Intelligent Conversation Thread.
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I don't know what to say
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The other day I was discussing the ramifications of the pre-industrial revolution in south Asia. This simpleton said they were better off with their horse and carts; not industrialization. Can you believe it!? He actually said that!
So I slapped him for his silliness!
Yes. Yes. Rather invigorating conversation, indeed!
*sips tea*
So I slapped him for his silliness!
Yes. Yes. Rather invigorating conversation, indeed!
*sips tea*
It's all the religious right's fault! :wiggle:
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I think it was the greedy bankers, how would an everyday greedy fuck effect the economy?... but a greedy banker! sure, as a greedy banker, who would by nature be clinically obese, those chubby fingers can't even dial a phone number let alone press loads of buttons at the right time!
*sips tea*
Indeed, old chap! You say that! However, until are you able to fully participate in a full on conversation about any kind of pre-industrial (*subtle laugh* or, dare I say, POST-industrial revolutions!) then you shall forever remember the graceful sting of my palm making contact with the side of your face!
Would you like more tobacco in your pipe, old chap?
*puff, puff*
Now, the other day, when BlueBalls and I were on our yachts, playing water golf. We espied another yacht. Let me tell you, chaps! It was a right on doozy! This old lad came about to us and *subtle laugh* said, look at that small one there! It shan't compare to my 55 footer! I said, oh!? I didn't know we were comparing yachts! I put my penis away and the man realized he was beat and headed back out. We never got the name of him. I am willing to assure you we will cross water paths again, though. Yes, yes.
Yes. Yes. It was a right good time, indeed!
*sips tea*
What you fail to see my dear fellow is that the ramifications of pre-post-modern-post industrialisation on the general populace (including this one I might add (and I will)) where one cannot leave your own dwelling for more than 5 minutes before being confronted with the dregs of human misery are tough enough on a society where education, medical care, pipe smoking and chin stroking are a necessity and indeed a right. Where we are left with, desperation in the lower classes, depression in the middle class and complete object misery in the upper class. What do you expect is going to happen if we as true gentlemen just waltz into these nations in our fine Sunday best and change how they've been living for hundreds of years?
*sips tea*
Mmmm, what you cannot see through that opium cloud you seem to be under at all times is that the people of the orient rarely if ever have the opportunity to take advantage of such rights. If you had allowed me to continue I would have explained this to you using these examples:
Persia - a tremendous wealth of natural resources for the processes of industry of which we are in dire need...
*puff, puff*
....mmmm, but what happens when we industrialise them. They revert back into their old tribalist forms. Why? Because - as I said above - where rights don't mix with the society at large anarchy ensues.
No old boy, I am completely fine. This new Caribbean blend in fantastic.
Hmmm, yeahs, jolly good show indeed. What-what....
Although I do remember that odd looking chap shouting across the water as if Victoria herself were here and if that was indeed cause for celebration. Now you know me I'm not the kind of person who just lets the locals sweep me off my feet in order to engage in ritual acts of slaughter as they could be called *laughter* but what can you do when the lower classes throw an event such as this, even the most distinguished gentlemen such as myself and indeed you my dead boy can't help but be swept up in the insanity. Their opium was just divine by the way.
And so, I awoke after how many hours of being in such a daze (where did you get off to old bean?) being violently sodomised by the farmer. Which I must say, he did put on a jolly good show.
*sips tea*
Mmm... exquisite tea old chap.
Oh you. Always going back to the Persians and opium, eh? You and them bloody Persians and that opium! No less, in Asia, pre-industrialization, not post... they were merely running about eating their grubs and chopping their weeds with machetes. Which is all dandy. However, their wealth has thrice-fold in profits, they are now doing well. True, crime went up in the poverty levels, but what are they taking off with? Grubs and a few pee soaked rugs.
Sure they might revert to tribalist ways. As long as they keep working in the factories during the week day they can do whatever they darn well please on weekends.
Now, my dear lad, what we have here is a conundrum of industrialization. It isn't so much a monopoly as it is, dare I say, free will work plan. They can choose to work with industrialization; or they can continue to dig for grubs. I say! They have it good. Though the only ramification I can see in POST-industrialization is the keeping up with counting the money!
Yes, yes.
*sips tea*
We must get back out on the yachts again! Summer is coming upon us. Yes. I pick up that new fancy tea blend, too. You know how we sophisticated and intelligent bunch loves our tea and pipes.
*puff, puff*
Alas! There is finally a intelligent thread where us intelligents can shine!
Well banks offered easy credit, massive mortgages on little deposits and loans/cards and silly people snapped them up. However the bankers are professional and educated in their field so were well qualified to determine the credit worthiness of applicants and weather thay could realistically pay back what they borrowed, however they turned a blind eye and just gave and gave as they got bonuses the more policies they sold. If you went to a doctor asking for a particular drug he/she would have to assess how safe it was for you before prescribing it (MJ's doc seemed not to), bankers should've acted just as professionally in their field. There will always be people out there willing to spend beyond their means to keep up with the Joneses, it's up to professional bankers to explain to them the reality, not hand them anything they want.
Ah, but I am a futurist you ninny! I says so on my business card along with surgeon and ambassador to Namibia. The future is my line of work old boy, to not think about the consequences of such action by us the greater peoples on those of the lesser peoples will have dire consequences. This is why Persia is my example, just look at the mess we've made there old boy! At one time we were seen as kings with humongous penises that could indulge in as much strange vagine as we so wished. But we got greedy and we didn't take into account the fact than in our implementation of changes within their societal structure the entire society was nothing but a hollow mess just waiting to implode on itself like another bleak and worthless T.S. Elliot poem.
*sips brandy*
Mmmm, choose to work? Oh my dead boy do you even know what you're saying? Choose? Who chooses when our society moves in and jack up the prices of the good they need. Where is this choice you're talking about? Was it there before we stuck out fat industrialized noses in? I don't think so, you grew your own goods and selling and buying things in order to survive and to be entertained were a thing of myth and legend. No, we have created this chaos and confusion and it'll come back to bite us in the end. These people and us to be quite honest are doing nothing more than to buy back their freedom by working.
This is not on my lad, it's not on in the slightest. What-what......
*puff puff*
Mmmm.
Yes, while this conversation with another true gentleman such as yourself (although acting like one needs some work my dear boy) is a magnificent experience, one must get back. For my kitchen girl needs to be taken into the back room and riveted for a while before Anne-Mary gets back from her trip to see the children at St. Christophers. If you know what I mean old boy, nudge-nudge, wink-wink.
*snort*
Alas indeed, conversation such as this should not be fixed to one single message board such as this. We intellectuals should be out there, smelling the seeds of spring before the winter gales set in and spoil the year once again.
Oh well at least I can get back to my writing and my riveting of the chamber maids. That's always fun .... I guess.
Until we meet again good sir. For stimulating conversation is indeed a thing that keeps the mind active and amused while we're not catatonic having ingested the beloved opium.
Mmmm
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