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KLB Jungle Warrior Party

Who: Aspiring Party Warriors
What: The KLB Jungle Warrior Party
Where: Paradis Island, just offshore from Hotel Paradis in Gisenyi
When The evening of 30 January
How: A Party Bus with room for 20 people and their luggage has been chartered by the KLB Crew at a price of RWF 4,000 per person. It will depart from UTC at 11 AM. Please RSVP so alternative arrangements can be made should more than twenty avail themselves of the Party Bus. Those traveling separately can rendezvous with the party at Hotel Paradis in the evening. Boats to and from Paradis Island will be running through the night.

People of Rwanda:

The time for action again arrives, for the KLB Crew has devised another crucible in which party warriors are to be forged. On Saturday 30 January, a busload of raw recruits will depart for Gisenyi. There they will transfer to a marine transport vessel, which will carry them to Paradis Island about a klick offshore from the hotel of the same name. During the night they will negotiate a series of tests designed to reveal their mettle and might. These will include:

  • Nocturnal Aquatic Tube Drills
  • Sand Navigation
  • Intensive Star Gazing
  • Methane Pocket Avoidance
  • Fire stoking
  • Pirate Raids Against Bralirwa

After these and other tests have been successfully completed, a ceremony will be held in which recruits shall receive the Mark of the Party Warrior on the body part of their choice. Those happy few will be transported back to the mainland, where they may continue partying at the onshore venue. After their spirit is fulfilled, they may book alternative accommodations on the mainland. Transport back to Kigali is the prerogative of the Party Warrior.

Yours feverishly,

The KLB Crew

Addendum: After this email was sent out, we were informed by the hotel owner that the Rwanda marines had put the kibosh on the celebration. Too close to the still conflict-prone DRC. Thus, the party will take place on a beach nearby. Oh well.

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Ladies, Gentlemen,

The same great people who brought you MotoPolo and the Kigali Lights Blowout are pleased to announce:

  • What: The “Let Freedom Ring BBQ Bash,” preceded by the Patriot’s MotoPolo Tourney (PMPT). Meats shall be in abundance at the BBQ, but guests are encouraged to bring any traditional side dishes (potato salad, chips, dip, etc.).
  • Where: The PMPT will be held at the football pitch just past the airport on the left. The BBQ will be held at the VIP Palace of Sam and Jared, which is on the road behind La Guardienne in Kiyovu.
  • When: PMPT starts at 12:00 PM sharp. BBQ shall begin 4 hours thereafter, at 4:00 PM.
  • Who: Sons of Liberty, Daughters of the Revolution
  • How: Blood, Toil, Tears, Sweat.

The 4th of July is a day of remembrance for those who proved the full measure of their devotion in that severe contest between liberty and tyranny. As per usual, we will commemorate by clashing in competition and consuming copious quantities of fire-roasted meat.

At high noon, the reverberations from thundering engines will be felt all across Kigali as soldiers mount up to do battle in the most epic motopolo tourney mankind as ever conceived. Four teams of four shall take the field as the sun reaches its zenith; three teams shall follow it down in disgrace as the afternoon progresses. Who will bask victorious in the golden hour no man can know. Blood may be spilled. Lives may be lost. Glory will be tasted. Fame will be secured. Freedom will be won.

Some commentators have hailed the upcoming PMPT as the “sporting event of the decade.” Scholars maintain that nowhere in the vast annals of human history can one find a commemoration comparable for its encapsulation of the sort of noble conflict every quest for liberty possesses. In a news flash just yesterday, Reuters reported that Kim Jong-il has lamented: “The Patriot’s MotoPolo Tourney represents a clear and present danger to my authoritarian regime and the iron fist with which I hold down my people. The only thing more threatening to my relentless oppression is the Let Freedom Ring BBQ Bash taking place after the tournament at about 4 PM, where throngs of freedom-loving people will feast on a giant suckled pig.”

So do join us in the fight against terror at the Let Freedom Ring BBQ Bash this coming Saturday (and the tournament if you can make it).

Come and be greeted as liberators.

Yours in freedom,

The Power Brokers of Kigali

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Readers may have noticed a decrease in the frequency of posting in recent weeks and perhaps a more melancholic timbre to my writing. Sadly, this has been no coincidence and is reflective of a decreased enthusiasm on my part to continue this blog.  For whatever reason, it’s become increasingly difficult to summon the will to write and so I’ve made the decision to end it now on a relatively high note rather than experience a painful petering out.

Further details here.

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R-Squared = 1

I’m back from PA, and economic nationalism is back from the dead.

More than coincidence or spurious correlation? You decide.

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Late on New Year’s Eve, I brashly decided to drive to Charlotte, NC to attend a party. After the 1.5 hour commute, I arrived moments before midnight only to be greeted by a friend and the somber warning that cats –to which I am allergic—lurked within. Indeed, the friend himself was sitting on the porch with a slight wheeze, and had plans to leave shortly after the ball dropped.

‘But I’ve come all this way,’ I thought. ‘Surely I can’t just leave. That would make the entire trip a waste!’

I knew better than to accept this logic, but on New Year’s the mellifluous deluge of delusion exceeds even champagne’s rich flow.

The reasoning I espoused was shoddy because I committed the sunk cost fallacy. Once I arrived in Charlotte, I had already incurred the cost of the round trip (the cost of the trip back was unavoidable). These costs could not be recovered, so they should not have factored in decisions about the future. My decision to stay should therefore have been based purely on the value to me of going to the feline-filled party—as if I had been magically transported to it in the blink of an eye–and contrasting that value with the alternatives.

This fallacy is often committed when dating. The longer a couple has been together, the more they see the resources they’ve invested in the relationship as justification that it should continue. A better heuristic would be to evaluate the relationship as if those investments had never been made.

The sunk cost fallacy also emerges occasionally in policy about the Iraq War. The idea that trillions of dollars and thousands of lives will have been wasted lends the arguments against leaving a persuasive pathos, but those dollars and lives are gone, never to return. Good arguments for staying there may be, but past costs cannot be a premise. The real question is whether additional offerings of blood, toil, tears and sweat will bring commensurate benefit.

In the case of the New Year’s party, I stayed, and the cats’ dander and fluff proved largely avoidable.

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If you didn’t think I could express myself though the majesty of dance–and pull off a split to boot–then think again buster. Me and my Elvish friends can throw down (click the picture to revel in our glory):

My, what a dashing elf I make!

Sent to me by an ol’ PPPler friend.

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Pilgrim’s Progress

I’m off to Mobile, Alabama to visit my paternal grandparents and other sundry relatives, whom I haven’t seen in several years.

While I’m gone, and if you are celebrating Thanksgiving tomorrow, do cast a fair thought my way whenever someone utters one of those treasured holiday clichés, like:

“This sweet potato casserole is so sweet, it should be for dessert!”

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