So...
...One of the benefits of 'having' to go to outside meetings with rich people, is that sooner or later someone brings out a large dish of sizzling baked Camembert with Turkish bread. The red wine tends to have been already brought out, more or less right away as soon as everyone is there.
You know, 'rich' - is a debatable proposition in my hands.
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The kind of real place where we really live. |
You should have seen the jaws literally drop (they actually did drop) and the mouths stay open when the document with qualified numbers like '300 million' was opened and the key points referred to in the verbal discussion.
These guys are all talking in circles all the time about how the 'Chinese are naturally conservative,' and how property is a 'defensive' investment. And then the numbers they talk are a few million and how so-an-so (someone they know personally) is maybe worth fifty million.
The global (Western global) property markets are wildly over-blown and fraught with all kinds of risks that no one ever talks about.
Inflation is well-and-truly afoot in real economies everywhere and there is no such thing as a 'defensive' investment right now.
What we are looking at, is a political system beyond its use-by date but with no obvious process for how to fix the problem.
It isn't at all obvious that violent revolution will achieve anything other than ever greater and ever more radical suppression by armed thugs.
This week in Australia the media is full of a story about one gay police guy murdering two of his former gay associates and 'disappearing' their bodies - with the deliberate back-drop in the media about cops not being permitted to join in the Sydney Mardi Gras (gay and LGBT parade) because of the killing by this gay ex-cop.
Champagne jelly cake... |
The apparent motive for the killing was that his previous associates had been trying to evict the person from some residence they owned...
No doubt a dwelling place is a socially necessitated material acquisition of most people's lives - although to the stunned and wordless continuing amazement of my erstwhile dinner table business colleagues, I said that I would happily pack my Code-Of-Bell sling-bag and live in the streets with the poor people to show fellowship with them, albeit I would still have my Fiji Water in said sling-bag.
They thought I was probably joking - on one level they thought that - but on another level they were taking note of my document inclusive of its '300 million end-users and buyers' and subconsciously thinking 'who-the-f* is this guy with permanent cash on him and a Code-Of-Bell sling-bag with bottles of Fiji Water in it...'