A Tour on the Lid of a Cauldron. The genius of you Americans is you never make simple, clear-cut, stupid moves, only extremely complicated, stupid moves, and it makes the rest of us wonder if we re missing something. Slack-jawed idiots from every corner of Europe and the U.S. poured out of the cruise ship and milled about the idling buses that would whisk them through the deserts of Egypt to the pyramids at Giza. Monuments ten millennia old, signifying man s greatest attempts to elevate himself above the stature of hairless baboon, and the best most of these people could wear were tacky tank tops and loud shorts. Looking down on the scene one s eye is assaulted by an ugly clash of color advertising liquor, automobiles and running shoes, monuments to our more recent attempts to return humanity to the level of a hairless baboon.
Happiness is obliviousness.
The multi-legged mass crams itself into the waiting busses. Lines of wealthy retirees jabber about their pet cats as indigent beggars trying to secure a day s meal pace alongside holding out limpid postcard packets, a buck each. Ignored and spurned, the street urchins listlessly wander away, hungry, hoping to catch another group. Despondency feeds resentment. My wife and I didn t ride with the cat people.