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That was not a good road sign.
It is a direly desperate cry for help ... by the Homeland to the Middle Kingdom, one failing strategic competitor to a reborn strategic counter-party. The cost of the help, if extended, will be high, very high, even as still more help will be sought down the road to TeoTwawKi for progressively higher cost, as all roads are said to lead to what was once the bright glory and then the darkened Rome.
The helping cost will eventually be a place named Taiwan, as one more desperate ally is betrayed, as usual, by the Homeland, principles be S.Vientnam-ed, as the helicopters fly off from the roof tops and then shoved messily into the gentle South China Sea. When so, the sashimi-eaters will be properly choke-held and a new Pax-sinica will dawn in East Asia. Maurice will learn to speak a new language, and sing a different tune accomanied by unfamiliral musical instruments.
It is also a warning to all of human kind, to be thrift, and hold steady to the advice of the ancients, to work, to not speculate, and to ... accumulate gold. In other words, hold true to the Constitution.
I have seen this movie before. It is a biblical story of bravado, hubris, stupidity, spendthrift, moral bankruptcy, betrayal, and shame.
The start of the story leads eventually to financial crisis, economic debacle, debt defaults, property confiscation, redistribution, wealth evaporation, political recrimination, social collapse, revolution, dissipation, dark interregnum (destitution, war, civil war, etc), revolution, part II, and eventually, once on the bright side, war of liberation, reset, rebirth, and reform.
Of course, overlaid on top of the coming complications is this small matter of clash of civilizations. The trouble with the complication is that a whole lot of one opposing culture, particularly adapt at separating heads from shoulders, is already deeply embedded, journalist-like, deep within the counter-party civilization, even as the opposing culture is alarmingly fearless, ready to take down the whole structure, just to make an awful point.
The Homeland's eventual solution to the deeply-embedded opposition will make the Middle Kingdom's treatment of same feel like an afternoon tea party, as the Homeland took its early learnings from the United Kingdom that invented concentration camps (a legacy that Maurice conveniently forgets to point out amongst the Common Laws).
As I look across the real and cyber spaces, at the hate-filled faces of street demonstrators of one side holding high the banners that shouts what must be done to non-believers, and then at the counter-party of a coalition of unwillings, the image of the little boy poking at a hornet's nest comes to mind.
Let me be more explicit, the war will spread, deepen, and the fires will eventually engulf all in the conflic that started so long ago.
Idle speculation, soon enough the CNN and Fox TVs of the world, and the NY Times and Wall Street Journals of the planet will be championing a secular, terrible, and proxy bulwark against the flames of radical and fundamental belief, now needed - a sort of Saddam reborn, or worse.
Advice, be Tao, and seek truth from the spinning facts.
200 odd history of pre-school is simply too short a time to learn anything as yet, when there is so much to experience still.
After pre-school, there will be primary, junior high, high schools, summer camps, college, exotic side trips, post graduate contemplation, advanced reflections, and then eventually, the maturity of 6,000 years, assuming one graduates and pick up the mother of all diplomas at all.
What I meant to say is that we are just at the start of a biblical story.
In any case, my naughty Coconut is now in a small and still gentle noodle-eating lake-side village near the Alps, accompanied by two boy toddlers of a dynastic German music score family, and two equally early-days rugrat-esses of the equally ancient Laotian royal family. They are accompanied by the three school-mate moms and one older kid, and entourage, to be trained to behave at the table, partake in BBQs, and run amongst the trees of empire past.
We must do what we must still do, while there is still time, before the onset of the dark interregnum, to prepare the next generation for a complicated state that will increasingly be, even as contingency plans slosh around in our minds and hidden tears fall from our minds' eye.
Back to more pleasant thoughts ... the temperature amongst the trees is reported to be unusually cold on a supposedly warming earth, and so sweaters are borrowed from neighbors.
My early blessing to my then new wife to attend that somewhat famous Boston-based institution of higher finishing school for new wives is starting to pay dividends, as the planet-spanning network kicks in to provide summer vacation choices across the globe for the young Coconut :0)
By the way, again, in case I was not clear, events are looking less right by the day, and so, recommendation, buy yen, accumulate gold, hold HKD, and watch both the East and the West, while not miss a trick in Mother Russia.
Chugs, J
P.S. search on "Fiat Money Inflation in France" on Google, and e-mail the resulting links of wisdom to all family and friends, to alert them on what is coming this way. |
