Wednesday, September 11, 2019

Fanis the bodyguard Episode 20 Cultural clashes


                Fanis and Kera are cousins that live together in London, England.  Kera is an international Chinese art dealer and Fanis is her bodyguard.  Like most days, Fanis was up before Kera and watching sports highlights from the day before.  He had a jail broken Firestick that allowed him to catch all the American channels so he could maintain his morning ritual of eating cereal and watching ESPN’s Sportscenter. 

                Although Kera and Fanis lived in London, they were born and raised in America.  Kera spent her first 27 years in New York but the last three in London.  Fanis spent his childhood in Cleveland, Ohio and his adulthood, up until a year ago, in New York.  In 2001, Fanis was just starting his senior year of high school and Kera was a Freshman in high school.  Back then, Fanis didn’t know New York very well.  All he knew about Kera’s school was that it was in Manhattan and she lived in Brooklyn. 

                When Kera woke up, Fanis got up and walked to her and gave her a big hug.  Kera hugged him back a little confused with the outward sign of affection.  She knew that Fanis was a hugger but this was a little out of the ordinary and he seemed to be squeezing harder than normal.  It was as if they didn’t see each other every day.  When Fanis finally let go, Kera asked, “What was that?”

                “It’s September 11”

                “I know”

                “No, I’m not sure you do.  18 years ago, I called you repeatedly but there was no service anywhere in New York.  I spent all day worrying that you were dead until finally cell service was restored at night.  The first tower was hit at 8:48AM.  It was over 12 hours not knowing if you were alive”

                “You know my school was like four miles from ground zero”

                “I didn’t know that at the time”

                “Oh right, you were living in Cleveland.  Well, I was perfectly fine.  It was a really scary day because the trains weren’t running but I made it home eventually.”

                “I know that now”

                “Let’s just hope it doesn’t happen again.  I mean a Russian spy was just burned by Trump because in May 2017, Trump was briefed how ISIS was planting bombs in laptops to bring down planes.  Trump had the bright idea to share it with Russia and since they knew that only one guy knew that, they knew he was the source.”

                Fanis smiled.  Kera wanted to lighten the mood by making fun of the president and she succeeded.  He responded, “Yea, apparently there’s no way anyone could have found out about the April 1, 2017 CNN article about the exact same topic.”

                Kera looked up CNN articles for that date and found it.  Her shoulder slumped as she confusingly muttered, “But, why wouldn’t CNN know what they themselves had reported on?  It was on CNN I heard that Trump telling the Russians about this burned the source.”

                “Later in the article they admit that at the end of the Obama administration, they were concerned about the source.  They thought he was burned too and wanted to extradite him but he refused”

                “Wait, why did he refuse?

                “Good question.  There are several speculative theories”

                “Oh God, here we go.  Your deep state conspiracies”

                “That’s right.” He grinned “Many believe that the source was a disinformation source.  We know for sure that what he told America was wrong.  He helped Obama find dirt on Trump that turned out to be false like all the other Russian collusion BS.  What we don’t know, is if the source knew it was false or not”

                “So, he was either a useful unknowing idiot or he was a double agent.”

                Fanis had a shocked expression as he was impressed she got that so quickly, “Yes, exactly”

                “So, if it was disinformation, why would they extract him?”

                “They wanted Russia to think that America believed the information and were taking it seriously.  By trying to extract him, it sent a message to Russia that they thought they had the goods.”

                “Which would be another reason why he wanted to stay because he wanted to get real information”

                “True, but if the Russians are already feeding him disinformation and know he’s sharing it with the US and that we tried to extract him, it doesn’t seem plausible that they would ever trust him with real information.”

                “This seems a little ridiculous.  It’s like triple spy, 3D chess.  Things are never this complicated.  If they knew he was a spy, they’d just kill him not try to use him to deliver false information.”

                “You don’t think it’s better to try to use your information to your advantage?  You don’t believe misinformation helps?  Hell, in World War II, we sent dummies as paratroopers to multiple beaches in France.  General Patton 3rd army was held up nowhere near Normandy.  All so that there would be less Germans when we invaded Normandy so yea, disinformation is used.”

                “I get that but you haven’t given me any reason to believe that this was it.  All this trickery was done at the end of the Obama campaign.  That was November 8, 2016.  He left office January 2017 but this dude was still there May 2017. That’s a long time when this trickery failed for him to stay in the country.”

                “That’s my point.  The Russians knew he didn’t know anything so he wasn’t a threat.  The Americans were still trying to see if they could use him.”

                “Do you have any proof?”

                “When a spy gets burned and they are extracted, the government, contrary to what movies will have you believe, puts them in witness protection.  They are actually protected more than witness protection but if I say that then it implies witnesses aren’t protected.  Anyway, how did these reporters find him so easily?  If a reporter can find you, the Russians can too.  Why didn’t they protect him better if he really screwed over Russia?”

                “That definitely sounds like a conspiracy”

                “You think everything I say is a conspiracy”

                “I do, you’re right.  Anyway, pack your shit, we’re leaving”

                “Where are we going now?”

                “Trinidad”

                “Why do we keep going to the Caribbean?”

                “Because that’s where our business is”

                “Alright, I’m not complaining.  Going to storm damaged beaches is fun.”

                “Are you afraid to fly on 9/11?”

                “No”

                “Good”

                They landed in Trinidad and checked into a hotel.  They were tired from the flight so got some sleep.  The next day, Fanis went out to a sidewalk vendor and ordered doubles, which is like a crepe except it’s not fully closed.  It’s open like a taco but the wrap isn’t corn but a thin doughy layer.  Inside has various spices and East Indian herbs that Fanis couldn’t tell you what it was.  He told the vendor, “I can’t handle spicy so anything that’s spicy, don’t include”

                “Yes sir” she said with a chuckle. 

                Fanis knew that they assumed this because he was white.  Both Fanis and Kera were Greek and spices aren’t found in Greek cuisine so they didn’t grow up accustomed to it.  Kera came up from behind and voiced, “Oh don’t be a pussy.  A little spice won’t hurt you”

                “Oh yea?  You think you can handle it”

                “Of course”

                Fanis turned to the vendor, “One double with everything”

                The vendor made it and Fanis gave it to Kera.  He then asked, “By the way, where’s the closest place I can get milk?”

                Kera shook her head and smiled.  The vendor told Fanis and Kera took one bite and her eyes got wide, “Holy shit!”

                “Come on”

                Fanis hurried to the car.  Unfortunately the store was a couple minutes drive away.  Fanis pulled over and bought milk. Kera tried drinking water seemingly unaware that doesn’t help with spicy food.  Fanis came back and tears were streaming down Kera’s face.  He handed her the jug of milk and she ripped the cap off and guzzled it.  Fanis laughed and commented, “East Indian food.  Very similar to Indian.  Never tell an Indian you can handle spicy.  American spicy not Indian spicy.  You should know that living in London.”

                “Well, they at least know they’re serving English people so ease up a little bit.  Damn, this is what they eat?”

                “Yea, it burns my mouth just watching them.”

                “Seriously, that was no joke”

                “I know, listen to me next time.”

                When they got back, the vendor was smirking at them.  Fanis laughed but Kera gave her a dirty look and hurried inside.  Fanis walked up to the vendor and declared, “Live and learn right?”
                “Yup, you Americans?”

                “We are”

                “Yea, Trinidad is the only Caribbean island that isn’t in debt.  You guys are in debt.  Is it true that the income inequality is enormous there?”

                “Not if you compare it to the rest of the world.  The problem with Americans is they compare everything to utopia in order to try to make it seem bad.  In the Caribbean, the rich have servants and they have servants.  Haiti is the worst”

                “Yea, those northern islands are bad but here in Trinidad it’s a little better.”

                “Americans are getting richer and the income inequality has narrowed in the last year.”

                “Do the 1% still own most of the wealth?”

                “Also a myth.  The share of the income held by the top 20% has fallen by the largest amount in over a decade.  There’s a thing called the Gini index that measures this.  A low number is good in that there’s not much income inequality.  It’s from 0-1.  The US’s Gini index has plummeted over the past year.”

                “That’s good.  I hear that American capitalism leaves people behind and makes them poorer”

                “Well, like I said, the disparity is getting smaller but if you want to talk about poverty.  According to the Census, the poverty rate decreased by a half a percent since 2017.  It’s at 11.8%, which is the lowest it’s been since 2007.”

                “Right before the housing bubble burst and the economy collapsed causing a recession”

                “Yes”

                “So, the news is right.  American might be having a recession soon”

                “One indicator says yes, the others say no, so who really knows?  I can just tell you what’s happening now.”

                “What about wages?”

                “Between 2017 – 2018, the median earning increased by 3.4%.  There are 2.3 Million more full time working people.”

                “Yea but the rich had the biggest increase right?”

                “if that were true than the income disparity wouldn’t have gotten smaller.  In fact, the 20th – 40th percentile had the largest gain in wages.”

                “Oh, well that’s good for them”

                “Ehh” Fanis said with a shrug

                “What does that mean?”

                “Income groups are meaningless because the people in the group constantly changes.  Rich become poor, poor become rich and everywhere in between.  People always think it’s the same people.  It’s like if I told you that someone is hit by a car every eight seconds in New York.  You then respond that that guy must be in serious pain or the toughest dude in the world”

                The vendor laughed, “Why does the American news say that everything is so bad then?”

                “They don’t want to say anything nice about Trump.  They have to spin everything to the worst possible way to take things.  When there’s nothing bad, they just lie.  For instance, everything I told you was from the census data.  The only thing they report on in the census data is that there are more people without health insurance.  The news will have you believe that that means people are getting poorer and can’t afford it.”

                “What’s the real reason?”

                “Trump got rid of the individual mandate so now people who don’t want it, don’t get it.  I was one of the ones that dropped it as soon as the individual mandate was revoked.”

                “There’s that many people that just refuse to go to doctors when they get sick or are that confident they won’t?”

                “I don’t think so.  The other reason, actually this is probably the main one, there are fewer Medicaid recipients now because once you make a certain amount of money, you are no longer eligible for Medicaid”

                “That would mean fewer people being uninsured would be a good sign because people are richer”

                “Yea, but you can’t know which is true.  Whether people can’t afford it, are too overconfident they won’t get sick, too stubborn to go see a doctor and admit they need one or they’ve moved up in the income bracket so don’t qualify.”

                “Yea, the media definitely doesn’t paint that picture so clearly”

                “Luckily you have me” he said with a smile

                The vendor smiled back, “Thanks for the knowledge”

                “Any time” Fanis said as he walked toward the hotel.  When he got in, Kera stated, “Were you two making fun of me this whole time?”

                “No, we never even mentioned you.  We were talking economics”

                “A street vendor cares about economics” Kera inquired skeptically

                “Apparently” Fanis replied looking down knowing that he was saying something Kera didn’t believe but happened to be the truth.

                “Anyway, tomorrow is my meeting”

                “Okay”

                Kera and Fanis took a cab to the meeting place.  Fanis was looking out the window and remarked, “Holy shit! There’s a ton of KFC’s here”

                The driver responded, “Oh yes, fried chicken very good here.  You want to go?”

                Kera and Fanis looked at each other.  Kera spoke up, “No thank you, we need to get to a meeting.”

                “Alright, maybe after.   I can come get you if you like.  What time will you be finished?”

                “I don’t know” came Kera’s reply 

                Kera and Fanis arrived at the meeting and went inside.  As always, Fanis hung in the back by the door with the security personnel of the buyer.  Before Fanis got into this, he would’ve thought that body guards and security of two opposing people would be sizing each other up and be very confrontational.  Instead, he found himself socializing with them in order to pass the time.  They were all on high alert but could multitask when it seemed like there wasn’t going to be disagreements.  One of the buyer’s security extended his hand, “I’m David”

                Fanis shook it, “Fanis”

                “You Americans are lucky that you have such a high minimum wage in America”

                “It’s only in some states.  The states that don’t have it, though, are the lucky ones”

                “Why’s that?”

                “Unions are fighting self-checkout counters now.”

                “What are those?”

                “When you go to a store or a fast food restaurant instead of talking to a real person, you ring up the groceries yourself and pay a computer.  There’s someone watching in case you mess up or, more likely, so that you don’t steal anything.  Most convenient stores have like four of them.  For big department stores, like target, there’s a bunch of them.  Even fast food, like KFC, you go to a kiosk and type in what you want and then pick it up at the counter.”

                “Ah, you Americans love high tech”

                “Not really, it’s that they can’t afford to pay all their employees minimum wage.  The computer is cheaper than a real person so they go with the computer.  That’s why unions are fighting to limit the amount of self-checkout kiosks a place can have.”

                “Alright, so the greedy store owners can’t use the loophole anymore and start hiring people again.”
                “That’s not how economics works.  People get paid based on the value they generate.  If you don’t generate more than what they’re paying you, they’re not going to pay you.  You’ll be fired.”

                “But if they limit the self check-out, then what option do they have?”

                “Close shop.  Nobody wants to operate at a loss”

                “Oh, right, that is bad.  So you think minimum wage is a bad thing”

                “I know it is.”

                “Interesting”

                The meeting ended and Fanis said good bye to David and left with Kera.  Kera queried, “What do you want to do now?”

                “We should take it easy but then go to Maracas tomorrow”

                “What’s Maracas?”

                “A beautiful beach they have here.  The water is clean even for the Caribbean.  Absolutely gorgeous with clear sand.”

                “Sounds good to me.”

                The next day, they go to Maracas.  As it was hurricane season, the waves were big and not too many people were at the beach.  Fanis and Kera rented lounge chairs and sat on the beach ignoring the wind.  Every now and then, Fanis went into the water and Kera sometimes joined him.  As afternoon approached, Fanis uttered, “I’m going to get us some food” as he walked off

                “Okay, aren’t you going to ask what I want?” Kera yelled after him

                “No, this is Maracas, you need to try Bake N Shark”

                Kera rejoined, “They serve bacon with shark”

                “No, just try it, it’s good”

                “What the hell?  I’ll give it a shot” she voiced nonchalantly.

                Fanis got two Bake N Sharks and came back.  As he did, he saw a guy talking to Kera.  He rolled his eyes.  He should have known better than to leave an attractive girl alone on the beach.  He approached and declared loudly, “Hey Kera, I got lunch”

                The guy took the hint and backed up a little bit.  Kera took the food and gave him a look that made him know that she was glad he was back.  To Fanis’ surprise, the guy didn’t leave.  Instead, he commented, “You guys Democratic socialists?”

                Kera beamed and Fanis blurted out, “Nope”

                “What?  You don’t like Elizabeth Warren?  She’s a smart cookie.  That accountable capitalism seems like a good idea”

                “That is absolutely retarded and will destroy savings accounts and the American economy”

                “Shit man, tell me how you really feel.  It only affects the rich people”

                “No, it doesn’t.  Most of the money is in the middle class simply because there are more of them than anyone else.  There aren’t many billionaires”

                “But the billionaires own all the stock”

                “Also wrong, people over 55 own 73% of the value of domestically owned stocks”

                “That’s pretty big.  How do you figure?”

                “In America, people get pensions and 401 (k) plans and IRA’s.  There are various retirement savings accounts linked to stocks and bonds.  Since most people working have one of these, the combined value is very high.”

                “So where does Warren fit in?”

                “She wants to destroy it, which would destroy everyone’s retirement fund.”

                “Is that what she said?  She wants to destroy it?”

                “Pretty much.  She’s worth like 17 Million dollars or something.  She’s one the wealthiest politicians.  She wants to punish corporations that make more money than her so she wants companies accountable to the stake holders rather than stock holders.  She’s not stupid, she knows this will bankrupt the economy but in so doing, it will make government richer.  Since she is going to be the head of the government, she gets richer.”

                “Aren’t stake holders and stock holders the same thing?”

                “Now, yes, but under Warren’s plan, the stake holders will be government organizations.  The institutions that get the money will be decided by a government entity that she is going to make up.  It will probably be mostly environmental groups.  This is in addition to all the taxes she wants to impose.  Then, after the organizations the government agency forces them to give to, the retirees and stock holders get the scraps”

                “This is why you can’t have bitches in charge”

                Kera had a tattoo of the woman’s symbol on her thigh so Fanis knew that this was said to inflame Kera.  Kera screamed, “Hey!” but Fanis put a hand out saying he’d handle this.

                Fanis retorted, “No, just that bitch Warren.  Women are quite capable but no liberal or socialist, man or woman, should ever be in charge.  I know you’re trying to be an asshole but it takes a lot to offend me.”

                “Really?  How about this.  I’m going to make your girl there my bitch.  I love fucking feminist American mother cunts.”

                “You’re going to have to get through me first kid”

                “With pleasure, Americans are pussies.”

                With that, the man threw a punch, which Fanis easily dodged.  Kera scurried to her feet and was already packing up her things to run away.  As the man turned from his momentum, Fanis punched him in the kidneys.  To Fanis’ surprise, the man darted his leg back and connected with his sternum.  Fanis grabbed his chest and backed up.  This was a mistake because the man landed a blow across his face staggering him.  Fanis hurried forward and drove his shoulder into the guys’ midsection and tackled him to the ground.  He mounted him and punched down but the man moved his head and Fanis pounded the sand.  The man squirmed out from underneath him and faced Fanis on guard.  Kera had already made it up the beach and was trying to get a cab.  It was off season, so there weren’t many so she was talking to the vendors to try to find one.  The man faked with a left and Fanis brought his left arm to head grabbing the back of his head as his right hand was cocked in a fist by his chin.  He was preparing for what came next as the man came hard with his right but it grazed off Fanis’ elbow and missed his head completely.  Fanis wrapped his left arm around the man’s right and gripped under his arm pit.  Seeing as the man didn’t react by trying the left, Fanis used his left hand to jam his palm repeatedly into the man’s solar plexus.  He then stuck out his left leg behind the man’s legs and grabbed him by the throat with his left hand.  He forced his hand back and the man tripped over Fanis’ leg but didn’t go down because Fanis held him by the neck.  The man was bent back struggling for air not just from being choked but in the position he was in, he was being asphyxiated.  The man instinctively grabbed Fanis’ left wrist with both hands but he didn’t have the leverage to force Fanis’ hand off it.  All this did was expose his stomach and Fanis took his right and pounded down on it.  It didn’t take many blows for the man to stop struggling as he had no energy left.  At this point, Fanis simply let go with his left and the man collapsed onto the sand writhing in pain and grabbing his neck.  He took deep breaths trying to regain it as Fanis gathered his things.  Their time at Maracas was done

                Fanis joined Kera in the parking lot and she casually remarked, “The cab is on its way, should be her in like five minutes”

                “Nice”

                They took the cab back to the hotel not mentioning anything about the guy on the beach.   Fanis was a little sore from the blows he sustained but otherwise okay.  They both knew that the Caribbean didn’t have the same respect for women that America has.  The next day, they were back on the plane heading back to London.  Fanis cried out, “Yes, John Bolton was fired”

                “I hear he resigned” said Kera

                “Doesn’t matter, he’s out.  It’s always confusing on which one it is.  If you try to fire someone they yell back, ‘you didn’t fire me, I quit’ or someone tries to resign and you get pissed so you fire them.  Bottom line is, he’s gone”

                “What do you have against Bolton?”

                “He’s of the Bush mentality that American needs to police the world.  Trump is America first and doesn’t believe we should constantly be fighting other people’s battles”

                “You supported Bush”

                “I did in Iraq because we caused the problem.  It was his father that armed Saddam Hussein with chemical weapons that he used on his own people and the Kurds.  Bush Jr had to clean up his father’s mess.  That’s why I’m very consistent on this.  George H.W., who Bolton worked for, was wrong to arm Saddam.  That was America meddling when it shouldn’t be.  George W had to fix the problem.  That’s why I’m okay with George W but not with HW”

                “Well, I’m against both.  I wonder what was the straw the broke the camel’s back.  Those two ideological differences were always true.”

                “Oh, Bolton didn’t like that Trump cancelled a meeting with the Taliban.  He thinks we should negotiate with them.”

                “The embassy was bombed in Afghanistan today.”

                “See, you can’t reason with terrorists”

“Isn’t it American policy not to negotiate with terrorists?”

                “That’s what they say; it’s not what they do.  Well, the Bolton types”

                “Trump should have never even entertained the meeting.  There shouldn’t have even been a meeting to cancel”

                “That I agree with.”

                “You actually criticized Trump” she yelled out surprisingly

                “Yes, I do when he’s wrong.  He’s just not wrong often.”

                “So you say” she stated sardonically. 

                They arrived in London and went back to their flat.  Fanis realized that he never asked Kera if the deal was successful.  In the end, he realized that he didn’t actually care.  Kera did her job and he did his.  Other than that, there was no reason to inquire about things he didn’t even try to understand. 

 

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