When traveling off to Afghanistan, Beirut, Burma, Croatia, Somalia, and places I have been employed in my extra curricular endeavors, I am often amazed to see the proliferation of stuff... Rococo, tchotchkes, shiny useless bobble heads, everything from taxidermy aardvarks and armadillos, Bamboo Back scratchers and bright beautiful beads beads to zebra saddles made in Zanzibar. These for the most part are things you do not need unless of course you are friends with Hayden Panettiere and would like to saddle up her zebra. The really good stuff is rare but cheap copies are being mass produced in China as I write this. You name it, they are making it in China.
Many years ago while undercover posing as aluminum siding salesman, Al Kaida, and secretly looking for the remains of Ben Laden after a daisy cutter run in the mountains outside of Kabul, I looked inside of a cave that was in a terrible state of disarray. There scattered all over the cave floor I saw all variety of junk. There was a vintage Kalashiakov model 47 with wooden stocks, an index finger hanging off the trigger. I pocketed the finger to have rubber copies made for novelties and tossed the place. There was a George Bush Bobble head doll, a slinky, and sitting next to a claymore anti-personnel mine was a little rubber Pokey doll... Made in China.
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