The Antics of Globalization

Globalization[noun]
: the act or process of globalizing : the state of being globalized; especially : the development of an increasingly integrated global economy marked especially by free trade, free flow of capital, and the tapping of cheaper foreign labor markets

Especially in this isle, our society befits the survival in the rut of a globalized market. We seize the right chance , calculate the probability and almost have the right to lead our lifes curled in the barcelona bed , warped in our ghettos. Almost.

It’s time for confession. My two hands are up. I am one of the four million smiles. My indulgent lifestyle and all of my work associates reaped the fruit of globalization in ten folds.

We get to travel to and live in some continents with a million squatters. Not forgetting our huge Spohie Loren shades, we click our cameras away , mersmerized by the raw landscape. We packed our trolley bags , flooded with almost beautiful memories. Almost.

There is a small problem. Not exactly this minor. We overlooked the people that were duped by globalization. Workers who weaved countless luxuries , though never in their possesion. We start to muse if globalization has brought a whole new meaning to slavery.

Netizen , like myself , purporting our time on net conferences, tapping into an array of informations. With my two feets up [as well] this round, I snubbed my nose , stemming interest in the grotesque lives of strangers. Its the end. Our lives are predestined for such.

I love Google. So does Babe , Storm Trooper and all my loved ones. Did we put “ Macdonald + Tyson Chicken + Texas farmers “ on the google bar ever? Did we miss out the big picture. Have we compromise with our ignorance ?

More than half the time , I am guilty as charged. I must have the time to find more on what’s wrong in the world outside us. Almost too busy. Almost.

We donated to the richest non profit organization in town. There had been an expose. We were scummed. They were outrageous. We are exploited. We were in the dark. We do not know. Really we do not - there are poorer people that we can help. They have never lived in our world. Now , to start , all we need is to find where we put that fifty dollar bill to. All we need is Google. Yes indeed. My best friend is Google.

Do not be misled. I am not a saint. I love my Bottega totes. And I swear by haute couture.

That doesnt mean I let slip my part in poverty-fighting.

I just do it My Way.