was a way to keep moving, and if I knew if I kept moving, I’d be all right. My goal was to finish the race, not win the prize car. When you finish, people say, “congratu- I was warned beforehand that fans who line the course – who, by the way, are the greatest – would say, “You’re almost there!” even when you’re not. A sign with that phrase showed up at mile 15. She clearly had never run a marathon. Not sure if it was a coincidence, but that’s when I hit the proverbial wall. If you’ve never heard of the wall, that’s the place where you feel you just can’t take another step. Mentally, you’ve given up. Physically, all you can think about is stopping so you can end the torture. In the 400-meter dash, it’s at 300 meters. In the marathon, I was told the wall was at mile 22. That’s why family and friends crowd the area, to offer encouragement. That’s supposed to help you dig deep to find that second wind. I started walking at mile 17. It killed me. I felt like such a loser. I was thinking about how I’d have to write this piece describing a nine-mile walk-of-shame through downtown to finish the “race.” A half-mile later, I couldn’t stand myself anymore. Another runner must’ve seen the look on my face, and he smiled and nodded. That was enough to get me going again. That’s when the shuffling started. I was scuffing the ground with my shoes like a lazy teenager who’s traveling down a high school hallway in no hurry to get to class. I was in a hurry to get to the finish line for sure, it just seemed that each mile marker came every 10 miles. Then came the text message. You bring your cellphone, by the way, so your fan club can check in with you to see where you’re at and plan to meet you at certain points. At mile 20 or so, I got a text which read: “Are you done?” Clearly, my friend had finished, and I had another sixmiles in store. I replied, “NO!” I decided to punish myself for not making it through the entire race running by running up the hill near mile 22. I’d love to say where it was – heck, I would’ve loved to check out the new course – but I think I was too delirious to know. My boyfriend, Arthur, met me at several stops along the way. He brought encouragement, ice, water, sunscreen and Pringles (hey, you need salt!). It gave me something to look forward to when the pure joy of running a marathon had dissipated. I expect that to return in a few days when I can walk again. I did a combination of walking, shuffling and running the last six miles. And after I saw the 26mile-mark, something clicked and I had a second wind. Being a former high school cross country and track athlete (which was many years and pounds ago), I knew I’d clearly done something wrong if I had a kick at the end of 26.2 miles. I’ll fix that for my next marathon. Ha! Tell me why people ever do more than one of these things! After I finished, posed for a picture and blindly hobbled around, I laid down in the middle of Flower and 3rd Street (this intersection obviously was closed for the marathon), looked up at the blue sky and, between grunts of pain, realized that I had just become a member of the 26.2-mile club. Who cares how I got there? [email protected] (818) 713-3615 160Want local news?Sign up for the Localist and stay informed Something went wrong. Please try again.subscribeCongratulations! You’re all set!
Micky Gray told talkSPORT that the young generation of footballers caused him to quit the game, as they believed they had made it as a star after just one match.His comments come after Raheem Sterling flaunted his wealth on social media, showing off a flash house just days after England were humiliated at Euro 2016, losing to Iceland to fall out of the competition at the Round of 16 stage.Manchester City youngster Sterling has come under scrutiny since bursting onto the scene with Liverpool, being caught allegedly smoking a shisha pipe and inhaling nitrous oxide.Taken alongside some abject performances, many believe the 21-year-old cares more about his personal life than game of football, and Gray has revealed that he quit after coming into contact with similar players.Speaking to Colin Murray, the former England international said: “I got to Sheffield Wednesday, my last club, and I saw the biggest change I’d ever seen. From being a youngster, coming through as a professional at some great clubs, I went to Sheffield Wednesday and I’d never seen anything like it in my life. It made me quit.“What I saw was youngsters coming through into the first-team, and [doing] exactly the same thing [as Sterling]. Sat in the changing room with headphones on, dancing around to his own music, in his own head, and then playing a football match.“That was it; in one game and you’ve made it.”Whilst it could just be considered a phase which modern football is going through, and that will soon end, Gray actually believes this state is only going to get worse.“It’s not the manager’s fault,” Gray added. “I just think we’re mentally weak, and the weakness comes from generation after generation – and it’s going to get worse.“If anyone thinks we’re going to get better, we’re not going to get better.”