The Forest Interior

 

The forest has seen sun this day, and rain.

Its interior, forever in dusk at midday invited 

the dark of night to enter. The forest crown

dense with earlier rain sun hadn't yet dried 

intermittently blasted by a hot summer wind and 

it dripped incessantly onto the sodden forest 

floor. Foliage glistened and dark emerald

enfolded the forest whose aura of mystery

deepened even as the colour shades glowed

as with a source of unknown light gleaming

through the ceiling of heaven which had

suddenly shut out the sun and from whence

night eclipsed day. A soft pattering of rain

on trees trickling gently through the saturated 

canopy flung back and forth by gusts of newly

awakened wind heated by the furnace of the 

absent sun. The furious sound of rainsqualls

falling in waves broken by teasing recessions 

and the picture of a dark landscape steeped in 

rainfall, hushed by absent birdsong with 

looming old giants hovering, shuddering

over the cowed forest understory prevailed.

 

Living In Interesting Times

Curse not lest ye be cursed. Past masters 

at the subtle art of innuendo cleverly masking 

malicious threats in dexterously manipulating 

thought patterns via implication China finds

itself isolated in a world that suddenly

discovered itself to be living in interesting

times. Times that albeit interesting are also

complicated by the monstrous hovering of

death or malingering malaise causing the

slump of nations' well-being on the social

and economic scale the like of which had

never before been contemplated. Wan

efforts to contain knowledge of the threat

emanating from China hastened its spread

even as the country sent emissaries far and

wide deliberately oblivious they be carriers

of the dread virus for as Beijing asserted it was 

brought to Wuhan by the U.S. military

to embarrass, defame and contest the rise

of the economic/political behemoth. Now

it is both the unaware world and the unwary

vector-nation sharing the distinction none

quite appreciate; Living In Interesting Times.

Who Are You?

In the immensity of the universe and

its unimaginable mysteries

we are an afterthought

a casual notation on a footnote

in the vast compendium of

existence, the fragment of an

experiment of titanic proportions

reaching in every direction of an

immense vacuum where infinitesimally

minute pinpricks of light identify

stars surrounded by aggregations

of minerals and gases and upon

some few nature's creations arise

struggle, briefly thrive then recede

making way for emerging creations in an

ever-evolving revolving cycle of

matter and existence. Look, there

we are, can you see us there in our

moment of the sum of our being? And

look, somewhere an alien presence views us

as a laboratory of fulfillment and decline

leaving arcane teases. Who are you?

The Torrid Wind

 

The fiery breath of the wind

on this overheated summer day

in tandem with the glare of the sun

sending its furious fingers of heat

through the forest canopy

has muted the songbirds

cowering within the dense

green branches of cedar and spruce

the forest floor only yesterday

drenched in rainfall held pools

stagnant and whisked into the

atmosphere by furious wind gusts

while above a hawk shrieks as

it coasts on the wind and soon

disappears over the forest crown

drenched this day in boiling heat

from the sizzling cauldron of the sun.

 

Doubt and Desolation

 

Did you ever imagine hearing the overhead

sound of a plane slicing the atmosphere with 

its imperious whine that someone aboard 

could be looking down and wondering about 

you, an infinitesimally minuscule figure in a 

landscape open to a heavenly gaze. Would that 

person give you a life, validate your presence with

notice for if you are seen you exist, do you not?

You cannot be forlorn and forgotten if you are

seen to be there and there you are. Best not

to know that whoever it is up there flying by

briefly entertaining thoughts, they are entirely

self-directed devoted to their own position of being

wondering if that tiny presence down there might

be aware that in the plane looking down is someone 

notable as a personage. If neither you nor the other 

verify the presence at that distance of another being 

be assured with confidence you are but a self-vision.

 

 

 

 

Testing Nature

 

We live in awe of the wonders of nature

irresistibly attracted to mountains, forests

and oceans the draw visceral and alluring.

Quite different from Indigenous peoples

whose undeveloped national landscapes trap

them in poverty under the cone of an active

volcano terracing its arable slopes unable to

escape in a timely manner when it awakens

and those living in impoverished little villages

seaside to eke their livings on the sea, victims

of inevitable violent storms, and forest dwellers

whose permeable huts offer no protection from

malaria-carrying mosquitoes. No Third-World

countries ours, where despite environmental

assessments licenses to build are available by

town councils filing away feasibility studies and

tax revenues where nature has her own agendas

in store of drought and wildfires leading to mass

evacuations. And what of vital wetlands whose

presence absorbs surging oceans yet infill allows

building permits where domestic and commercial

towers' construction integrity is destabilized by

inrushing tides to collapse, and homes built on

unstable Leda clay inundated by spring floods

dissolving and slumping taking with them forests 

and homes alike, sliding, splitting asunder as 

dreams quickly scatter and the ideal suddenly 

transforms to existential threats; nature rules.

 

 

Beware The Curious Chemist's R&D

Breathe deeply. Call up your sleeping

imagination and think of the supreme

laboratory that is the universe and the

chemist that toys with its elements curious 

to observe what new gases, minerals and

metals can be conjured and combinations

introduced to a state of excited reaction

producing powerful impacts establishing a

fresh lexicon of challenges in the dark and icy

atmosphere of the wide and distant exosphere.

The chemist addicted to experimentation

transfixed by unimaginable possibilities

consumed by curiosity ever since the exalted 

event when nothing became something

when the explosive release of hidden energy

burst into existence. The ineffable becoming.

And who knows what other combinations of

hydrogen, helium, lithium, beryllium might bear

in the consequences of their interaction? The

elusive intrigue stirs the chemist to confront

the critical elements in endless speculation.

 

In His Words

 

Skilled in the art of shielding himself from

responsibility he paints a visage of someone

of superior virtues, a credit to society and to

himself, a man of deep and honest convictions

whose acumen and judgement and concern for

the welfare of others is absolute, a perfect

candidate for full parole from prison where he

is incarcerated as a dangerous offender who has

spent a lifetime locked away from society. But

wait; judge not for he says he is prepared to

take anti-sex-drive medication in exchange for

parole "indicative of the virtuous person I am"

this extraordinary man who has found God

"praying to the rosary every day". The parole board 

is attentive to the nuances and mindful of the 

insight of the parole officer who recommends

against day or full parole for a psychopath absent 

conscience and empathy for the pain he inflicts 

on the vulnerable. And thirty years on the parents 

of the teen girls tortured, raped and murdered by 

the sadist are vulnerable, their pain never to ease

with each attempt he makes for parole. Justice served 

by imprisoning a merciless predator whose countless

vicious rapes terrorized a city, his skilled evasions

finally meeting the cul de sac of finality with brutal

murder of their children. Knowing full well that 

they are being toyed with for maximum pleasure 

afforded a twisted mind just as their daughters

were fodder for his delectation, yet the pantomime 

of justice capturing their anguish represents the law 

extending justice to all including society's sordid

storehouse of capriciously barbaric unspeakables.

 

 

Tell It To The Mountains

Public trust is a vital imperative incumbent upon

news sources. Well known is that social media sites 

spread as news unsavoury content lacking context

heavy on theories and personal emotions with

scant verisimilitude to fact and similar to fancy.

The tide of personal opinion as news grinding through

the social sphere with emphasis on urban myth and

the confident facility of some to express bias as fact

caused great consternation in the legitimate news

service in fear of the loss of audience and revenue

risking unemployment and closure occasioning the 

warning that for real coverage and reality consumers 

of news must turn to legitimate sources. What say now 

to those legitimate sources tainted with the imperative 

of ideological perspective reflecting the lens of the 

far left which detests success and lionizes the underdog. 

Leaving social media stalwarts with a leg in the game

to denigrate one the other, falsifying reality and baldly

distorting truth to gain adherents while the abused in

the exchange doggedly resorts to history, heritage

resilience and justice to support their claims to the

authenticity denied it by detractors. Detractors which

now include mainstream media sources careful not to

alienate pervasive wokeness that supports an implied

genocide in contrast to the side that well knows the

impact of genocidal horrors intent on denying defamers

the opportunity to normalize its recurrence in Israel.

The Anatomy of a Challenge

The latest shibboleth of the woke culture is not to

be trifled with; no challenges are to be tolerated 

that those born men who understand themselves to 

be women prepared to undergo that supreme transition 

are entitled to consider themselves female and all 

others must follow their lead. Women may have 

struggled to attain recognition in competitive sports 

to prove that like men for whom competition in 

performance speaks to their subconscious desire to

excel, they too are capable of honing their bodies

in strength and endurance, perfecting their capacity

to attain distinction in various arenas of sport, an 

achievement of pride and dedication. None among 

them might have imagined that men identifying as 

women might choose to challenge women at their 

own game. Where advantages of male hormonal drive 

and musculature live on in newly minted females 

contending among natal females for championship in 

skills requiring brute strength, that quality associated

with the male of the species yet brooking a competitive

challenge intent on winning over a woman's dominance

in women's sport gifted with the superior strength of a man.

In Gratitude

Make no mistake; this is a solemn occasion

an episode in one's life unlike any other

history in the making due to a pestilential

pathogen whose ferocious virulence has

succeeded in decimating the world population,

Perhaps nature's way of cleansing an overcrowded

slate. With fear and foreboding the world

rested in suspended animation while all that

was considered normal and of little notice

suddenly collapsed and in its place a regimen

of restraint and utter alienation as the human

animal found itself isolating against itself for

fear of contagion. This day, thanks to the quite

brilliant minds of those steeped in the byways

of science and technology your life has been

redeemed, you and all those others who quietly

acquiesced to a muscle puncture to awaken and

refresh your immunity to this deadly pathogen.

Let Us Be

 

I know, I know, you think we're all the same.

Homogeneous, see one you've seen them all.

Facial characteristics so outstanding we're readily

recognizable; hint: long, hooked nose. Allow me.

For your enlightenment, we are diverse in presence

and in nature; blond, brunette, curly hair, straight 

hair, bald, bearded, clean-shaven, slight of build,

burly, brainiacs, muscle-bound, simple-minded

wealthy, materially deprived, the young and the

old. What we have in common with one another is 

not religion for many among us are irreligious. 

What we want, all of us, is to be allowed to live 

in peace while pursuing the same dreams of

opportunity, happiness and satisfaction in life 

that anyone else aspires to. And while we're white

black brown, yellow and speak many languages

Jews by ethnicity or choice -- we ask you: let us be.

Stop degrading your presumed intelligence by 

constantly defaming, dehumanizing and demonizing

 us with your viciously vitriolic bigotry. Let Us Be! 

 

Bigotry By The Grace of God

Those among that great family of religious

tradition prepared to be citizens of the world

and comfortable in their trust of others

hold their counsel. Some few among them

immersed in the belief of the brotherhood of

humanity counter the violent malice of the

fanatics among them not aided by the fiery

condemnation and incitement of Friday imams

counselling to rejection, hatred and vengeance.

In their zeal to promote those hadiths that sketch

Jews as theocratic miscreants rejecting god and

the prophet whose pretensions to humanity

are to be rejected with vicious ferocity they

incite the faithful to stream from the mosque and

fulfill their obligations to their faith; sow slander

and make use of any means to destroy their

enemies' existence for this is the pathway to

Paradise. These are the very mouths uttering

both !Alahu Akbar! and 'Islamophobia' casting

the onus of blame on all but their blameless selves.

 

 

Her Untimely Shocking Loss

The shock reverberated from his mind back

to mine ricocheting back and forth as we stood 

together facing this woman, this old acquaintance 

we chanced upon, our smile of greeting met with 

her own briefly before she informed us she had 

sad news. Sad news could mean so many things 

but never in our imagination the bald statement 

that her husband, died of a heart attack last week. 

Her face mobile yet emotionally impassive, voice

steady and forthright, she held forth for an

interminable period, the words flowing, her eyes 

fixed on ours as she emoted the slightest of 

details to round out a story of bereavement

lacking histrionics of grief. Disbelief at the

random suddenness of her loss as she chose her

words to relentlessly shed her mind of exquisite

details of events leading to the paramedics'

declaration they were heading not for emergency

but directly to the Heart Institute where doctors

awaited their arrival, the succeeding back-to-back

surgeries, her husband's last instructions, the wan

desolation of their three sons, he finally comatose

and the advice of the cardiologists to withdraw 

life support painted a sinister drama of loss so

personal and of-the-moment, we were immersed.

The Impecunious Impudence!

 

 The small furry creature visiting our porch

is not very sizeable for a raccoon so we take him 

to be a juvenile, delinquent only in the sense that 

he foregoes caution in appearing during daylight 

hours when his species is mostly nocturnal. Like 

the rabbits and the skunks that occasionally make 

their entry in the dark barely illuminated by street

lights as they sniff out food left to entice their

appetites quite unlike the squirrels, birds and

chipmunks who make their appearance at any

time of daylight hours. Chipmunks inordinately 

fond of biscuits, squirrels preferring buttered toast

and all grudgingly accepting breakfast cereal

scattered in abundance on the porch as second-

bests. Not our raccoon. He waits patiently and

pointedly ignores the biscuits in preference to

absent Cheerios. Tucking himself under the porch

bench he waits, then emerges once the preferred

Cheerios are mounded satisfactorily to his taste.

Pacifist Gallantry of An Ogre

Quick! Name the country that arose like the fabled

Phoenix from its own ashes. In denial of its grand

imperial past in a massive historical paroxysm of 

ideological political culture that horrified its audiences 

as it convulsed its society turning cadre children against 

heritage-bound parents heralding a new era of ruthless

decimation where questioners earned themselves an 

early departure from life in ample company with others

until no one was left to object, ask questions, demand 

respect for its storied ancestral past and a humbled

chastened population settled into the framework of 

harmony ordered by their village councils obeying the 

central government's diktats. As that gargantuan nation 

settled finally into the comfort of bureaucratic homogeneity

eschewing the narcotic drag of religion and liberty its 

Politburo waged a friendship campaign with the world at 

large. Look: we will produce your utilitarian goods and

save your domestic workforce from the tedium of factory 

production, please your consumers with low-cost goods 

happy to service your pedestrian needs. And they did and 

did far more, savaging the economic output of those they 

serviced, looting their original blueprints for scientific

military, technological formulae to their own service. 

The pacific smile of friendship  transformed to the snarl 

of the territorially possessive bully, the declared possessor 

of land, sea, air, no need to share with unentitled others.

Primeval Orchestration

 

Oh yes, that primal choreography of light 

and sound never fails to awake in us our own 

visceral beat of that sublime internal organ 

aligned with the primeval forces of nature's 

brilliant design. The slow far-off drum-beat of 

the inevitable approach encroaching on the 

atmosphere heralded by the assembling dark 

clouds of a storm but not just any storm. This 

one is a veritable train of successive storms 

all in their turn replete with the bass orchestral

values of tympani, tuba, bassoon, all in chorus 

clashing and smashing the dripping dark 

atmosphere, relieving Earth of its stark thirst 

for moisture in the grand style that only the 

sublime conductor Maestro nature confers.

 

The Silent Fog

 

An opaque white mist
veiled the morning.
Stillness whispered
its ephemeral presence.

Foreground clasped in the
tender fingers of fog.
Distance shyly absent
in a great hollow of vacancy,
white and impenetrable.

Like a condensed
compactly-mysterious
Earth-bound Milky Way. 

 

 

On This Presummer Day

 

In the forest as we follow our two little dogs 

along cool woodland trails in the heat of a

pre-summer day there is the near sound of a

pileated woodpecker drumming rhythmically

and a chorus of crows we speculate may be

harassing a great barred owl. Dragonflies are

beginning to appear along with damselflies

bees and butterflies flitting in and around the 

forest understory. Robins here and there skittering 

comically about on the trails and the underbrush

before us, taking flight when our dogs approach too 

curiously close. We pass wild columbine, cinquefoil 

and bright daisies in bloom along the banks of the 

creek coursing through the ravine on this perfectly 

lovely day. On our return home our garden beckons 

to be admired and we  happily oblige, taken by the 

glorious sight of tamed nature orderly in a conceit of 

roses, irises, peonies and hostas flaunting their shapes 

and beguiling shades. Just as well we readily access 

both landscapes generous to a fault in offering us 

magnanimous pleasure in these treasured leisure 

years of our long lives together, you and I, my love.

 

 

Exploiting Tragedy

There, that didn't take long now, did it?

The visceral venom of anti-Semitism has

groped its way to the surface beyond the

deep, dark, dank cesspool where it was ever

so temporarily set aside. To be dredged up

when the occasion demands and with

predictable regularity it appears on demand

to satisfy the rage of Jew-haters prepared at

any opportunity to ascribe whatever occurs

that can be described as a tragedy to the agency

of Jewish conspiracies spreading the virus of

division and greed over the globe. There are

some charges that though redolent of hollow

injustice are rarely challenged. Forgotten is 

the gifts that Judaic philosophy and generosity

of spirit has imbued the larger community

with, the genius of its inheritors set aside for

the greater pursuit of stalking and charging

its collective with all worldly evils. Evoking

the sinister agenda of Israel and Jews the

world over to dominate the world order 

charged with mysterious involvement of the

death of a Muslim family in a deadly assault

by a devout Christian held to be introverted

and severely anti-social, leading the imam 

of the mosque they attended to thunder blame

upon Jews and Israel defending themselves

from the vicious atrocities devised by Muslims

incited to hate by Islamist fanatics whose

ideal state of universal justice is 'Death to Jews!'

Illusions of Grandeur

Some dreams do come true even if in

their creation they become nightmares for

others. Bewitch a psychically vulnerable

scion of a royal family to become a besotted

accomplice in overturning tradition while

roiling a family compact and suddenly that

clever architect of progressive coloured

entitlement sees payback for historical

humiliation and she the recipient of wide

celebrity and public acclaim in the social aura

of the underdog becoming top dog scorning

empire and colonialism. Scheming and 

carefully burnishing the credentials of sad

victimhood at the careless and oblivious 

treatment of nobility toward commoners she

finds a ready ally in the arrested-juvenile mind

of her confused consort using him as a wrecking

ball in gay abandon, leaving the alarmed

bruised and bashed targets reeling in dismay.

Glorying in a royal title now hers, awash in

social media celebrity payouts she lives the

life she dreamed off, mother to a princeling

with distant but proud rights of inheritance.

Jerusalem Ablaze

No, these are not pyromaniacs, sociopaths

fascinated with fire, compelled to surrender

to their urges for excitement in incendiary flashes

so that while their pathology leading to fiery

destruction oblivious in their sick minds of

what they commit to, these are an altogether

different breed that view themselves as victims

and as such entitled to surreptitiously set blazes

endangering all that lie in the path of fires so

fierce inhabitants must flee as do the animals in

the fires' path, destroying trees, crops, livelihoods

and lives. These are true psychopaths hoping to

destroy the lives they endanger, entitled to do so

because of their self-declared victimhood in the

belief theirs is a cause the world supports with

little regard for the true victims who suffer the

double pain of loss, terror and threats culminating

in violence and blame. The incendiaries proclaim

their undying love of the land that its owners have

painstakingly converted from desert to fecund fields

of arable land producing food for the inhabitants

of a nation occupying their heritage geography yet

contested by migrants from other nations demanding

the indigenous people leave or die, so the settlers

who purloined identification and iconography

of sacred belief as their own can claim the land.

 

 

The Heat-Exhausted Forest

 

It was one of those dog days of summer

but for the fact that this was only a day

in late spring leaping ahead of itself

in a stultifying, smothering overheated

oppression that baked the forest floor 

a barely discernible breeze moving

foliage in a sultry dance of heat-drenched

movement where even the vibrant green

of the forest screen seemed muted by a

lassitude of sombre reflection. There was

no reflection in the forest stream as

striated clouds gathered obscuring the sun

gaining little benefit in reducing the heat

smelting effect of the day. A sudden burst

of energy as the giant wings of an unseen

great blue heron spread wide, lifting the bird

from the water into an atmospheric aura as fully

liquid as the stream to soar over the forest

canopy in search of respite, to escape the

torpor enveloping the exhausted forest.

 

 

Beyond Racism

It has been studied to death and yet

it refuses to die. As heritage moments go

this one has quite the distinguished record

working from the present back toward

antiquity, an ancient malediction affecting

wide-sweeping geographic locations

their populations steeped deep in the anomie

of hateful disaffection of a particular group

living among them but not of them

their very presence eliciting scorn and

claims of psychic violence exemplified

by a people aware of the friability of their

barely tolerated position, seeking to isolate

themselves from spite and harm, becoming

as close to invisible as possible without 

entirely disappearing, fearful of provoking

more pogroms as expressions of the esteem

in which they are held by the greater surrounding

population whose passions are known to 

spark by a sole irascible claim of Jewish evil.

Creation, Time and Space

Creation, Time and Space

An imposing cathedral of
unparalleled beauty sheathed in
crystalline grandeur lifts its
imperious grace to the ceiling
of the sky velvet with approaching
night, a halo of moon and the
boldness of stars impassively
observing a landscape unlike
their own of frozen gases and
ancient minerals. The one below
with its living atmosphere
responds to the distance of its
sponsor-sun in a frigid pause
of the clamour of growing
things unlike the inert nothingness
of cold and distant space. This
most familiar place of time and
seasons, liveliness and curiosity
a highly specialized experiment
by nature in randomized creative
adventure. And so, her creations
look up and peer beyond the
darkness of the unknown, certain
of discovery and revelation.

 

Ifs, Ands, Buts

 

Yes of course I love my near neighbours

and I love to know that I am surrounded

by those worthy of my love, so it is not

all my neighbours who draw from me the

emotions of appreciation and fondness

only those who view others with a degree

of interest and compassion, who will take

the trouble to befriend and to offer themselves

when the need is apparent. As for the others

who scurry into their little caves looking

neither left nor right, who evince no notice

of the presence of others viewing them merely

as background noise preferring to be oblivious

and withdrawn whose presence is that of a

shape-shifting professional whose language

is one of exclusion entirely lacking emotional

investment in the affairs of those around them

with sterile lives of self-full-stop, they have

no need of my love and I none of theirs.

 

 

Abbreviating Life

Abbreviating Life

It's the truculent truth is it not?
This is no rehearsal, it's here
it's brief and it's final, one
lifespan so swift it leaves
spinning heads to wonder. No
argument though, you cannot
have it all. Not as simple as
making choices. Some harbour
scant curiosity, satisfied with
mundane routine, certifying
they will live a long, quite
ordinary life. Those propelled
consumed and intent on a search
for deeper meaning in existence
those whose senses are excited
and exalted by approaching
the farthest reaches of the world
looking aspirationally at the
vastness of the universe, yearning
to reach and to touch the outer
limits of endurance have bartered
longevity for experience in 
reaching beyond the ordinary.
They spiral inevitably beyond
any but nature's control. It is
they and their ephemeral vision
unafraid of venturing toward
that dark abyss and in the process
willingly abbreviating life.

 

The Rain-Sodden Forest

 

A deep humidity smothers the atmosphere

in the valley of the ravined forest

where the stream bisecting its landscape

roils and burbles with the mud-turgid

excess of rain that fell heavily overnight

coursing down its raceway to the great

river beyond. Mist rises in a silvery veil

touching the lower reaches of the forest

trees still dripping from the rainstorms

that even now carried by dark clouds

overhead threaten to resume. All is still in

the forest, no chattering of birds, small

mammals comfortable in their dens, averse

to emerging on this dark, dank day near

summer. Yet the glory of the verdant forest

glows in a mystique of light source absent

the sun, bright colour radiating everywhere.

The Exemplary Leader

Leader of a free Democracy that certainly deserves 

better he is a man of unabashed liberal progressiveness 

dedicated to the spirit of equality and the advance of 

the middle class with a puzzling affinity for the power 

of dictatorships. Skilled in deception a charlatan 

and poseur, convincing the electorate that he is their 

man in Parliament he garners votes by appealing 

to the immigrant demographic in a nation built by 

immigrants. His, he declares is a post-nationalist 

country absent heritage, tradition, culture, in favour 

of recognizing Canada as a nation celebrating

ethnic diversity in language, heritage and culture.

A man devoted to extending apologies for wrongs

committed by previous administrations long before

his birth, for the payback of vote-impressive 

loyalty. Aversive to the end degree of admitting his

own responsibility in errant government, failing in

his executive administration of a muddled nation.

This is a prime minister who dressed in blackface

for a lark, but who declares Canada a racist country

a prime minister who attempted to subvert justice

and in the process fired the nation's first Indigenous

minister of justice, a prime minister who declares

himself a feminist but is not above forcing himself

on women, a prime minister whose ingratiating antics

become an embarrassment for Canada, a prime minister

who cannot scatter tax paid grants funding for votes

in a wide-enough arc fast enough to beggar the economy

a prime minister who like the proverbial benevolent

dictator rewards friends at the public trough, a prime

example of a political dilettante who seeks the

public limelight and adores being the center of

fawning attention by a public transfixed by the glamour

of a youthful demeanor and a pretentious facade.

 

 

The Political Food Chain

That assurance so beloved by the feeble

minded that 'we are all born equal' is but a

risible canard, for nothing could be further

from reality. There are ethnic groups and cultures

known to distinguish themselves by their average

cerebral power and among them are Chinese

the equal and more to any in the arts and sciences

so the bad faith exhibited by their current leaders

represents an assault against the intellectual

integrity of its peoples' acumen, talents and

pride in self. Beijing practices an odd version

of natural selection whereby big fish are wont

to swallow little fish, the big prosper the little

are their living fodder. The big fish that is China

labours under a delusion of global command and

control, ingratiating itself through largess while

purloining others' intellectual property rights

along with their natural resources to fully and

completely capture the market on domination.