i finally get it
please allow me to briefly introduce you to my lovely feet. they get hidden most of the time and poor dears, they kind of suffer by being hidden. they are go-getters and really want to be out and about. they want to be raw, naked and 4WD (more 1976 landrover troopie than 2010 lexus, prado, pajero, discovery or pathfinder).
They want to explore, discover and recover from a few oyster/barnacle grazes without having to visit the doctor. They don’t have ABS, airbags, AC, cruise control. not even power steering, but they will never fail.
my feet lament the ‘good old days’ when they used to tread the beaches and hot asphalt of the eastern suburbs of sydney unperturbed. my feet also complain that the eastern suburbs in which we grew up together in, have been swamped by wankers. i can not disagree.
In a previous post, i gave a bit of a hard serve to the tongans for being so lazy.
i have come around full circle i think. look at the map below to see where tonga actually is:
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these people live in a dream place and in splendid isolation.
it was a massively bad move of the king to sell off citizenship, a move that has potentially destroyed tonga’s way of live forever.
tongans can grow all the food they need, if they want to, and become a small self sufficent island community.
as long as the majority doesn’t lose its way and all want to aspire to i-pads, i-phones and hummers, they should be fine.
it seems that before the now dead king fucked up and blew the whole kingdoms cash, most tongans were pretty content with life over there.
i could easily imagine living an i-pod free life over there, growing my own fruit, veg, goats and pigs as well as spearfishing and surfing. what a life!
i take back part of a previous post of mine on tonga. it’s not so much about being lazy – it’s about assessing you priorities. If your priorities are are about staying alive, feeding your family and living a happy and stressless life, then do it tongan style.
Edited: August 13th, 2010
