Once A Fool...

Greetings,

Here comes the garbage truck! Yes, the overflowing amount of data, information, sludge, grime, slime, prime-time rubbish, lies, distortion, hubris, and unlimited broken dreams is amazing.

Can you say it slowly? A-maze-ing.

What people absorb in their daily diet of propaganda sleaze if you please, is utterly downright incredible.

Consider the old guard in Peking now, for example. The survivors from the Cultural Revolution 1966-1976. They didn't get to their present position by being nice guys all sugar and spice and what not. No, they turned in-on-at-from everyone. They executed their rivals. They saved their thin skin. They purged and regurgitated slogans and harmonious social alphabet soup.

Politics in the BIG C is a deadly game of power and control. The haves and the haves not. Big Brother is watching you. All day and all night. All the time. In your dreams you drag your monkeys through the streets past a pregnant woman on her knees begging for mercy from strangers down at the crossroads.

In China it's all about relationships.

"No class, no struggle," said a Chinese business university student cramming for exams.
"Now it's all about money." In June there will be millions of new graduates chasing hundreds of jobs.

"You should just blend in," said a Chinese teacher to a foreign fool. She was one of them, the informers. He was an untouchable.

The leaders and teeming population are waiting for the imaginary torch of legitimacy, the golden flaming Greek ideal of fair play, old sport, good on ya and razamataz...to begin it's long arduous trek through the hinterlands across 135 countries toward Eversee Everest, the pinnacle of their land grab a bag of bones will ya...no fooling.

Peace.