Where i live fancies itself as ______fill in the blank - what it is, is a 600 year-old fishing hamlet on the central coast of a land’s end which meets every storm coming out of the South China Sea, and in the inexorable coming days of “climate change” means conditions of increasing severity for the foreseeable future, or extinction - whichever comes first. It is a magic land populated by a warrior class adequate to bring Uncle Sam to his knees, but wise enough to invite its aggressors back to the table in order to study lessons on the economic advantages of “market economy.” What resulted was a gaggle of hipster doofuses advocating a “Kiosk Economy” which had enriched them so mightily as they dismantled one quiet cohesive community after another in capitalism’s mighty march to the sea. It is only a question of time before these road agents for bezos are marketing DIY “big box” discount warehouses for the local population to gorge itself on all the plastic gewgaws the petro-nazis can produce in late-stage capitalism.
It begins with the consumer holidays - tacking a little baby turkey here · a little tinsel there, and Shazam! you have an entire population spending what they don’t have, disappointed for their children and feeling shame for not providing them the good life seen on the ubiquitous mobile screen they can’t seem to put down. It is times like this i wish i was an actual writer able to clearly explicate the fraud unfolding in front of me. But just like my dysfunctional family raised in the “belly of the beast” i am contaminated to the degree that my mere presence is an echo of some prior transgression. I am old and white, the same age as the murderers of Mai Lai (My Son); the same rat bastards that left a quagmire of Agent Orange the size of Los Angeles County that is still leeching into the water table some 50 years later - who’s gonna listen to me? I can’t even get served Pho without chagrin - and justifiably so.
It is no longer a nationalist issue - it is a class issue · the rich think they have won; i disagree and spit on the notion that transforming a self-sustaining 600 year-old culture into a destination venue is in the best interest of all concerned; i don’t much care who knows that. Today a stand up contributor to the fb“expat” page in my region was forced to question an inappropriate post by an anal retentive beastial-conflicted libertine foreigner trolling for underage trysts with transgender youth. It doesn’t faze me what your proclivities are, what is repugnant is for anyone to inflict their morality on others. Where i live is a conservative community and as such requires a degree of conformance to norms, nor is this the first instance of self-serving lascivious oppression by individuals lacking respect and restraint in cultures i've visited. When i entertained a possible life on a marble outcropping in the middle of the Philippine archipelago, my neighbor in the lagoon we shared happened to have been chased off of a neighboring island for preying on youth - a prototypical predatory pedophile · one might even say an acolyte to the deposed leader of the free world Herr #45.
I was mortified at the time and made more so when i understood this punk-ass fuck had lodged with the full knowledge and consent of the local governor - his 1st Counsel being my landlord · I do not believe in morality, i believe in decency; what you do as a consenting adult is your own business, but when you wish to import and overlay your concept of acceptable onto ancient traditions, you are no better than a “carpet bagger” at the end of the ‘merican Civil War. It is in this spirit with which i comment on possible outcomes to the climate ravaged region i now reside; Nepal in her majestic spiritual poverty allowed for a notion of “voluntarism” to root and believe as sustainable. Whether it was some sad outcome of having conquered Mount Everest, or cagey geo-politic savvy by the ethereally seductive Dames from the slopes of the Himalayas, i can’t, or won’t say - i can say that anything that denudes the power of whatever contributed to the established community before this conceit of Noblesse Oblige rooted is bullshit · including the words you read herein.
Our planet needs no more people to replicate our goofy DNA strand, but to thrive, we must welcome each new member with love and regard borne of 10’s of thousands of years of human history, not the sappy proclamations by intern ad-masters climbing the corporate abyss to nowhere. To master adversity and succeed in business it is necessary to take a cold hard look at real world conditions and market to that reality. Where i live has experienced 13 typhoons in as many weeks - where do you go to scientifically study the behavior of typhoons¿; how do you translate the human toll of storm ravaged coastlines except to find every possible solution from every possible empirical experience¿ Who do you confer with, but those most affected over the greatest length of time? What are my brethren expats doing - inviting more “destination junkies” to come and buy more Tchotchkes to take home to Berlin, Seoul and Hoboken and creating a plethora of boutique kitchens to gorge the un-empty stomachs of already fat enough travelers, while ignoring the existing authorities on the planet about the ravages of where typhoons meet coastline after 600 + years of indigenous wisdom - what you must ask yourselves is who is getting enriched¿? or to paraphrase the famous late great Dashiell Hammett regarding “monetary mysteries.” .. ··· ‘follow the money’ with one eye open while swimming for the deep end (Mssr Hammett never said what’s not in quotes, but it looks great on paper).
jts 04/12/2020
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