b.3rd Country - The White Land is Not White (Part 3)

 

The last part is here:   3rd Country - The Point of No Return (Part 2)

Some took the aeroplane jump into white land washing backsides and building rail roads.

Remember now that the whites are not stupid. If they allow that immigrants or migrant workers to threaten the jobs of their own kind, how can they then stay in power amongst the whites? Commonsense would have told us that we are nothing but locusts that invade their land. The whites would never allow parity. That must be the order of the day. We yellowskins would stay locusts for a long, long time to come.

The only thing the whites love is our little kiddos. They will do better than us, the old fucks. But ever then, the kiddos from the legend retold took 20% down-payment from his daddy for her big apple million hair apartment and so did her two lawyer and big accountant brothers. The kiddos fed off his daddy's dish-washing blood money. They wanted to be the Jones immediately. They can't lose. The kiddos went to ivy league varsities and now having great jobs. But, these jobs are still not as good as they get because they would never be true bosses in white companies. Sooner or later, these kiddos will scream discrimination and do the same return path too to mudland. Right now, the old daddy only travels to chinatown and back every day. He never even venture out to his own suburbs to explore the country. He refused even to speak a sentence of English. He is so home-sick. Mudland may not be any better middle kingdom land, but it gives him hope to be among the equals. He is waiting now to collect his sale money of his 50 years hardwork and buy the first air tickets home to mudland. In a way, he has never make it that rich in white land. Just a normal joe doing a joe's dish washing job, living in a joe's apartment or house.

Elsewhere. Similar stories are happening in the immigrants from large island in the east. They too are returning. One case:   The old fuck even shouted at me drunk. He said he was the scholarship holder together with the current president of that large island. That scholarship was the first scholarship given by the wife of their beloved and affectionate old president. He was then already a ceo of a huge subsidiary of the island's largest company controlled by the current president. He lamented over his lost 2 decades in white land. He is now with no sons (all returned to large island) and friendships are not real in white land.

Give you another worked example:   A yellowskin from a bigger island took residence and citizenship in white land. His daughters refused to stay. They ran back to their big island. There are simply no jobs for their white degrees. No white establishments would give nice white collar jobs to yellowskin white degree holders. So his daughters ran back to their large island and found great jobs in huge companies with lots of appreciative guys waiting to jump them. So the fairy tale did have a good ending - the gals found great jobs due to their overseas education. But, herein lies the sad part. The old folks are now left marooned in white land. No friends, no money, no decent paying jobs. Every day, they curse younger yellowskins like me who gave them nothing to sponge off. They hated that as not all new yellowskins are blur fucks. So they wildly invest in business ideas but none of that took off. Now, they have no choice but to consider deeply their shameful way home to their big island. Disgraced.

The pinoys, indyes, pakis, nigers and mudlanders all knew their game plan very well. They go to white land, work like dogs, receive nice cash and buy houses back home. In the meantime, their kiddos will have great education degrees to fight another day. They will then return home as immortals with at least 10 houses to boot.

So this migration move benefited only one party - the young-lings.

But, the bad news remained is what are you going to do? You would be old, burned-out, fuckened, marooned in a strange white land who speaks not your lingo? Your kiddos are so happy that they wouldn't even bother about your plight. Move back to that fuckened little island, you would be dead within 5 years from shit water and radioactive food poisoning.

A twist of white land fairy tale:   The white land may kill their health support plans soon. Soon you will find that the whites no longer provide health support. That's when you will feel truly fucked. Since I can't re-enter that fuckened little island, I am truly and utterly fucked.

This generation game is 50 years long ...one wrong footing ... all would be returning in deep disgrace.

Today, a strange white caller asked me to release my church for their purchase. They will agree to any price if I am willing to sell. Deep down, I know they refused to provide the real reason - a true icon that has been stolen from them. The 100-odd years of history where they married and had their first baptism is now owned by a yellowskin. They must re-purchase it as I told them I would be converting it to a mosque anytime soon. I still want my four wives to make me happy. They go to the extent that I may exchange the church for 2 nearby houses.

I am no longer interested in paper houses ... although I still have a weakness to buy that police station that is put up for sale. I even have a post office that looks like fullerton's for sale.

I am sad that the white land is indeed not pure white ... The push for a 3rd country is now eminent ... 世界虽大,却无我容身之处.

b.Strategy - Popularity is a Sacrilege

The last part is here:   Strategy - The Art of OEM (Branding)

I have written this once before, but now, I find it urgent enough to regurgitate.

Goods need to have a certain popularity to sell. That concept is called branding.

When a new good is pushed into the market, about 57% of the market will try it. It is like the opening of a new concept restaurant at the street's corner. Almost every other guy who passes by that restaurant will want to try it, provided it is not priced beyond common reach. After the first try, if the quality of the new good is perceived to be higher than its price, there is a fair chance for the customer to repeat his experience some time later when he has the urge, as the feeling was good during his first visit. The repetition is called the retention policy of the good.

As more and more customers try the good, more and more customers will repeat the purchase of the good. This is good for the good. By now, market talks of a new brand emerging. But, retention policy is useless when there is no good recruitment policy. After a while, the same customers will get bored and move on. No matter how good the good once was and still is, the customers are bastards and fickle-minded, they will move on to newer goods. The customers are the ones with the spending power, they will therefore decide the fate of the good. That is why, many pubs and drinking holes only have 3 years to make their monies, beyond that these drinking joints will go bankrupt.

Recruitment policy deals with getting new customers. Some new customers are gotten using word-of-mouth, others are gotten through using advertisements and awareness drives. However, recruitment policy is painfully expensive. Therefore, every producer of good clinked on to their good and customer-base jealously. There in lie the irony. When a good gets too popular, it will invite competition. Worst, the juvenile eastern fucken government-of-the-day will try to fuck you up by restricting your sale or curtailing your access to markets. She wants to send a message to any wannabes that she is god and no one should gain great wealth through the current system. You will be fucked.

Therefore, never try to be overwhelmingly popular. I know this is a deep deep irony of them all. But, if you want to survive well, be at all times, invisible. Use the money you just made from your new good to power-roll your next venture in another place. Your strength need not be shown-off. You only need to impress the sweet young things enough for that heavenly done deals.

I believe you do truly appreciate this concept and forgive me for trying to be invisible always.