Fireworks Should Be Banned

downloadI’m sitting here in my office at 8.30PM on July 4th and my wee doggie is sitting petrified on my lap. As I look out my window, thousands of people are waiting for the annual fireworks display to begin, a display that will commence in about an hour and a half and will last about 15 minutes. In the meantime, since 7PM last night, July 3rd, and throughout the day today, I have been subjected to sporadic explosions, some small, some large, which have not only scared the heck out of me, but have literally driven my dog to insanity. It’s 86 degrees outside right now, it’s light, and it’s fucking noisy! Why do people insist on doing this? The animals hate it, I hate it, and what purpose does it serve? When did this ‘firework’ tradition begin? In the UK we have ‘Bonfire’ night. On the 5th of November every year, the same day Guy Fawkes tried to blow up parliament, in 1605 BC, we light bonfires and set off fireworks, none so elaborate as in the USA, but noisy enough and frustrating for not only those who dislike them, but for the poor animals who absolutely despise them. My friend Mary in Portland OR has her 12-year-old dog on puppy tranquilizers, just for today. I must admit, with Lola, my dog, shaking like a leaf as I type this piece, I too am tempted to go to the vet and get him to prescribe the same so that she doesn’t suffer again. Every year it’s the same. 9 PM rolls on in and BANG! Kaboom! Poof! Scared shitless and scared to the point of no return, a state that no animal and no human should have to endure. I know it’s tradition, I know it’s all part of the culture, but for goodness sake, with the drought the way it is, how stupid can anyone be letting off fireworks into an evening where the wind is gusting, then still, the grass and forests are like a tinderbox, just waiting for that one spark so the can erupt in flame, and every single animal, either domesticated or wild, has to suffer the indignity of fear unwillingly bestowed upon them by moronic behavior that goes beyond all common sense.

Fireworks should be banned, banned for good. Put on a light show instead, as they’ve done in some of the worst drought hit areas in CA. That way we will all get peace enjoying a show that will make great viewing, delightful music and keep our wildlife and countryside free from the possibility of yet more death and destruction.

To all my American friends, Happy 4th July. Stay out of trouble and keep smiling. You only became independent because we let you!

What Is Up With Killing Dogs?

I read on the BBC today that in China, Yulin to be precise, there’s the annual dog meat festival taking place right now. This is sick beyond words. Read the article, complain, Facebook it, Tweet it, do whatever you can to stop this barbarism. What is up with China? What is it that these people don’t get? Why is mans best friend now a unhappy meal. It’s ridiculous in this day and age that we allow this to happen, although, as my friend in Portland told me this morning, ‘when you’re hungry…’

This is not hunger though, this is barbarism. A ritual that can be terminated if enough people get together and create a big enough fuss. As I said, get on it, send it to all your friends, and do what you can to stop these people butchering more innocent dogs

 

www.bbc.com/news/world-asia-china-33220235

 

 

Hands Down-India Wins!!!

IMG_0486With three cars surrounding the BMW I was sitting in, one on either side and one in front, we crawled to a halt as a man riding a donkey jumped the central reservation of the two lane highway we were about to enter, getting hit immediately by another on coming vehicle, one that was trying to overtake us on the right hand side, hitting the donkey broadside, throwing its rider ten feet up into the air and then down straight through its windshield, severing his head into two parts. The donkey, oblivious to it’s now decapitated owner, made haste for the other side of the road and safety. The rider, now dead, and brains splattered all over the road, remained in two distinctly separate pieces. My guide turned to me, hands firmly on the steering wheel which he now gripped with some angst, and with a certain casualness and a huge smile, said, “Do not worry, he is dead. Happens all the time here in India. The donkey is safe by the looks of the way he ran away, and that’s a good thing!” Welcome to India!

On the road to Agra to see the Taj Mahal, a new road, built to make the journey from Delhi palatable, (the old road took 5 hours, the new one 2 hours), there were no other cars. Why? Because the road costs $10 to drive and the vast majority of Indians cannot afford to venture out and enjoy it’s three lane British motorway like feel. It was sensational, driving at 80 MPH for 200 kilometers without seeing a single car, not even a cop car. Passing through three toll booths, each one emptier than the other, with toll collectors who just seemed to hang out and chat with one another, surrounded on either side by brick making facilities, yes, building bricks, which created the most vial of smells and pollution that was so bad, blue sky is something not seen in that area since independence in 1948.

IMG_0211Agra wasn’t too far into the distant brown horizon and as suddenly as this new road had begun, it ended, not with a bang, but with a true shock to a system already in turmoil. An Ox, then a few cows and then monkeys, yes monkeys, running wild on roads that were fit for the only vehicles that seemed to fit, tuc-tuc’s. Some single seater, some laden with dirty washing, cow dung patties, or dead animals, such as wild boar, and some overfilled with passengers, normally 6 or more seated in a space suitable for 2. Culture shock would be a mild exaggeration on how I was feeling at the precise moment we crossed a bridge and an Ox ran out in front of our new BMW, which by the way, stuck out like the sore thumb amidst the chaos of poverty we were now driving against.

Destination Taj Mahal. Excitement? Perhaps. Disappointment? Well after parking, meeting my new guide and walking the half mile or so in 112 degrees of heat from the parking lot to the grounds and entrance of the Taj, sweat rolling off my back, each step taken with the deliberate avoidance of feces, from humans and cows and dogs and pigs and monkeys, one could only feel disappointed to be shown round one of the worlds wonders and then stopping to think, “hang on, this is just an empty dome” OK so it was built 360 years ago, some feat, but Jesus Christ walked the planet some 2000 years ago and his miracles seem far greater than this eccentric piece of real estate. The history of the Taj is interesting, but only if you want to hear about an ancient government and king fleecing his own people whilst determined to build a palace and mausoleum for his already dead wife. Oh wait, sounds a lot like today’s politicians! I liked the building, I liked the premiss, but for God’s sake, how can this be a wonder of the world? It’s situated next to the biggest shit hole I have ever seen, yes, greater than any shit hole China has to offer, so my friends, I take you back to the title of this blog, India wins hands down!

India, or at least the parts I saw, is by far the biggest shit hole I have ever had the misfortune to visit. I apologize in advance to all my friends from that country, and all who have to live there. I am sorry that you have to read this and apologize profusely if you are upset by my observations, but the truth is often hard to take, and what I have written above, describing in detail just a minute part of this vast country, is absolutely true and in general, heartbreaking. To witness such poverty first hand, and to have the opportunity to see it again and again over three unbelievable days, just makes me appreciate China even more and for me to appreciate China, you know, if you’d read my previous blog, that India must be really desperate.

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Why China Will Always Be A Shithole

Russia-Bentley-Continental-GT-Mud-18As I sit on the 17th floor of my ‘so called’ 5 star hotel in Chang’an China, a not so leafy suburb of Shenzen and DongGuan City, I am struck by the fact that all of the nicely uniformed kids parading up and down like military conscripts in the school yard opposite my window, will have a future in this rat infested, polluted atmosphere we, the rest of the planet, call our personal workshop. The air is dank and filled with grey unyielding carcinogens, as the sun tries to rise yet again above yesterdays industrial production and today’s desire for more of the same. You cannot breath, it’s hard to see further than the quarter-mile of hazy landscape that is set forth in front of nothing but continued and unabated construction, and the sad part about all of this mess is, the closer you look, it only appears to get worse.

In two hours it will be time to leave my tiny oasis and venture out once again into the ‘wild west’, although today isn’t nearly half as bad as it was twenty years ago. Chang’an is considered to be an affluent Chinese city, boasting a golf course, which is as yet unfinished due to legal issues, a Wal-Mart, filled to brimming with exotic delights such as dried sharks fin, magic mushrooms and all kinds of foods that are deserved of one quick inquisitive glance before one is overcome by odors that reek of disgusting vomit and perhaps reminders that life ends as suddenly as it began. Chang’an also contains 12 Apple stores, 6 Nike Towns, and as many Rolex shops as one could possibly fit in a main street that runs almost 800 yards on either side, all of which are fake and neatly stacked with exact copies of their original’s fair. The tree-lined sidewalks are littered with yesterday’s news, broken bottles, vomit and spit and an endless river of used cigarette butts, seemingly cast aside on concrete because the trash cans that occasionally occupy space on that very same street are already filled and brimming with millions more. An air of apprehension is evident, no matter where you walk or drive. It’s a kind of disease, where many adults, stand or squat in their own ‘spaces’, just waiting for something to happen, and it rarely does. And yet out there, on the roads, which are now completely grid locked because everyone wants to own or does own a car, something that’s only happened in the past 3 to 5 years, it’s unimaginable chaos, fueled by impatience, intolerance and a general disregard for any acceptance that the law of the land should be adhered to in any way shape or form. In other words, it’s survival of the fittest and one wrong move and you’re dead. The people here do not care. It’s a fact, sadly expressed by their inability to accept that other citizens are their brothers and sisters, that people have rights, that they are a nation built on togetherness and not on the selfishness of greedy individualism. Everything is unfinished or sadly forgotten, from the high-rise buildings that house tens of thousands of people, all sparkly and very desirable from the outside and mostly shabby and extremely underwhelming on the inside where cracks can be seen from the top to bottom in the construction, rats and mice are an infestation that don’t seem to bother any of the residents and where , to the amazement of anyone visiting from the West, families of 20 are seen to be occupying 1000 sq feet of space, with nothing but ease and an acceptance that one day there will be 21 or 22.

Western ideals and influence, a doctrine that has perhaps woken this once sleepy giant and given it the realization that a materialistic path is for the greater good, a complete fallacy when you see the way the populous of modern day China handles their greed and their thirst for more of what we in the USA would describe as our God given right. The fact of the matter is that you can change the place, but you can never change the culture. Ten years ago most Chinese people believed a jaguar was an animal found in Africa. Now, a Jaguar can be found on virtually every street corner in every town, driven erratically by some farmer or business man, made whole and extremely rich over the past few years during China’s industrial boom time, and now found to be flaunting his or her wealth in the form of what was once considered to be western mythology, a luxury motor vehicle. I had a meeting some weeks past in a place just outside the center of DongGuan city. Underneath the office I was visiting was one of the most incredible sights I have ever seen in my 35 years of visiting China. The DongGuan Bentley dealership, situated inside what could only be described as modern day shithole of construction, bricks and rubble scattered all over the front entrance, litter randomly spread inside a half tiled floor where three brand new silver and gold Bentley motor cars were lined up, each one with a price tag of $555,000! Capitalism gone mad, where capitalism was only a figment of imaginations ensconced in gardening and flower arranging. A condescending opinion of course, but one well founded on experience and situation.

Reflecting back to 1979, the very first time I crossed the border from HK into Shenzen China, I was amazed that a populous so large could be so tolerant. Over the years my amazement has evaporated into disgust at the way people the people of China have changed, not so much from the standpoint of warmth friendliness, but more from their aspect of greed and disillusionment. China is huge, it has 1.6 billion people, and believe me, none of them really want to be living there. Now that America and it’s cohorts have made inroads to a culture that was once sublime, their focus on life is 180 degrees polar opposite of what it was, but yet their culture remains steadfastly stuck in a place none of us care to remember or recall. They are polite, warm, friendly, hospitable people, but they have no regard for cleanliness or most of the other things that we in the west find acceptable in the form of sanitation. Yes, China is growing, built rapidly by a government trying to catch up, but China is dangerous. It’s suffocating the rest of the planet, perhaps not deliberately, but certainly slowly and surely. They have little regard for life that is so precious, perhaps because there are so many who care so little for so few.

China is a godsend for some, a liability for others, but no matter what, China is here to stay, probably rule and definitely to remain dirty and rich!

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How Many Wankers Can Be President?

imagesOk so there’s only 18 months to go, right? 18 months and already they are lining up in their droves to get to the White House. How stupid are we to accept that this next race will take in over a billion dollars in donations, last at least a year and a half and surpass anything ever seen before from a campaign standpoint and all for what? For us to complain again in two years from now that nothing has changed and that whoever is gracing our TV screens every night at that point in time is no better than the last idiot who lasted 8 years and did nothing. That’s exactly how I see politics in the USA. It’s like an Arnold Schwarzenegger movie, all wind and piss with terrible acting and the occasional drama. Something you’d walk out of if you didn’t know any better, and the truth of the matter is, the public in this country do not know any better! We are blindfolded and blinkered and sucked in by the same bullshit coming from mouths that can do no more than spout out consistent crap about how they will change everything. How can they change everything when really nothing is there to be changed? The system is so flawed, slanted, tainted and subversive, that change of any sort would be impossible no matter who takes over from Obama. We are passing the buck from one lame duck to another without the slightest knowledge of why. People here see those glossy ad’s, those slick commercials, and all the other things that each possible candidate does to make him or her look like they will ‘rock’ when they become President, but the absolute truth is, each one is just a by-product of the machine that runs them. They are filled with insincerity, and a lack of understanding on how we, the real people, feel, and want to be treated. Being totally consumed with power and greed, each possible candidate is on a path to glory that makes no sense to anyone but themselves and the idiots that surround them. This country is completely backwards in coming forward. It’s progress into the 21st century is not only being hampered by a lack of understanding on what we want from those who will represent us, but also from this insane urge to go out and be the biggest arsehole they can possibly be.

Let’s talk about Hillary. She needs no further introduction than that her of first name. How can anyone vote for this liar and cheat? 10,000 emails, all missing, and oh, by the way, they weren’t official?? My arse they weren’t official. What was she hiding and why were they deleted and what else is she hiding from us now that we know there are financial and fiscal irregularities with the Clinton Foundation? And yet, here she is, Hillary in full swing, ignoring her improper conduct and going at it as if she was the patron saint of blow jobs. Why would you vote for her?? Because you are stupid.

Carly, another one name into making sure you know who she is without the addition of any last name bias. A lady who lost over 30,000 jobs during her tenure as CEO at HP, and someone who has never held public office of any kind. Although having said that, it might be a blessing she hasn’t! She’s shown that she has no idea how to run a large company, so how can she possibly run the country? Why would anyone in their right mind vote for her? Because you are stupid!

I’m not just ‘woman’ bashing here, look at the rest of the list! To date, Rand Paul, Marco Rubio, Ted Cruz, and now, as of today, Mike Huckabee again!  Do any of these make you jump off your seat the way Obama did in 08 and say, “Yes! I’ll vote for him?” Nope, me neither. All wankers, each and every one of them. And of course even though he promised ‘change’ Obama did nothing. So much for jumping up and down with glee.

So what do we need to do to make real change and deliberate progress and what do we need to do to have a sensible campaign that lasts 6 weeks and not 18 months? The answer is simple. move to the UK! Their election takes place on Thursday for the House of Parliament, and the campaign, although tedious, boring and of course filled with liars cheats and even more idiots, has lasted only 6 weeks. Get in, get it done and get on with your lives! Not a bad way to go if you can stomach it. What could be worse? 6 weeks of British humor where 650 ish members are elected and then sworn in to serve then forgotten about for 5 long years, or 18 months of American madness, where one finalist takes office and looks down upon the rest as mere serfs?

In truth there is only one answer. Dictatorship.

 

Nervous Flyer?

IMG_0384One click and this picture says it all. Taken yesterday at San Jose Int Airport at 7.10 AM while I was enjoying breakfast in the Brit. This lady walks in, orders a pint of lager and proceeds to drink it all in about 3 minutes while she made haste through her emails from the previous day. She downed the beer, left a $20 and went on her merry way. To where, have no idea, I do know that although she looked frazzled, fearless and ready for anything the world might throw at her, she also looked like she could use another.

 

Game Of Clones

IMG_0260I went out to eat a few nights ago. Sat down with three friends, in a fairly decent restaurant near my home in San Jose CA. We began chatting, as most mature people would at a table for four adorned with napkins, silverware and exquisite menus, and then I looked right. There, right in front of my eyes was a scene that I can only describe as very 2015 ish! Sad in some ways, shocking in others. All in all, it just summed up what we, as society, have become. Two adults, one on an iPhone, one on a Galaxy S5, and two kids, both on iPads, all texting, playing games or doing whatever one does on these devices, NONE talking to anyone at the table. A family, obviously out to enjoy a very nice dinner, communicating only with the plastic electronic device sitting in front of their faces, and not with one another. This scene just begged for a blog, it poured out the sadness in what I believe we should call ‘reverse’ evolution, and it just smacked of what we have now done to family life as a whole.

I recall two years or so ago, my daughter was in her room and she texted me to let me know she was ready to eat. Her room was less than 20 feet from where I was standing cooking her lunch, and yet she couldn’t be bothered to open the door and speak to me face to face, she had to text. It was that very day that I recall thinking, “we have a serious problem here”, and frankly, I have been proven correct in the worst way possible. After eating and watching the family I mentioned earlier, I needed to go to the Apple store to pick up an adaptor for my computer. Walking in, the next day, which was Easter Sunday, I was confronted by a bank of kids, all lined up at the mahogany tables Apple stores use to display all their goodies, hands on any iPad, iPhone or Mac they could find, battling one another for screen supremacy while their adult parents either perused the store or sought out tuition on how to eventually beat their kids at the very same games in which they were now fully engrossed.  Once again, I was flabbergasted. Bring the kids to a store, dump them and let them sit all afternoon, hours upon hours of wasted time playing meaningless games while the sun was out and crying for baseball, soccer or any other sport to be played in clean fresh air instead of sitting in that musty crowded atmosphere the Apple store provided.

You’ll see in the pictures an older lady and two kids. I asked her, after taking that shot, what she thought of the situation where she had the kids in the store playing games and not outside where we all used to enjoy our fresh air and physical activity. She also gave me permission to publish the picture along with her comments. It turned out she was their grandmother, even though she looked so young when I talked to her up close and personal. She was embarrassed. I explained what Id’ seen in the restaurant the day before and she whole heartedly agreed with me that we, as society, have become lazy and completely self-dependent on ridiculous devices that have taken away all need for conversation or intimate communication. She even admitted that she rarely called anyone on her phone anymore, preferring the art of texting to that of speech. Pathetic, I told her, and she agreed.

IMG_0262And then there were the two little boys, abandoned by mum and dad, who ironically it turned out, were next door eating in a restaurant while to boys played games for free in the Apple store. Just another indictment on how pathetic we have become. Imagine 20 years ago leaving your kids in a separate store while you went to eat? You would have been jailed for child abuse not applauded for ingenuity! According to the staff inside that store, these two boys had been there over an hour and this had not been the first time their parents had left them there! It seemed to be a regular occurrence, both kids being well-known to the employees that patrolled the aisles filled with those magical devices.

What have we done? That’s the question? We’ve filled our lives with buttons, gadgets, and useless information. We have overloaded not only our memory sticks, but our desire for the latest greatest device we can find that will eventually cut us off from the rest of the normal world. When I go to Hong Kong or to China, to the UK or any other country in Europe, to Australia and beyond, I see nothing but tens of millions of adults and children walking the streets, devices pointed out front of their texting bodies, caring little for the throngs walking in front of them. They bump, the dodge and they swerve from out to in and in to out, just incase they miss a character on the meaningless text conversations they are having with their friends. This needs to stop, but it won’t! People need to revert to calling and not texting, but they won’t. The art of writing is gone, and that’s sad. The art of conversation has been condemned to the annuls of the now extinct 20th century, a mere fifteen years in the past. What lies in our future? A dumb, mind numbing populous who talk live to no one and can type at 200 words per minute. And one needs to ask oneself, where will it all end? Probably in an Apple store, where Barak Obama will be playing a video game of nuclear destruction with Putin, a game where no one will win and no one will die, but again, no one will ever know because no one will ever discuss it in person!