I never know what day it is, so I’m late for Quiz Night without fail. I manage to catch a Trishaw almost immediately and I head towards Clancy’s. Somewhere around Nugegoda there’s a dude with an AK-47 who flags down the driver, and the driver inexplicably (or perhaps explicably) pulls over. Then the dude gets in, which is odd, but I don’t have much choice except to scoot over. I can’t really discern a uniform, but the pants look green. A block later gunman asks where we’re going, which is Horton Place. Apparently he’s not going there and he gets out. I guess he was Police cause the driver bitches about how the Po have no manners, commandeering Trishaws whenever they want. I agree. I should get a gun.
On another note, Paul Wolfowitz is being appointed as head of the World Bank, which sucks as I was rooting for Bono. Plus his financial and human resources planning on the Iraq War was abysmal, but whatevs. This plus the appointment John “Fuck The UN” Bolton to the UN is basically giving the finger to International Institutions, if anybody cares. I’m honestly starting to think that representative democracy is kinda bullshit. I mean, there’s still 14 degrees of seperation between me and the bureaucrat fucking me over.
One thing that bothers me is that the US appoints the World Bank head and Europe appoints the IMF head. I’m not saying the corrupt bastards in the Third World should be appointing anyone, but the system doesn’t even allow for the possibility that we might wipe our own ass some day. Here’s a joke I heard about the UN I heard, but it applies to the World Bank as well. It’s not like ha-ha funny, but it’s kinda informative.
This World Bank guy is driving a tricked out Range Rover through Afghanistan. He sees a shepherd and stops to have a chat. He’s got about $10,000 worth of GPS gear in the car, so he figures that he’ll play a little trick on the Afghan. He says, “If I can guess how many sheep there are in your flock, will you give me one?” The shepherd says certainly, that would be something to see. World Bank pulls up a satellite map of the area and counts each animal. Finally he looks up and says, “You have 180 sheeps”.
The shepherd is suitably impressed and says so, as he watches World Bank load the animal into his SUV. Before the man pulls away the shepherd takes his arm to tell him a few things,
“First, you come here uninvited. Second, you tell me something I already know. Finally, will you please give me back my dog?”
My constructive plan for development is to kick out all the foriegners and return the country to agricultural self-sufficiency. This country is full of dumbasses, so me and my friends can handle it. Vote JVP.