An all Masters of the Universe convention is taking pace in New York City this week…
Cartoon characters all the way.
All levels of leaders and publicity hounds have gathered here to bask in the glory of saving the world.
We really need saving am afraid. Sad bastards that we are….
But maybe we need saving, from them lot.
At the United Nations in New York today, some of the most influential Chiefs [sans Indians] and leading lights, elected and unelected leaders of the planet have come together to speak, to dream and to malpractice upon us, under the TV lights.
They come to aspire for New Directions, exclaim heavy air in front of a lot of Press microphones and also do a bit of shopping on Park Avenue. They come to boost the local High Street and create some jobs for Bloomberg. Jobs, he can go gloat about at CGI or wherever else he happens to hang out this week in the evening gala glitzy parties.
Yes, all the global leaders are here. Including, Tarzan, X-man, Spider, lonesome cowboy & Tonto, chicken little, iron man, Pocahontas, and Masters of the Universe – along with a multitude of Janes, and Delilahs in tow – all have now descended upon NYC like the proverbial locust. They’ve come to party for the season. And party they do. Please hide your wives and daughters. Better yet, lock all the kids up in the basement, for who knows… These leaders’ appetites are voracious. They Party like there is no tomorrow. And all the Leaders, live it up in the fast and loose party lifestyle – fuelled by power and money. Fueled with the cheap energy of adulation – better than any street drug can boost. And they do, really party till they drop. And that should be a lesson to us all – the way they are going – there really might not be any tomorrow after all.
Left up to them – adorable creatures, sufferers of indecision and princes of gratuitous spending – we are sunk. Forget about the personal competition for who has the biggest pecker.
Even US President Obama and his Chinese counterpart barely talk to each other. That bad is the peeing contest mentality here.
And with almost all the important country leaders and most of the smaller nations’ Presidents and Prime Ministers who have gathered here to talk, while prancing about in peculiar pecking order, one can easily assume that we are in deep doodoo. Because the Leaders promote a culture of fear and doom that only them can save us from. And they all talk a bigger , better and bigger game constantly. It’s like a fisherman’s convention at the UN. And more talk, and talk… and talk. And then they hightail it to the Museum, or the mansion for the evening gala party to talk some more. Amid caviar canapes, golden feet and champagne, to talk some more about saving the poor and famined starving masses of the world.
Garthering at the Plaza the glitterati and blinged up posh saviours fraternize with the Unfoundation and the unfounded pessimists who wants us all percollating at will from their commands. Except they don’t know what they want. Do they want war or Peace? Oil or wind? Coal or China? Money or glory? That last is an easy one. They want both…
And they gather and gather like lemmurs watching a fight. But they have also come together to advance and renew their virtual commitment to help reach the failed Millennium Development Goals. These goals conceived more than a decade ago – hence the name and the words – represent every region, religion and race of this world. Same as the United Nations composition the leaders here share supposedly one overriding common concern. How to build a world that is a better place, than the one they found when they came into office. Seems like a no brainer. Right? Well not really to them hard thinking and hard talking party boys of the UN and the world. They confess ignorance of what needs to be done. They need to study the problems. Analyze them in committees. Discuss with learned colleagues…. Ask their betters. Delegate to their corporate sponsors the hard decisions…
And that is as it should be…. for the world runs in a peculiar pecking order.
Except I think that the poor and starving masses must rise up and eat the leaders to quench the hunger a bit and do a service to the world an the rest of us. For this bunch – it ain’t worth it.
Or maybe take them to where there is famine….Parachute them to the starving masses in Africa or in Papua or New Guinea and wherever there are still some cannibals left… Drop them over with some onions, carrots and chicken broth for a delicious stew in the big pot. Tough buzzards they are will take a while but it will be worth it.
And before you start screaming bloody murder – please close your eyes – so you can get what the cartoon image is here. Really apologize… Never meant to offend the cannibals. Not the ones out there and not the ones amongst you. After all, you would be performing a public service strictly by being a cannibal.
Then, you might as well do it well.
Only after hearing a lot of great words, self congratulations and seeing zero in real action, but a whole lot of back slapping and more self Congratulations – am finally fed up. Am sick and tired of this bunch of Losers lording it over the world and now I want to see some ACTION. Some real action…
Yeah, smarty pants; not that kind of action, right now. That’s not what I mean. Thank God – got enough of that.
Meaningful action in what I want. Action in achieving the MDGs. Action to achieve these goals to reduce poverty and the extremes of inequity. Three simple human Rights for the world: 1) The right to clean water 2) the right to clean air 3) the right to a bit of food. Simples. [sic]
Got it?
That’s the kind of Human Right the world needs. Not the right to be represented by buffoons. Not the right to have Leader-Tarzans prancing about the imaginary forest – the UN represents – being the Alpha male lion with the pride of lionesses around. Not smart leaders and corporate chiefs to arrive and inform us of their existence and the eccentricities of the various Prima Donnas who want to Save the World. Or who just want to appear in the evening News as saving it anyway…
Whether ex Presidents or ex Potentates or ex wives, and always with some Commercial company underwriting the effort, they all conspire to SAVE THE WORLD.
They are all acting like freaking Britney Spears for God’s sake. I see the sad parade of leaders, and with my special tinted eyeglasses, I see through them as the stuffed turkeys they really are.
You must try these special X-ray glasses. You look cool wearing them but the people You see are really looking cool. And arm yourself with a special Bullshit detector too for every time you venture into the UN.
Please don’t go unarmed as it might prove ruinous to your health.
And the Leaders are asking us to trust them to set the world all right. And now, if only we were to trust them and admire them while doing it so. Then the world will be at rights all on it’s own…
I love leaders behaving badly. And they do it all the time. Every time they open their mouth to lie. Every time they speak with condensation about the poor and unfortunates and how much they will do for them. To Save the world has become a huge industry right now. Clinton probably is the leading industrialist of that business with Queen Rania and prince Charles together comprising the Father Son and the holy Spirit trinity.
After creating the internet and the blue stains did he decide to rest upon his laurels? No
Mais Jamais. The man had a job to do. He had to go out and destroy a generation worth of lie detectors overnight. Bust up the chops of funny men and still come back as the Saviour incarnate.
Billy and others have seen all the old glorious saviours of the Telly, and learned how to imitate the great heroes of TV rather well. Too well am afraid for their own good. Action heroes they’ve become. All these saviour global leader types. Very much like Tarzan thumping his chest, screaming his lungs out and holding the rope, swinging off his perch. Only to smack spectacularly on the next giant log on his way to attempt to save lovely demure Jane, from a sticky romp with a randy Gorilla. And of course after sweaty encounters like that – one needs to refresh the palate and parched throat.
And off they go. After all, saving the world is a hard days work. And one needs to rest for the Sabbath – so they all go out to party and boast about it widely on the Telly while shaking the admonishing finger to the rest of us, louts.
Only God knows where that finger has been into…
God and the Dog alone know and the dog has been put to sleep.
So I say to the dearest, to the Good and the Great leaders of the world: Please stop from saving us. We need no more saving from you. As a matter of fact we need someone to save us from You.
The only meaningful goodwill is the kind that happens in secret. Not brown nosing the public for accolades. The brown nose is difficult to hide… Never mind the stink.
But maybe You can change. Mend your ways. Change your story, turn a leaf and come anew.
And in case that you really ready and in the distant event that you plan to reform – your errant ways – Please remember that greatness and benevolence happen quietly. Only then they really mean anything. The greatest Charity is done in Private and the most real Leaders can offer is quietly taking the hard decisions without trying to get in the evening news.
Charity starts at home. And if you can’t get your house in order. Please leave the rest of us, the heck alone. Capice?
So dear Leaders.
Either shit or get off the pot. Time is long that you delivered on the promises. Civil understanding means You carry your burden and do the right thing not because the world needs you saving it – but because it’s your freaking job.
Just do it. No peacock business about this. It’s your job and you get paid to do it.
Pay up or shut the fuck up.
Money talks – Bullshit walks.
Bring forth some decisive action on the Millennial Goals and the Environment or shut up and go home.
And please, take the nasty traffic you cause in the city, with you.
Ship it back home right now, along with your myriad of ”official” wives, the sea of nympho PAs, your ex wives, your ”employees,” your present girlfriends and all manner of PR chicks hangers on, and official finger holders.
We can do without that traffic – Thank you very much.
After all, New York’s very own”traffic” is much better than that.
Yours,
Pano
PS:
And I dare say, I speak for the majority of New Yorkers here.
Shame you guys – it’s a bit over the top here.
Stop ”saving us” – it hurts…
And please leaders, zip up your trousers – please – give us some decency . We are talking about kids dying here.
Every day twenty one thousand kids go
away….
