Thang Nguyen 555

AP piece today features Dubai, its “meter-long” brunch bills and night-long dancing clubs.

Newly minted millionaires, of bit coin and crypto currency, cashed out to buy condos.

A gem and a rare place on Earth.

We – here in the US – used to be the envy of the world: the NYC and Vegas countdowns, the parties and “He who died with the most -China-made-toys wins”.

Gordon Gekko of the 80’s and the Yuppie’s Beamers.

Now, we are nose-diving, with democracy threatened, public discourse challenged and an untrusted leadership (41% popularity).

I flipped through Robert Caro’s books yesterday. About Johnson of Johnson City. And how at one point, he thought his future was behind him.

The Great Society.

Can still rise again, like a phoenix from the ash.

Never know.

The rejected stone could still someday become the corner stone.

Look at South Korea, UAE and East Germany. Mid-century past.

Now rule. With young demographics and optimism in the face of omicron.

We are immune and invisible. We are the future. We rule. And per the AP piece, Dubai is on top of the world, “looking, down on creation..and the only explanation I can find….”

With wealth come privileges (and no responsibilities). Dance, dance Dubai dance.

Let the US take care of the influx of refugees. Let the US fight at the Ukrainian borders. Let the US pay for the oil it is addicted to. Meanwhile, we ride the waves. The only time in our life. Short lived, but a ride nonetheless. Shots from Sinopharm. Shots of Tequila. Shots that never been heard there: only peace.

Everybody who has a drink or two know how jovial it feels. Until the bills come due. Until the cows come home.

Is it sustainable? Ask China Evergrande.

Architectural arms race. Vaccine arms race. Nuclear arms race. Space-age arms race. Horse race and dog race. Batteries race, chip-manufacturing race.

The race and rage to win. To get there, Everest 2.0. Human endeavour to overcome its limits and insignificance. Extra life, extra unintended consequences.

Then the Climate Change Submit. Promises kept and unkept. Kicking the can further down the road.

The age of “strong men” once again. We shall build. We shall win. We will show “em”. Whoever “them” is. As long as we are united, against our common enemy. Let’s take back that which is ours: property and prestige. Our standing in the world. Our legacy, our legality and our limitless growth. The weak and meek shall die, not inherit the Earth.

We will build Cathedrals and Towers to the sky. We will rule, from above, looking down on Creation, all parasites and pussies. Weakest links and opioid addicts. Let them wither away. Sell them the dream, the fear and the imagined “others”. Let them sweat, and we will sell them tissues and deodorant. Classic demand generation. Build, and they will come. To dance the night (and their miserable life) away. Come, come to mama. What happened in Dubai stayed in Dubai. What Omicron!