Jay G372 vs Q410, gloat, gloat, with North Korea about to combine with South Korea in CDMA2000 phragmented photon paradise as per your and my Machiavellian estimations. Japan and China are both rapidly filling with that amazing harmonic synchronicity too, as is India [having just ordered another million or two handsets from Samsung]. Not to mention the USA.
A century ago, my grandfather was colonizing Dalian, holidaying in Korea and trying to enrich the region with oil. Foolishly, they threw him out and the Japanese came marauding. A century of poverty and war ensnared the region, with guns still drawn and noocular weapons of mass destruction being seriously talked about and even built. Those things do not make people happier.
I shall disarm their fevered brains with the magical cyberphone light sabres of peace, light, harmony, happiness, health, prosperity, longevity, fun and love, bringing them into the 21st century. I hope this time they don't reject my tender loving care and the gengki dama I'm offering them.
Notice how the aggressive Americans are seeing their dollar decline while people fearfully hide clutching their Aztec totem against the turmoil, but most of all, people are joining the Q.
<N.Korea: Beijing, get off the bus, or I will let loose a refugee flood on you, and when I get really pissed off, I will launch against you.>
But I thought China built a Great Wall of China for the specific purpose of avoiding such an onslaught or people from the north.
Meanwhile, I'm off to golf at Waitakere, where lots of Koreans are now playing. They seem to have slipped around the Great Wall and the Great Ocean and bingo, here they are. They are very polite, nice people, though they tend to be the ones chopping divots and leaving them for somebody else to repair. I suppose they have servants in Korea or something, so are unaquainted with our peculiar cultural norms here.
Their cash flow has certainly helped improve the course quality, but on the other hand, where 4 years ago we had a beautiful Shangrila valley to ourselves, with wood pigeons, fantails, rosellas, tui, rabbits, streams and forests surrounding us, now we have people in front and behind [well, fairly often]. It's still quite nice.
However, it's a different planet from this beautiful place, thebridgesrsf.com where I was invited to play by a creator of the first CDMA ASIC. We have only the lush music of nature - Rancho Sante Fe is quite dry.
I see that if I'm quick, I can join The Bridges [apply anyway - they'd probably decline my application] for only $325,000 membership fee before it goes up to $350,000. It's tempting. My annual membership here is US$300 [midweek playing only]. I'm not sure if they also have a monthly fee at The Bridges.
The toilet was the best I have ever seen. All sorts of cosmetics, shaving equipment and anything one could imagine wanting in the bathroom.
Now, I think of the poor in Bombay, in the rain, dark and muddy potholed roads, with mosquitoes and ramshackle slum sheds for houses. A surrealistic sight, which happily improved by day. Somewhat.
It still baffles my mind that this state of affairs can still continue after so many thousands of years of effort by all to improve their lot. However, with the advent of CDMA2000 and the demise of the Aztec totem representing a zero-sum game of territoriality and conquest, hierarchy and wealth by confiscation and possession, fraught with population overload, fear and hunger, I expect to see the surrealistic picture transform to idyllic bliss.
The world will fill to the strains of beautiful music. Harmony. Peace, fun and love.
Meanwhile, I'm off to golf among the music of nature while Koreans north and south, Americans, Japanese and Chinese, seek harmony and nirvana. I think they'll find it. You know where. It's not in heavy metals, whether uranium, plutonium, platinum or gold. Hint = Qommmmmmmmmmmmmm.....
Noblesse oblige, Mqurice
PS: To help the process, there is a little half Korean, half Canadian boy called Tarken, named after our oldest, who is named after Tarkan, the son of Sezgin Burak, late of Istanbul. Little friends of all the world. As you know, the chasing of girls bears no shame and recognizes no boundaries. |