Paul Stephens, who edits the weekly e-mail newsletter for the Green Party in Montana, sends along this item:

Question: 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 a 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 Norwegian, using Bill Gates' technology, and you're probably reading this on one of the IBM clones that use Taiwanese-made chips, and a Korean-made monitor, assembled by Bangladeshi workers in a Singapore plant, transported by lorries driven by Indians, hijacked by Indonesians, unloaded by Sicilian longshoremen, trucked by Mexican illegals, and finally sold to you.

That, my friend, is Globalization!