So who pays?
February 13, 2009When you get a free meal who pays for it? Like when the delivery people (not the rider per se but the entire series of events and people linked to order taking, production and delivery) screw up? Go and read what happened to me just today around 3-4pm with a pizza chain. It really worries me to no end. I’ll post on fides quarens intellectum the philosophical and moral aspect and here the queries on who pays.
Screaming and me
I really like huge displays of power or wealth. I like blowout victories. Though the excitement of a dagger during the last few seconds (or tenths of a second) is unimaginable, the sheer satisfaction of a blowout is still my preferred poison. I like big, ostentatious things. Huge and imposing structures appeal to me the most. I may be a megalomaniac.
Every time that I visit my province in Iloilo I always joke about what I’ll do when I get rich. I’ll pump large amounts of money into the province and run it like my own empire. I’ll even build a statue of myself along the hills or down on the valleys reaching into the skies saluting like the Romans. And at the bottom brandishing the words “Uswag _____” a phrase I owe much to Mayor Treñas of Iloilo City. I like the screaming of slogans and mottos.
Case in point, North Korea. The North Koreans practically worship their version of Great Leader. That’s basically what I want but with a little more prosperity. 
