It is now common knowledge how Gen. Thanshwe, Supreme Generalissimo of that tragic nation of Burma, has exploited all its national resources to enrich himself and spent billions on upgrading his Burma Army into the strongest armed force in all of Southeast Asia, which will make him  the undisputed Leader of that corner of Asia.

Than Shwe, Manmohan (man, ho-hum) Singh, and Hu  (who, who?) Jintao all meet and talk about how grand it would be to become the first 3 Asian rulers in space as a way of celebrating their new axis of power, the India-Burma-China theater, as in WW2, but now in a 21st century hegemony,  a Trishaw of Power, quite unlike the Soviet Troika, a unique teamwork of aging rulers, a gerontocracy triad.

They recall how an American millionaire became the first space tourist by offering the Russians some 20 million to take him up one of their spacecrafts.

So the three call up Sputum, er,   Putin, and offer 20 million apiece.  But Putin says they are a bunch of fat old guys and he needs to make larger space suits, especially for that fat ass (of) Thanshwe, and hence demands heftier fees.

Now, TS, flush with the promise of billions more from the new Arakan pipeline, (see the recent article about China pressing ahead with this project)   plus his arrogance stemming from his Singapore “Swiss” accounts in the billions, (remember reading about these DBS saving accounts recently)   grandly declares he will pay  30 million each for all three of them provided he gets to demand what he wants on the daily menu.

Well, Rasputin, oops, Putin, with the promise of a 90 million dollar deal quickly shakes hands on the deal and orders his space center to comply with whatever it is that  TS wants.

Eventually, the Soyuz (So a-Yoo’s, so crazy) rocket takes off and the 3 dictators are enjoying their jaunt in space.  it is mealtime and they break open their meal packets.

Hu selects a packet with some  brown powder, opens up the narrow plastic neck, inserts the specialized astronaut’s water pistol, and squeezes in some water to reconstitute the dehydrated meal.  Then he kneads it until it become what it was, Roast Pork. Then he carefully inserts the nozzle in his mouth and sucks it. He knows nothing must seep out into the cabin in the zero gravity or else it will float around.

Singh squirts some water into a packet of yellowish powder and rehydrates his meal which is Dal, or yellow beans with gravy.

He, too, enjoys his meal carefully, taking pains to ensure nothing spills out but directly goes into his mouth.

Thanshwe  brings out a packet of yellowish-brownish powder and the other two think maybe it is a combination of pork and beans….

but after inserting the water and kneading it, instead of carefully eating it, Thanshwe starts squirting it out  like the  crazy old fool which  he is…..

……truly an a-Yoo chee pann  (psychotic man having projectile diarrhea all over the place, squirting  and dribbling around stools )   In his case, specifically, an Ah Nar A-Yoo Chee Pann, a power-mad maniac , always brutally  displaying  raw, naked Power without regard to anyone, be it Sangha or Student, young or old, male or female, Burmese or non-Burmese Ethnic Nationalities……

…. the stinking stuff floats around the space cabin, messing up everyone and everything ….. it is reconstituted bull shit  that Putin  faithfully supplied according to Thanshwe’s specifications.  That damn Russian has defended TS at the UN and elsewhere and  he has sold TS  anything he wants, including a squadron of jet fighters, tanks,  and nuclear reactors, so why not a supply of  bull shit astronaut meal packets especially if he is paying 30 million?   Oblivious, Thanshwe apparently enjoys spreading BS, in this case, really a metaphor about brutal political and military Power.

Singh, of course, is a little upset, but as always, he repeats his mantra:

“India is a democratic nation but will not interfere in Burma’s internal affairs.

“India will not try to make Burma a democratic society like India although India is a democratic nation…..but will not intere in Burma’s internal affairs.

Hu, too, is upset with the BS, but as always, he also repeats his litany:

“China never interferes in the internal affairs of Burma. China never interferes in the internal affairs of Burma. China never intereferes….

So Thanshwe keeps reconstituting BS and squirting it around…..Hu and Singh valiantly put up with it, because they LOVE the Burmese Natural Gas that comes out of Thanshwe’s anus in the Arakan off-shore gas fields.  They are addicted to this gas although it smells evil…..

—–and the stuff keeps accumulating in the space cabin until some of it, wet and sticky, seeps into the electrical system, causing short-circuits, resulting in  a serious control malfunction!    This forces  the space station into a death dive towards Earth.  The friction on reentering the atmosphere heats up the space station.    Sputum franctically orders his men at the Baikonal space center to rectify the problem, but the rectum of Thanshwe is all  too powerful and  it is  to no avail.

Soon, the craft burns up in the atmosphere like a meteorite and destroys all the BS on board, not to mention the 3 dictators. (You can argue that Singh is not technically a dictator. I ‘m just using poetic/author’s license to call him as such on the basis of him consorting with Thanshwe.)

The Moral of this Filthy Sordid, Morbid Story is simply this:

Russia,  India and China are hereby warned. Again. That they are dealing with a crazy Burmese megalomaniac who will one day, soon,  bring them all  to shame, ruin, and destruction.  Good riddance to bad  nonsense!

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