TJ, while I'm on a riff [back from a week's 3D sojourn in Kiwi hinterlands], I am disturbed by all this lovey-dovey stuff between Hu Jintao, the KMT bloke and now Chen [you Chens do get around and I assume your affiliation with said blood-thick Chen is more viscous than your affection for a mere Jintao].
I was hoping for an all-out noocular war between Russia, China, Taiwan, North and South Korea, Japan, the USA and Oz, with flare-ups in the middle east as Israel pre-empts a noocular threat from Iran and maybe Pakistan, with India joining in to sort out Kashmir etc once and for all.
That would have been so much fun in the Year of the Feather Duster [aka Rooster]. Africans and Chechen and others could have joined in too. It could have been the biggest war ever, by an order of magnitude. We could have easily achieved over 1 billion dead.
Now it looks as though I'll have to make do with sales of umpty million high margin, high royalty, CDMA phragmented photon cyberphones instead. I suppose that's some compensation and I'm glad I didn't sell my QCOM in expectation of Asian catastrophic carnage. I suppose I didn't really believe it would happen.
Being dead or at best impoverished is usually something that people think twice about, and a dirty great war would leave a lot of corpses and cash flow deficits to think about.
Okay, I'll make do with CDMA sales instead of the fun of neutron bombs. It's a win-win-Winn world.
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