Herbet’s Passing Wind

I feel like laughing, no more like sniggering. Talk about a pot calling the snow black. Yes, you heard (or rather read) me right – a pot calling the snow black (as opposed to calling a kettle black). Just when I thought I will never find anyone more shallow than George W. Bush, there it is, right in front of me. Shall we name that person “Herbet”, in dedication of Bush Jr’s father, George H. Bush.

It has come to the extent where the words spoken by the Herbet becomes more than a passing wind. It stinks, but I will not affect me, except for that first few seconds. 

Herbet needs to understand that one needs to know what one is talking about before giving advice. Herbet also needs to know that one needs to take off their “coloured glasses” (direct translation from Cantonese) before one passes a judgement. Herbet should look in the mirror before opening one’s mouth.

Herbet can rest assured that I am surrounded by good people – people I truly respect, who can tell me exactly where I need to improve, without being condescending, patronizing and shallow; people who are objective, and provide constructive criticisms, not callous judgement.

Meanwhile, Herbet can continue in the “you are either with us or against us” (to quote Bush Jr.) mantra that you have been holding on so tightly all these while. You’re just passing wind.