What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas and what happens with those connected with Hong Kong racing ends up being talked about in Macau and its “famous” Irish Bar with the latest “mail de jour” being a horse having been set up for a win in New Zealand by a local racing personality- and how he and a few mates out here “cleaned up”.

And so what, Willis? If this happened, good for them. Where and what’s the problem?

The racing world has a few good men- and, except for Francesca Cumani, Jenny Chapman and Jo McKinnon and a handful more- too few women- but, sadly, made up of a coven of green-eyed monsters where factions and cliques exist comprising parochial-minded legends in their own lunchtime who congregate in bars, caves, la la land and on social media and feel a need to whinge and take cheap pot shots. It’s part of their DNA.

John Lennon once sang about Instant Karma- and how it’s gonna “get you.”

As always, he was right as bad karma can be a far worse shock to the system than dining on a bad instant lamb korma.

Jealousy is a disease- and the worse one’s condition becomes, the more stooped and gaunt those afflicted by it get, and end up looking and sounding like Steptoe whinging to ‘arold. Or become Scrooge.

Sure, we, too, are tired of fireworks displays at racecourses, but thousands of others are not. And majority rules, so deal with it.

Instead of trying to find what was wrong- at least to them- these green-eyed monsters should look at what an incredible super-successful event Wednesday’s Longines Hong Kong International Competition was- the cast of racing legends, the excitement amongst the crowds at the Beer Garden, Adrenaline, The Gallery etc plus all the positivity exuded after the event by Kerrin McEvoy, Zac Purton, Gary Stevens, Mike Smith, the boys from TABracing’s Big Breakfast who worked bloody hard for their money and were definitely not “media mooches and freeloaders” and everyone else who was there.

Does one really need to drink from a half-empty glass, sit, sulk and tweet Neanderthal negativity about disliking firework displays, golf carts and music without understanding the basics of marketing, Einstein?

Is this freedom of speech or bringing jealousy, bitchiness and unprofessionalism to a new low level of girlie man-type crippling frustration?

It’s truly cringeworthy to read angry tweets by grown men in racing who are in the throes of rampant jealousy and unable to move and be productive themselves due to constipated mindsets.

Everyone is a critic. Few, however, can fill up that blank page. Many can tweet the tweet, but produce nada in the way of bringing things meaningful to the sport.

This has, so far, been a great week for racing in Hong Kong, the HKJC, and racing, in general, with Wednesday night at Happy Valley being one happy racing carnival of sound, color and, well, fun.

Those of us associated with the sport in Hong Kong should be damned proud of what was achieved and not try to muddy and sully the waters.

And in these days of economic gloom and doom, gawd knows, we need fun in our lives- even on a race track.

It’s truly sad- and there is no better word for it- when those from hick towns overseas whom Hong Kong has gladly welcomed- and who are paid to promote the sport- end up being cowardly killjoys and unnecessarily petty critics by biting the very hand that feeds them stories with their addled and paranoid thinking.

They are the “Short People” Randy Newman sang and wrote about and must be miserable to be around- miserable about themselves, their lives, the cat, the dog, their jobs, there bosses, and, as someone mentioned, never having had hugs as a child.

Awww, possums, come to daddy.

Apart from Lennon’s words, when we come across this breed of human, we are also reminded of that great poet, Mr T and his almost Shakespearean-like line: Pity Da Fool.

Giddy Up, indeed- hopefully outta the bright lights, big city that is Hong Kong and back to Hicksville where hypocritical bogans like this belong.