什么，我担心？ What, Me Worry?

Kai-Fu Lee, until recently, a formal Google executive, before that, a former Microsoft executive and before that, a former Apple employee during the company’s “lost years”, heading up the R&D dividion that was responsible for The Newton and Plain Talk and several disastrous versions of Quick Time, is now trying to make a name for himself by claiming knowledge of the upcoming Apple tablet. What the fuck does he have to gain by being such a blabbermouth except to attract attention to himself? He’ll never get another easy executive job because he’ll be known as the guy who couldn’t keep his trap shut. Also, how the hell did he get such privileged information about Apple’s upcoming thing of beauty? He worked at China Google for four years and now heads up some start up VC firm. Hel-loooooooooooooo? Wake up, people !!! The whole circle jerk is developing a furious throbbing callous now, they want to believe, they’ll print anything dressed up as credible. Shit, I’ve seen the motherfucker, held it in my hands, played with it, took pictures of it, wept hot tears when it was taken from me. I know what I’m talking about. Christmas morning, I’m about to take pictures of a charming snowman in front of somebody’s house

can you hear us now muthafucka'?

when I’m jumped by four Verizon heavies, who confiscate my camera, find the card that has the photos of the tablet, and proceed to crush my poor Olympus to bits of metal, plastic and silicon. God, my arms are still sore from nearly having both ripped from their sockets. What’s happened to this guy? He should be under a road some where in Tibet by now, you think?

Here, here and here and dozens more are rewriting what this East-Asian Alfred E Neuman pudpuller posted on his crappy micro-blog which no one payed any attention until he got himself a great press agent, Slap-Yi La-Zar. Well, at least it is building interest in the iSlate, which should sell like hot chocolate after choir practise on a freezing Christmas morn.  Anyway, don’t believe everything you hear on the blogosphere. Caveat Emptor or as they say on Canal Street in my old stomping grounds of Manhattan, 你得到什么支付，笨蛋！

UPDATE: Thanks for keeping me out of the loop, Dear Leader. I have lost face.