A few weeks ago I had a post here which rambled on about the fact that one should never promise ship full of camels if all one can deliver is but one solitary goat.
A few days ago, a friend and I were over lunch (it would seem that when there's food around philosophy also makes an appearance **grin**) and she added a new perspective to this analogy. That being out of the blue, a rabbit finds itself in the centre of obviously nonexistent camels for delivery and the fact that the solitary goat has now been mauled, abused and butchered that delivering it is now near impossible. So enters the rabbit.
Now you'd have to understand the context of this conversation to really grasp the tragic comedy this all is ... but this however brought to mind another interesting joke that I heard some time ago.
Forgive me if the punchline falls flat ... it's been sometime so I'm pulling it together now as I remember bits and pieces ...
A few days ago, a friend and I were over lunch (it would seem that when there's food around philosophy also makes an appearance **grin**) and she added a new perspective to this analogy. That being out of the blue, a rabbit finds itself in the centre of obviously nonexistent camels for delivery and the fact that the solitary goat has now been mauled, abused and butchered that delivering it is now near impossible. So enters the rabbit.
Now you'd have to understand the context of this conversation to really grasp the tragic comedy this all is ... but this however brought to mind another interesting joke that I heard some time ago.
Forgive me if the punchline falls flat ... it's been sometime so I'm pulling it together now as I remember bits and pieces ...
There was a contest to see who was the best secret service agents in the world. The CIA, the Mossad and the unassuming PDRM turned up for this competition.
The competitors were taken to the fringe of a jungle and told that in the jungle there was a rabbit. Their task was to find the rabbit and bring it out.
The mighty CIA in typical style wanted to be the first to find the rabbit. And so they went into the jungle in search of the rabbit. After some time they came out empty handed. But intelligence reports indicated that indeed there was a rabbit in the jungle and they would return to the jungle to find this rabbit with properly trained and equipped personnel.
Next up were the Mossad. Confident that they would find this rabbit they set off into the jungle. Several hours passed, and they emerged somewhat tired but bountiless. They reported that as their CIA counterparts had reported, there were signs that a rabbit was to be found. In order to flush this rabbit out they would be taking precautionary air raids as soon as it could be arranged.
When our good old PDRM boys in blue came up to undertake the search, everyone was surprised. They came as they were. Not like the CIA and Mossad boys who were equipped to their teeth with technology and came out empty handed. The odds were stacked against our boys.
They took their time as they went into the jungle. Some time later, a lot of running, shots and even scuffles were heard emitting from the jungle. Soon one of our PDRM boys came out to proudly announce to everyone that they had found the rabbit. The CIA and Mossad were stunned. Everyone waited with bated breath to see this amazing rabbit that PDRM had caught.
Out from the dense jungle to the shock of everyone came a a badly bruised and limping bear hands up in the air declaring "I am the Rabbit!! I am the Rabbit!!! I AM THE RABBIT!!!!!"
The competitors were taken to the fringe of a jungle and told that in the jungle there was a rabbit. Their task was to find the rabbit and bring it out.
The mighty CIA in typical style wanted to be the first to find the rabbit. And so they went into the jungle in search of the rabbit. After some time they came out empty handed. But intelligence reports indicated that indeed there was a rabbit in the jungle and they would return to the jungle to find this rabbit with properly trained and equipped personnel.
Next up were the Mossad. Confident that they would find this rabbit they set off into the jungle. Several hours passed, and they emerged somewhat tired but bountiless. They reported that as their CIA counterparts had reported, there were signs that a rabbit was to be found. In order to flush this rabbit out they would be taking precautionary air raids as soon as it could be arranged.
When our good old PDRM boys in blue came up to undertake the search, everyone was surprised. They came as they were. Not like the CIA and Mossad boys who were equipped to their teeth with technology and came out empty handed. The odds were stacked against our boys.
They took their time as they went into the jungle. Some time later, a lot of running, shots and even scuffles were heard emitting from the jungle. Soon one of our PDRM boys came out to proudly announce to everyone that they had found the rabbit. The CIA and Mossad were stunned. Everyone waited with bated breath to see this amazing rabbit that PDRM had caught.
Out from the dense jungle to the shock of everyone came a a badly bruised and limping bear hands up in the air declaring "I am the Rabbit!! I am the Rabbit!!! I AM THE RABBIT!!!!!"
Anyways, back to my earlier train of thought. So entered the Rabbit ... in this instance, the poor Rabbit is now not only trying to fill in the shoes of the over promised goat, but the rabbit now has to also proclaim ... I am your ship load of Camels!! I am your ship load of Camels... believe me I am YOUR SHIP LOAD OF CAMELS!!!!
But my point is ... call a spade a spade. No point in calling it an excavator is there - it cannot perform the same task can it??? One is for pottering abouts the other moves earth and digs trenches.
**ehehehehehehh** perhaps I should stick to my day job huh???
2 comments:
Hi akka...
I've tasted goat meat before...
m very eager to taste camel and also rabbit...
so don't matter what they serve rabbit...camel or gaot..semua gua telan
aiyo Anba ... in bukan pasal telan telan la :)) ... altho in the middle east camel is very available :))
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