The Mini Stress Of Fine Ants

It is no secret that I hold all local politicians in high contempt, but the mouthings of  our current  finance minister have from day one of her tenure put her at the top of my list. 

Along such lines I am here to tell you that some fed up person wrote to and was published in today's local media expressing his or her amazement at the "brazenness with which the Finance Minister tries to pull the wool over the citizen's eyes", in reference to that person's rationale in stating that the CLF meltdown has nothing to do with the global one.

I couldn't agree with the writer more. I too am fed up, and I don't understand. You see, I'm told by some who have known the person referred to of the qualities and the academic achievements and the potential which they saw; and comparing that to what I see and hear is cocoa and zabrico. 

I view the person as a subservient servant of her boss the PM, who has had words put into her mouth concerning a subject of which she displays little knowledge and certainly no experience, and who does not seem to realize just how synchophantic she comes across. Something is wrong.

Which brings me to the question: when one goes to work for a people or a company or an army, can the policies of the leader be sustained ultimately? Or, more to the point, when the question of obey the boss or do the right thing arises, how should one choose? Is blind allegiance an option? Remember Nazi Germany?

Anybody who knows me knows my answer to such a question. 

As for those I talked to who knew her, I wonder what their current opinion of the mini stress of fine ants is.

Food And Sex.

Powerful things and acts, food and sex. 

Both pleasurable, both sometimes satisfying, both primary on the survival list. Both have been with mankind for all his existence, unlike cell phones and computers which have only now in our time arrived and evolved.

There is a significant difference between food and sex and cell phones and computers in the list of primary needs. The first two are necessities and instincts while the others are contrived and artificial. 

Everybody knows that food is the primary urge in mankind for without it we die so food eclipses sex in the list of primary necessities.  No food, no sex, it's as simple as that.  It's like Sparrow, "no money, no love" where money is food and love is sex. You can't make love on hungry belly.

The person deprived of food has little and then no interest in sex. 

Sex is an instinctive urge that is pleasurable, but if you are starving to death you eventually will be unable to procreate. Sexual intercourse among starving people  must be virtually non- existent. The primary urge becomes prominent. Food before sex.

Food and sex are a formula for romance in modern society, thus the "date", the ancient ritual of courting refined in terms of today's so called standards, wherein the dinner and a movie is transformed into automatic sex by the end of the night. The standard may range between a fry chicken with a coke and a double movie down by Park Street theater to a Trotters for a steak and salad and a Machel Montano concert, to a Tiki Village feast and a concert at Queen's Hall but the ritual remains the same: after that, home to bed and procreate happily.

So we go along. Life is good.  There are people starving to death in the world but so what? That does not apply to us in this region for now at least so we have no concept of what it must be like to starve to death, and besides, we don't even want to think about that. Leave it for some other generation to figure out the obvious.

Meanwhile, let's all go eat and party and indulge our baser urges.