My World


My friend and I went to an eatery the other day. I live in a small Northwestern British Columbian town, which is very beautiful.


We were at a place that most people do not go into. It is nice but has a small client base. We sat down at the bar, and ordered our food. W e were talking to some Liberal Wacko.

He was all concerned about how George Bush is the leader of the free-world, but is so dumb it's not funny (graduated from the top business school in the U.S., became Texas Governor by unseating an Instituion, is a two-term President, and has assets (which he accumulated himself contrary to popular belief if you look into it) of more than 250 million dollars, this is anything but a DUMB man).


I found this to be an interesting topic, so I submitted to the man, maybe it's not President Bush who controls the World, but the corporations. Of course this created the knowing smile I knew it would engender.


This man had Grey hair, not bald, with a pony-tail down to his back. He looked like a Berkeley philosophy professor, he had the glasses, perfect diction and word usage, and very green-aware.


I myself do not believe the corporations are our big enemies.


I am simple and believe that we all decide our own fate. Corporations are there and do bad things but are run by people like you or me. If we truly didn't like what the system of Corporate finance afforded us we would not participate in it, and it would go away.



I found it humorous that this hater of Corporations would be sitting in a Corporate Hotel Chain, eating a beef dip sandwich, and railing against how we are duped because we follow the corporations into comfort while losing our soul. He also complained about my friend wanting to go Bear hunting to try bear meat for the first time.


My friedn pointed out that he was eating beef, which meant someone had to kill it, butcher it, and then cook it. How could he say it was inhumane when he was participating in it himself. It didn't shut up his rhetoric, because normally these people (see Al Gore), say one thing then do something completely opposite and cry "your shooting the messenger" when put to the fire about it.


I tired of his rhetoric and concentrated on my sandwich. He left with his girlfriend and we were free to concentrate on a decent steak sandwich we were eating.



The a girl came in and immediately was propositioned by a drunk patron who had been in another part of the restaurant/bar. He asked her if she was working. This was a young 19 year-old women. She had normal clothing on but he knew she was anything normal.



She rebuffed him and began spinning her charms on us. We are both happily married men, so we talked to her as we would to a normal 19 year-old and she respected us for it.



All in all it was a nice lunch.