I so totally agree. We need overseas Chinese Communist money to grease the wheels! (sarc) I believe we call these business interests Friends of Bill, right? A little campaign money or Bonds here, some high-tech exports there, etc.
You know, the basic force modernization package.
When they turn on us, just remember, we helped them! Oh yeah, as a bonus the politicians economically rape the land and the people with their out of control spending and usurious taxes.
Swell, just swell. Does this give us that "warm fuzzy feeling"? I don't think so....
I think Sting has the best depiction of this state of affairs came up with this line in Synchronicity II:
"...a humiliating kick in the crotch."
A little kick in the crotch here, a little stab in the back there, you know, business as usual.
Lyrics link: http://www.lyricsfreak.com/p/police,-the/110059.html
The Police, SYNCHRONICITY II LYRICS:
"Another suburban family morning
Grandmother screaming at the wall
We have to shout above the din of our rice crispies
We can’t hear anything at all
Mother chants her litany of boredom and frustration
But we all know her suicides are fake
Daddy only stares into the distance
There’s only so much more that he can take
Many miles away
Something crawls from the slime
At the bottom of a dark
Scottish lake
Another industrial ugly morning
Tha factory belches filth into the sky
He walks unhindered through the picket lines today
He doesn’t think to wonder why
The secretaries pout and preen like cheap tarts in a red light street
But all he ever thinks to do is watch
And every so called meeting with his so called superior
Is a humiliating kick in the crotch
Many miles away
Something crawls to the surface
Of a dark scottish loch
Another working day has ended
Only the rush hour hell to face
Packed like lemmings into shiny metal boxes
Contestants in a suicidal race
Daddy crips the wheel and stares alone into the distance
He knows that something somewhere has to break
He sees the family home now looming in his headlights
The pain upstairs that makes his eyeballs ache
Many miles away
There’s a shadow on the door
Of a cottage on the shore
Of a dark scottish lake
Many miles away
Many miles away
Many miles away
Many miles away
Many miles away..."