Boxo's Big Day

The sun rose above the clouds with a beautiful malignance much akin to what the French called 'la petite morte', and Boxo watched with grim satisfaction. It was going to be another day alright, and he could tell. He knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that, when the sun rose, it was going to be another day. Even if no one else believed him. The other progeny, scattered to and fro like so many bits of flotsam, clung desperately to their backward views. Boxo hated them all. He hated them with such reciprocity that it was a natural wonder they didn't hate him in return. But that's another story for another time.

I was reading today, as I often do, with my good friend the cup of coffee. We came across an article that found its way to our eyes from a little town on the other side of the globe, Bejing. It seems that the famous Shaolin Temple, long known for its martial arts proficiency and as the birthplace of the Wu Tang Clan, is demanding an apology from an Internet user who claimed that a Japanese ninja once defeated the entire temple in one-on-one combat.

"The facts that the monks could not defeat a Japanese ninja showed that they were named as kung fu masters in vain," the Internet user was quoted as saying in the post.

Relations between China and Japan are often "sensitive" at best. Rumor also has it that the two countries enjoy soap operas together with a box of Kleenex between them. An attorney for the Shaolin monks was quoted as saying, "It is not only extremely irresponsible behaviour with respect to the Shaolin temple and its monks, but also to the whole martial art and Chinese nation." The attorney went on to state that if an apology were not forthcoming, the entire temple would "rise up like the dragon" and windmill kick the whole Nippon nation so hard that it would collectively get amnesia, "just like Destiny did when her evil twin from New Jersey arrived."

I for one, am deeply concerned. If even the peace-loving Shaolin monks feel the need for legal action and swift, lawsuit-driven justice, then maybe the end really IS nigh. Next time I'll listen more closely to that guy with the sandwich board.

Lovins,
Dezz