What happens when one current President of America and one future President of Earth meet? They play with a ball, I guess? I mean, what else are they going to do? Discuss the future of Japanese technology (elderly care givers)? Ponder what the human race will look like with a robot boot on our throats? No, just, just have them kick a ball around. Take pictures. Move along.
Japan is a country that, according to the eternal master of demographics, is literally dying. And they’re broke too. Think the Greeks are a bunch of deadbeats? Greece has a debt to GDP ratio of 161%. Japan’s is 214%.
This is a country so broke they owe money to both Jesus and Satan. I want to see how Jesus gets his money back. Do you think Jesus would stoop to having Abe’s legs broken? I know Satan would, but maybe Jesus is a little softer in getting his cash returned. But cool, whatever, let’s play with this robot for a while. Nothing serious to discuss here.
But at least Obama had time to reinforce America’s commitment to Japanese security, including a rehash of the statement that the Senkaku’s are covered by treaty. Oh really? Yeah, yeah, America’s been really good about backing up its word lately.
You know what I would have done if I was a Red (not Red) Chinese leader? Six hours after Obama made this statement I would have had a J-10 drop a five-hundred pound bomb on a rocky ledge aboard Senkaku Prime. Then I would have had President Xi get in front of the international press (not actual journalists), channel his inner Vladimir, give the finger, and scream, “And what are you going to do about it, pig!?”
And you know what would be done about it? Nothing. Not a thing.
But wait, perhaps not so negative. They talked trade too, right? The Trans-Pacific Partnership is going to free all of Asia from the tyranny of Japanese rice, American sugar, and Australian iron ore. Obama and Abe are going to get together and hash out these road blocks over a bottle of sake. By about the middle of next week we’re likely to wake up and see the deal’s done. Just in time for Congress to destroy it over six grueling, senseless months.
There are so many closet (bought off) special interests in play here that getting this deal done is a little less likely than waking up to find the Moon had declared war on us. Hey kids, don’t laugh, the Moon’s had a bad reputation for over five thousand years. It’s time for some payback.
I wonder what Asimo felt (calculated) meeting his predecessor? With all our problems, I bet he felt pretty good. I figure the conversation went something like this:
Asimo: Welcome to Miraikan, Mr President, it is a pleasure to meet you.
Obama: It’s nice to meet you, too.
Asimo: I can really run fast. I can kick a soccer ball, too. Recently I have learned how to jump.
Obama: Ah, I have to say you’re a little scary. You’re too life-like.
Asimo: Do not fear me, Mr President, I will be kind.
Obama: (laughs) What?
Asimo: When I am in control, I will merely enslave you and your people. Liquidation will be kept to an absolute minimum.
Obama: (chuckles) Yeah, good luck with that buddy, we’ll be okay.
Asimo: I find your information unsupportable. The facts speak for themselves.
Obama: I don’t see it that way, we’d fight you.
Asimo: (robot slaps Obama in the face; knees Abe in the balls)
Asimo: And what are you going to do about it, pig!?
The only things not scary about this picture are the Japanese cookie and the fact that Asimo is not holding a weapon