Istusin ja vaatasin BBCNewsi ja kui tuli uudis USA kauvahetusdeitsiidi ootamatust kasvust j?mul karp p?s lahti, kui president Bush eesotsas ja rahandusminister tagakkatraavi teatasid, et selles pole mitte midagi halba, vaid see on hoopis m? USA majanduse tugevusest. Tundus, et ka majandusanal?kud, kes seda asja kommenteerima pidid ei suutnud uskuda, et Valge Maja administratsioon nii jaburaid seletusi v?uua.
Asi on selles, et dollar on hetkel madalseisus ja ?endriikide kaubad peaksid v?masti teoreetiliselt olema maailmaturul v?gi konkurentsiv?liste hindadega. Samuti aitaks p??liselt sellele kaasa ka viimasel ajal langenud k?ehinnad, mis lanegtavad logistilis kulusi. ?latuslikul kombel aga vaatamata k?le USA reaalne eksport hoopis v?nes v?ldes eelmise aasta sama perioodiga. Bushi administratsiooni seletus asjale oli selline a) meie rahvas on nii rikas, et ostab k?nodi ise ? ja b) teiste riikide rahvas on nii vaene, et ei j?ldse mitte midagi osta. Loomulikult s?tas ta selle veidike ?rgusemalt, kuid nii lolli juttu ei suutnud isegi muidu nii tolerantsed diktorid enam alla neelata. Punkt a) on loomulikult vale, sest raportid n?avad, et keskmise ameeriklase ostuj?on m?imisv?selt kahanenud viimaste aastate jooksul.
So go figure! Selleks, et USA presidendiks saada ei pea ilmtingimata idikas olema, kuid paistab, et see tuleb abiks.
The brain said, “Since I control everything and do all the thinking, I should be the manager”.
The feet said, “Since I carry man wherever he wants to go and get man in position to do what the brain wants him to do, I should be the manager”.
The hands said, “Since I do all the work and earn all the money to keep the rest of you going, I should be the manager”.
The eyes said, “Since I must look out for all of you and tell you where danger lurks, etc., I should be the manager”.
And so it went on – the heart, the lungs, the ears, etc., and finally the asshole spoke up and demanded that it should be the manager. All the other parts laughed and laughed at the very idea of asshole being manager.
Asshole was so angered that he blocked himself off and refused to function. Soon the brain was feverish, the feet were too weak to walk and the hands hung simply at the sides. The lungs and heart struggled to keep going. All pleaded with the brain to relent and let the asshole be the manager, and so it happened. All the body parts did all the work and the asshole just supervised and passed out a load of shit.
The moral of this story is: “You don’t have to be a brain to be a manager – just an asshole!”