On Thursday, Donald Trump will walk into the Great Hall of the People in Beijing, shake Xi Jinping's hand, and declare it a great meeting. There will be announcements. There will be numbers — billions of dollars in Chinese purchase commitments, a new bilateral mechanism with an important-sounding name, possibly a joint statement on Iran. Trump will post on Truth Social. Markets will rally briefly. Pundits will argue about who won. None of that will tell you what actually happened. What is actually happening in Beijing this week is something more consequential and more uncomfortable than the summit theatre will reveal: two leaders of two deeply mutually dependent superpowers, both of whom need this meeting to succeed for entirely different reasons, sitting across a table in a world that has already moved past the assumptions that defined their last nine months of negotiations. The Iran war changed the equations. The rare earth gambit changed the power balance. Taiwan is sitting in...
This is a book of poetry written by me which is now available on Amazon as a Kindle edition. Decided that I would sit down and write a few poems telling the story of a few of my jungle adventures and the stories of a few animals. The poems are actually short stories written to meter. I tried to capture the romance of the forests with all its natural beauty and treasures that are available only to the ones it choose to reveal its secrets to. Some of the title include 'The Elephant' which is a poem about an elephant that roams the forests wild and free and also becomes friends with a human being. There is also the poem of a large male tiger and his life of love and rejection and the ultimate in having arrived when he follows his tiger instinct and learns all. Also the poem about little fawns playing in the sunshine - something so far removed from our world of FB, Twitter and Pinterest. Yes these are videos that can be captured on dSLR cameras and iPads but the jungle only calls ...