Globalisation

[BlueTiki]

As for you blue tiki, your mention of emotion is puzzling as is most of your post.  Being a colonial like rothschild, and i from the mother country, must ascribe such silly scribbling down to being educated in a mudhut.

If you were to venture back to your place of education, hopefully they now use planks of wood, and have stopped dancing in wooly skirts to the god of the weather, hoping for rain.

  You REALLY are emotional!  Kudos this time for not resorting to inserting your sexual fantasies while simultaneously spraying your ceiling.

Like Aussie, you are just another non-citizen who enjoys a good poke at the United States . . . as do most of us, within this forum . . .  public self-reflection.

You really didn't want to discuss Globalism, Globalization or Politics . . . that was a ruse.

You are akin to a twisted parent, who instead of applauding the success of their child, seethes with envy at the successes they have achieved and their ability to overcome life's obstacles and tragedies, without running home to mummy and daddy, to be saved  And yet, you'd be the first to demand that the child take care of them, in their time of need. 

In all fairness, as a child, America does owe a debt of gratitude for the opportunities and resources, given by the parent (the "mother" country) contributing to her success.  I do mean this with all sincerity.

And I would like to thank Oliver Cromwell.  His WHITE slave trade provided the necessary labor and impetus, for America (and the Monarchy) to thrive, in the 1600's . . . LONG before we amassed our darkie workforce (provided by "Mum").  Let's just say, "Mother" was slightly abusive.  But . . . I always raise a pint to him, on St. Patrick's Day, for providing the labor that started our emancipation from "Mum".  He was the Putin of his time!

I would also like to thank the London School of Economics (and Political Science) for educating me about Cromwell, during my summer studies, in the 80's.

As to your "wool skirts" and "mud hut" quip . . . you've confused me with either a Scot or Dineh (member of the Navajo Tribe; an indigenous people) . . . of which I am neither.  However, I do put out cornmeal as a blessing and prayer for rain, as Arizona is notoriously lacking in rainfall.

My lineage is rooted in the group associated with the "Trail of Tears". . . which were streaming down my face when I read your post and the accompanying pain from laughing with broken ribs.

Please . . . give my best to Jumbo and Donald!