dinsdag, juli 03, 2007

Quiet Tuesday by the River

After all the party going, press conferences, networking events and so on, this week looks like a fairly subdued one. Instead, the week looks like its going to be filled with nice things like Doctor visits. Yesterday was spent back in physiotherapy and tomorrow is going to be a date with a cardiologist - it turns out that in addition to having two dessicated disc in my back, I know have high blood pressure and a very high pulse rate. Sometimes I even feel my heart throbbing away quite agresisvely and once in a while I have a dizzy spell or two - but other than that I'm in disgustingly good health - well for someone who lives the lifestyle I've been living......I guess I'm in relatively good shape.

Anyway, I guess the trick is to find an ashram somewhere under the river and meditate quite regularly. I'm told that religious people actually make quite a good living. In the States, it is Churches - they collect 10% of their followers salaries and have enough money to keep the Israeli government well funded (ooops). In India, the export is Holy Mystics. All you need to have is a long white beard and not wash for a while and before you know it, you'll get the disillusioned youth of the West pouring money into your coffers and lucious blondes offering their bodies to you for a quick fix to Nirvana. - Now I really am in the wrong business.

It was quite funny. I used to live next to the Hari Krishna's in London. To be fair to them, they are a happy bunch of people. On the other hand, you can't escape the fact that all the guys involved in the act were White Anglo-Saxons. I think the only Indian amongst the crowd was the man collecting the money -oops, there I go again .

Seroiusly, people are so desparate for a foreign fix, they'll fall for anything. To be fair to the Fundimentalist Churches, they have their share of White faces in the congrigation, so you can't call it a White con for stupid Asians who cannot see beyond White Skin and after being a "whore" for all these years, I've come to develop a certain respect for these charlatons and a disregard for those who get conned.

Fred Seaward, Gina's pastor, is an excellent salesman, one of the best I've encountered in my short stint on the planet. Personally, I think his message is vile and loathsome. He perverts the Greatness of the Christian message for his own good and yet, and yet, people seem to think of him as a man of God. Seroiusly, when I was still speaking to my ex-wife , she would tell me that her pastor and his ilk had seen visions where the Almighty had decided to wipe out people in Indonesia, Thailand and India because "They Sin and they Sin" - she would earnestly ask "You know what the religion of those countries are..." I think that the best reason for me to look forward to divorce day. They talked of damnation in hell if you didn't buy into that codswallop - I think damnation would have been bringing up children in that environment and under that version of God.

The funny thing about that scam is the fact that the people who fall for it are always well educated and professional people. The farmers never fall for such scams. Gina, who is a graduate and worked as a lecturer became a fanatic and unable to see God by going to Fred's scam, oops I mean Church. Han Li, who bearly speaks English and whose only qualification to speak of is some certification from Vietnam in beauty treatment would never fall for such a scam. Come to think of it, Zen, with less than 2 N-levels to her name would not fall for Fred's scam. Why is that so? I think, it's the fact that people like Han Li have made it on their own steam, they've made it in life by thinking for themselves. Your average graduate on the other hand has probably never actually done any thinking of sorts.

So here lies one of the biggest quandires about Singapore's immigration system. We are desparate for skills and systems. It's one of the reasons why we let of half-wit yobs from the West into the country and why we pander to them. On the other hand, we treat people from Bangladesh, Phillipinnes and so on as a burden. I think there's something quite wrong here. Shit, you can teach people the skills but the point is, are they hungry enough to do something with it. I'd suggest that we should make hunger a major criterion for our immigration entry requirements.

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