In the midst of Jamaica’s 64th independence celebrations my distress is that the iconic Festival Song contest has become a snooze fest. It began in 1966 as Edward Seaga’s brainchild. He wanted a symbol that would unite Jamaicans regardless of race, creed, colour, religion or politics. And he succeeded with a bang. Or, perhaps, better put, with a bam. I want you to know that I am the man who fights for the right not for the wrong. Going here and going there.