Equus Asinus

Rubí donkey writes her Tuesday blog:

Most of today I didn’t do very much thinking, which is unusual for a Tuesday. I was watching areoplanes flying over the Costa Blanca.  Going north by my reckoning.  I wondered if it was something to do with the Pope, as we saw him fly over last year. But these areoplanes seemed a bit smaller, like little jet areoplanes that would only carry a couple of people and a cocktail cabinet, and there were lots of them all the way through the day.  I was going to count them but then I realised I haven’t learned to count.

Just as I was beginning to lose interest in the areoplanes, Morris did some accidental newspaper reading.  A large piece of newspaper was blown against the chainlink fence and held there by the wind for several minutes.  So Morris, who has not been doing any reading since last week’s blog on the French cart person, decided to do reading with it.

“Guess what?” Morris said.

I don’t know what kind of question that is.  Should I guess that there is a partridge in the lemon tree?  Should I guess that a Spanish government might finally be formed in Madrid sometime in the next five months when they cease their wrangling?  Ah,  I know…

“They are meeting in Davos again?”

“You got it!” brayed Morris.  “And they flew there in four hundred and seventy two private jets to discuss important issues like global warming and world poverty.”

It never ceases to amaze me.  If you want to know more about the issues, Morris tells me there is a website for Davos 2016.   Or you might better spend your time reading what Oxfam said yesterday about the 1% who own half of the world’s wealth and keep so many countries and people in permanent poverty.

Meanwhile the areoplanes fly over us heading for Davos.  Keep drinking your cocktails, but I suggest that those on less than $2 dollars a day will not be buying your products, will they?

So where’s your global market?