You can no more win a war than you can win an earthquake.
I spent almost a year of my life living on a Korean military base in Vietnam. I learned quite a bit about Korean behavior, from rigid discipline to emotional outbursts, rare in other Asian nations. Because of that experience, I tend to notice headlines about Korea, regardless of how absurd the news might seem.
I try (often...no, usually) to have no prejudices. That said, I make an exception with the clown currently “leading” North Korea. Just look at the guy. Does he not act like the dumbest human ever to walk on this planet? Or, perhaps, the ones that do his bidding, feign emotions on command, and suffer at his behest...
The link below is to the review of a book I plan to read. However, simply reading this article provides enough insight to understand the folly of US involvement in a country 99.9% of Americans could not locate on a map.
This is an excellent writer; I have read his books on the history of India,
which I highly recommend, if that subject piques your interest.
On a lighter note, but equally insightful into the folly, is the tongue-in-cheek rendition of the same story in Flashman.
In religion and politics,
people's beliefs and convictions are in almost every case gotten at second-hand,
and without examination.
Airports make periodic announcements and post signs to warn about pickpockets.
On my last trip to Frankfurt Airport, I paid attention and was able to spot one.
I first noticed a shady character in the parking lot...
Once inside the terminal, I watched him scan the area for potential victims. Notice the pose, like a panther ready to pounce...
I followed the crook into a bookstore. He must know that customers are busy studying the offer and deciding what to buy. He pretended to do the same, but was obviously seeking a victim rather than something to read...
At some point, he realized that someone might be watching. He turned and looked my way, but his gaze seemed to be at something over my shoulder. To avoid arousing more suspicion, I did not turn. I assume that he spotted a surveillance camera...
His next move convinced me that he felt threatened, because he slipped out of the shop...
and not by the main entrance...
But, he had fooled me. He obviously knew how to throw off suspicion and nosey cameras. Once free of the shop, he lowered his head and feigned leaving...
I soon realized that he had spotted a potential victim and saw swag sticking from the sucker's rear pocket. This guy was a pro, because he knew how to circle and pounce...
The mark is too busy paying to notice the approaching pickpocket. And, the guy is too much of a pro to be caught slipping what he wants from a rear pocket...
Going to church doesn't make you a Christian
any more than standing in a garage makes you a car.
Mayonnaise: One of the sauces which serve the French in place of a state religion.
When I was a child, my mother made lemon meringue pie. I recall enjoying this occasional treat with its subtle blend of sweet and sour.
Today, a nice lady gave me a lemon meringue tart made by a French pastry chef. I carried it in a small box to Geneva Airport and devoured it in the lounge while waiting for my plane to Frankfurt. This was my lunch.
This tart was perfect. I cannot imagine how anyone could produce a better one. French pastry chefs understand sweetness, or rather how to achieve perfect sweetness. Tarts, pies, and cakes might look the same, but all are too sweet (especially in the United States). And, no one can produce a crust like the French, with a subtle flavor of butter. Heaven.
...which is why Germans have a saying about “living like god in France” to denote luxury.
I had the opportunity to observe a set of twins, 11 months old.
This fact is surely obvious to anyone that spends time noticing child behavior, but I was surprised. Because a spend considerable time with a growing infant, it was interesting to note that babies all seem to make same sounds as made.
This led me to have a thought: like religion, all language is learned from parents. Just as no child is born with a particular religion, which must be learned, none is born with a particular language. A child born in one country and transported at birth to another will learn the language of the new home, as well as whatever the parents cram down his or her throat.
That tells me that there is no natural language. And, this explains why children can easily learn more than one...if offered the privilege.
*From a conversation I had recently with a one-year old.
This is a view of a village church in France, as seen through a car sun roof--more like a rain roof--while waiting for a friend to buy medication.