What is the truest definition of Globalization?
Answer: Princess Diana’s death.
Question: How come?
Answer: An English princess with an Egyptian boyfriend crashes in a French
tunnel, driving a German car with Dutch engine, driven by a Belgian who was
drunk on Scottish whiskey, followed closely by Italian Paparazzi, on Japanese
motorcycles, treated by an American doctor, using Brazilian medicines! And this
is sent to you by a Canadian, using Bill Gates’ technology and you are probably
reading this on one of the IBM clones that use Taiwanese-made chips, and
Korean-made monitors, assembled by Bangladeshi workers in a Singapore plant,
transported by lorries driven by Indians, hijacked by Indonesians, unloaded by
Sicilian longshoremen, trucked by Mexican illegal aliens, and finally sold to
you. That, my friend, is Globalization.