Absobloominglutely politically INcorrect . . .
On a desolate island in the middle of nowhere, the following group of people are shipwrecked:
2 Italian men and 1 Italian woman
2 French men and 1 French woman
2 German men and 1 German woman
2 Greek men and 1 Greek woman
2 Bulgarian men and 1 Bulgarian woman
2 Japanese men and 1 Japanese woman
2 Chinese men and 1 Chinese woman
2 American men and 1 American woman
2 Indian men and 1 Indian woman
One month later, on the same island:
One Italian man killed the other Italian man for the Italian woman.
The two French men and the French woman are living happily together in a menage-a-trois.
The two German men have a strict weekly schedule of alternating visits with the German woman.
The two Greek men are sleeping with each other and the Greek woman is cleaning and cooking for them.
The two Bulgarian men took one long look at the endless ocean, another long look at the Bulgarian woman, and started swimming.
The two Japanese men have faxed Tokyo and are awaiting instructions.
The two Chinese men have set up a pharmacy, a liquor store, a restaurant and a laundry, and have got the woman pregnant in order to supply employees for their stores.
The two American men are depressed because the American woman complains about her body, the nature of feminism, that the water tastes bad, how her last boyfriend respected her opinion and treated her nicer than they do; how her relationship with her mother is improving, and how at least it isn't raining on the island.
The two Indian men are waiting for someone to introduce them to the Indian woman.
B: As in roti or gabenor or the rock band?
Q: (grits teeth) How about roti?
B: Either white or black.
Q: (eyes widen). I'm astonished. Ne'er thought you're a racist.
B: (sighs). I was meaning white bread which is somewhat less healthy but goes well with anything, or black bamboo charcoal bread which has a nice flavor.
Can i make you a sandwich of one slice white and the other slice black? Like the ivory and ebony keys of a piano?
Incidentally, take either one off, and music can't be made harmoniously from that instrument.
But you already knew that, didn't you?
Q: What's in between your white-black sandwich, then?
B: Nothing. Aren't we not supposed to talk about gabenor?
Q: Umm. Back to this gardenia versus massimo debate. Where do you stand?
B: (looks at the ground sheepishly). Sini?
Q: Seriously and surely, there must be some issue in it all?
B: Ok, but only if you insist.
I think if we widen our mental horizon, the matter is all about people and principles.
Now if we converge people and principles into a complex and extend that complex upwards to an absolute end, then we reach a certain Destination which carries a certain message.
Take me for instance. I am now doing what i was doing ever since the country started. It's like the message is saying, go back to remedial class and relearn the lesson. A second chance before exit, perhaps.
Q: Hmm. That either sounds sad or encouraging, or both.
B: Yes, life is about choices within the swirl of destiny. People can choose the principles they want to practice. However the outcomes may turn out other than expected.
Now, what is the principle behind this bread equation?
That value for money should be independent of race.
That if we continue to see everything through the lens of race, then we will only extend what we want to end.
Because the other principle of life is all about action and reaction, and it operates continuously.
You react by race and i will act by race to counteract your reaction.
Then you react to my reaction and the cycle continues, enlarges and deepens.
And that because those who want to keep this cycle in order to justify their own importance will be more than willing to lend a mischievous hand to make it happen perpetually.
Somehow, someday, somewhere, we must cut this gordian knot that is snuffing out our instinctive predisposition for kindness, compassion and goodwill towards all fellowmen and women.
(especially women).
Because an eye for an eye makes all blind and the world a monochrome of darkness. Mehr licht, mein kinde getan!
I think it's long overdue, and GE12 and GE13 have shown as much that the Rakyat of Malaysia realize it is not about being civilized to one another for just political expediency which is the solution.
In fact, it is the problem, for it strengthens the very structure that must be dismantled because that structure propagates differentiation and division in order to usurp power from the people.
So that when people are weakened by that, principles suffer as well and the long hard path to the absolute end becomes harder to discern.
No?
Q: Can i make you a cuppa coffee to go with the sandwich you're going to make me?
B: Why don't i make both for you, and you can add something in between the sandwiches for both of us?
Q: Ah, i get what you're not saying.
B: Right now, who is really running the country? The gabenor in a piece of paper. The value of that paper has been dropping. Meanwhile the functions of commerce and industry have been propped by subsidies denominated in that currency. This actually double erodes the fixed deposits of reserves for future generations besides raising financing charges that swallow up any hard-earned gains.
Therefore one cannot escape the conclusion people who are thankful to a government just because it gives subsidies forget their own future generations will be the ones paying for those subsidies utilized today, in too many cases just to survive. Yes?