And so de furs' worl' peepul saz to de despurut haitians, "Oh you poor and broken people. We cry for your suffering. We shed tears as you bury your families. WE SINCERELY WANT TO HELP. We will give you old medicines and old biscuits in exchange for the untapped gold and oil reserves that were never fully developed."
For the last week I have marvelled at the outpouring to Haiti. I know that there are people who genuinely participated from their hearts; but it is unfortunate that with those who gave love in the form of prayers, monies, or donations, there were slimey sons-of-a-bitches who were taken photo op shots like hoodrats posing for buttshots in the back of a Cadillac.
That is one end of the spectrum. Unfortunately, as wonderful people who admire begged us to text a number to give to every "aid" organization under the Haitian sun, most of it will not go to those who need it.
It is my humble projection that the first world governments will actually take a huge portion of the monies and use it to establish bases to set up mineral and petroleum mines or extraction plants.
You see the other side of an "underdeveloped" country is the natural resources that are untapped as well. HAITI HAS MASSIVE GOLD AND OIL UNDERNEATH THEIR GROUNDS.
In fact, after Aristide's ousting, Canada, France, and the US began mining gold in Haiti. Now how in the hell does the fourth poorest country in the world still be poor?
As the Clooneys of the world plead with good intentions, the Bushes of the universe are smirking in the background and holding his blackberry to speed dial the investors of he and his daddy's gold mining company that already killed thousands in Southern African for natural minerals.
Ahh, I smell the set up, a modern day virus-infected blanket.
My Haitian people remember the saying of the Africans, "They had the bible and we had the land. Now we got the bible and they have the land."
Don't go for the banana in the tail-pipe.