@dolphin
Well don’t talk about it, just do it.
The last entries from you and P99 and this tread and GoKunming feedback and Best Pizza in Kunming proof again that both of you really have nothing to contribute.
(PS: the last post he just hid was something like: Peter you are nearly at 5000 posts. Ha ha ha)

Peter99 wrote: "If russia attacked usa now, bet usa would fall on day two because the modern men didnt get yoghurt for breakfast."

That is an understandable misconception common among foreign consumers of American media such as Big Bang Theory. But the US military is disproportionately made up of rough and tumble Scotch-Irish from Appalachia and the Ozarks. A very different breed from the Chobani sippers of Santa Barbara that you probably have in mind.

As we all know P99 lives by the gospel of Alan Jones and get his news from Breitbart. He therefore thinks the US Army consists entirely of transgenders and the like.

Related to my last post (and as as long as I'm being didactic): For anybody interested in better understanding the origins of some central aspects of American national character and culture, I recommend reading "Albion's Seed: Four British Folkways in America" by David Hackett Fischer.

Excuse the following train derailing long post. But Peter's "modern men" diatribe reminded me of the one & only George Carlin (RIP), and his classic Modern Man rap:

"I am a modern man,
A man for the millennium,
Digital and smoke free.

A diversified, multi-cultural,
Post-modern deconstructionist;
Politically, anatomically and ecologically incorrect.

I’ve been uplinked and downloaded,
I’ve been inputted and outsourced.
I know the upside of downsizing,
I know the downside of upgrading.

I’m a high-tech low-life.
A cutting edge, state-of-the-art,
Bi-coastal multi-tasker,
And I can give you a gigabyte in a nanosecond.

I’m new-wave, but I’m old school;
And my inner child is outward bound.

I’m a hot-wired, heat seeking,
Warm-hearted cool customer;
Voice activated and bio-degradable.

I interface with my database;
My database is in cyberspace;
So I’m interactive, I’m hyperactive,
And from time to time I’m radioactive.

Behind the eight ball, ahead of the curve,
Ridin' the wave, dodgin' the bullet
Pushin' the envelope.

I’m on point, on task, on message,
And off drugs.

I’ve got no need for coke and speed;
I've got no urge to binge and purge.

I’m in the moment, on the edge,
Over the top, but under the radar.

A high-concept, low-profile,
Medium-range ballistic missionary.

A street-wise smart bomb.
A top-gun bottom-feeder.

I wear power ties, I tell power lies,
I take power naps, I run victory laps.

I’m a totally ongoing, big-foot, slam-dunk,
Rainmaker with a pro-active outreach.

A raging workaholic, a working rageaholic;
Out of rehab and in denial.

I’ve got a personal trainer,
A personal shopper,
A personal assistant,
And a personal agenda.

You can’t shut me up;
You can’t dumb me down.

Cause I’m tireless and I’m wireless.
I’m an alpha-male on beta-blockers.

I’m a non-believer,
An over-achiever;
Laid-back and fashion-forward.
Up-front, down-home;
Low-rent, high-maintenance.

I'm super-sized, long-lasting,
High-definition, fast-acting,
Oven-ready and built to last.

A hands-on, footloose, knee-jerk head case;
Prematurely post-traumatic,
And I have a love child that sends me hate-mail.

But I’m feeling, I’m caring,
I’m healing, I’m sharing.
A supportive, bonding, nurturing
Primary care-giver.

My output is down, but my income is up.
I take a short position on the long bond,
And my revenue stream has its own cash flow.

I read junk mail, I eat junk food,
I buy junk bonds, and I watch trash sports.

I’m gender-specific, capital-intensive,
User-friendly and lactose-intolerant.

I like rough sex; I like tough love.
I use the f-word in my email.
And the software on my hard drive
Is hard-core -- no soft porn.

I bought a microwave at a mini-mall.
I bought a mini-van at a mega-store.
I eat fast food in the slow lane.

I’m toll-free, bite-sized, ready-to-wear,
And I come in all sizes.

A fully equipped, factory-authorized
Hospital-tested, clinically proven,
Scientifically formulated medical miracle.

I’ve been pre-washed, pre-cooked, pre-heated,
Pre-screened, pre-approved, pre-packaged,
Post-dated, freeze-dried, double-wrapped
And vacuum-packed.

And... I have an unlimited broadband capacity.

I’m a rude dude, but I’m the real deal.
Lean and mean.
Cocked, locked and ready to rock;
Rough, tough and hard to bluff.

I take it slow, I go with the flow;
I ride with the tide, I’ve got glide in my stride.

Drivin' and movin', sailin' and spinnin',
Jivin' and groovin', wailin' and winnin'.

I don’t snooze, so I don’t lose.
I keep the pedal to the metal
And the rubber on the road.
I party hearty and lunchtime is crunch time.

I’m hangin' in, there ain’t no doubt;
And I’m hangin' tough.
Over and out!"

Anyway, linking the story to Vietnam, Hanoi is a great place to grow thicker skin (for the modern man) . Yes, there are a few aircon megamalls now, with comfy chairs and boneless chicken, but its still a very noisy, crowded, and provokative place, with irritant but wonderful locals. If u take that train to Hekou, do consider Hanoi: one of the few great cities left, with a touch of genuine human destiny in the modern world. (Chiang Mai cant deliver that as it became fake.)

And btw, in Graham Greenes 'quiet american' , is the house of five hundred girls. Not fictional, it still existed in Hekou few years ago, one of the most surreal stuff to witness, in middle of market. Modern man would be shocked if its still there.