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This post is in multiple parts all of which hark back to those little pesky Hong Kong rioters.

Part A

Hongkie Politics & the English Language

Nathan Road splits Tsimshatshui (TST 尖沙咀) on a north-south axis. Shopping there two summers ago Jian and I were on the west side of the axis. Day One we went going down Canton Road until the Hong Kong-China Ferry Terminal. Day Two we were at Canton again, turned east into Peking Road then to Hankow where dim sum for dinner can be had in restaurants with oversize round tables. That day, passing Chatham, we breakfasted at Robert Kuok’s Kowloon Shangri-la with its made-belief, imitative, high English society, where you are waited on by butlers, doormen and all manners of serfs — Chinese ones of course. They made her use a fork and knife and a bewildering assortment of silver cutlery, stamped with British emblems.

We never again went there, that east part of Nathan with its English street names, Humphrey, Salisbury, Kimberley, Cameron, Carnarvon and Hart. It’s isn’t because Jian was intimidated by the ‘upper class’ settings of Chatham and Salisbury; she is never intimidated by anything. (She once had fist fight — and won — against a male train passenger who slighted my overseas Mandarin accent.)

She is just uncomfortable in its surroundings because class is anathema to the Chinese consciousness, both present and past, but that is everywhere in Hong Kong. By imitating the Kuok’s waiters and waitresses, I taught her Cantonese and this made her laugh and laugh and we were again happy. After which she blew HK$2,500 on cosmetics.

These day though the TST shops are quiet, except for the quack-quack chatter of Filipino English and by Singaporean Anglophiles, each infused in their own make-belief world that they are in high-class society.

Returning to Hong Kong this summer, Yvonne says she won’t be moving to Pennsylvania after all, even though she has used a considerable sum from the HK$7 million proceeds of the sale of an apartment for a townhouse near New York. “I love Hong Kong,” she declares. She had intended the property for her two sons, one still doing his master’s in Penn State. But the younger of the two has returned to study in Hong Kong. Probably she’d sell the NY townhouse: I looked over the deed title and sale and purchase agreement and translated it for her from the English. Yes, there’s an opt-out clause in which the property can be resold to the developer though she’d have to take a loss. She shrugged her shoulders. So I seized the opportunity to bad-mouth about America:

I don’t understand why it is you choose America. It is not their country, White people’s country. It is property White man seized after killing the natives. If America is not a true, original and genuine model society, what kind of a people are Hong Kong people hankering after? Your decision is correct. We’re Chinese, our standards are Chinese, our lives are in our own land, our country, not America. Your children’s future belong here, not in White racist America that’s soaked in the blood of other people.

She said nothing and finished her ramen noodles. When she paid I didn’t stop her; and she knew why. “Thanks for coming by,” she said. “I should have studied English.”

“Trust me, you missed nothing. Really, without English, you’re free — freed from White people. Hong Kong people have been brain-washed to believe that anything written in English is superior. You are wrong. An English word, any word, teaches you nothing because it stands for nothing.

In Chinese, the character ren 人 stands for an upright person standing on two legs split from the torso down. What does the word ‘man’ or ‘person’ stand for other than there are just letters cobbled together?

In Tractatus Logicus-Philosophicus, a deliberately-made grand title, for a simple pictorial language concept: “Whereof one cannot speak, thereof one must be silent.” Its Austrian (then Prussian) author Ludwig Wittgenstein reached this conclusion after a book-length examination into the nature, the philosophy and uses of language. Restated, the concept means this: when a word or phrase is uttered, that is either true or false, real or fiction, evidential fact or made up, as a tree or a stone is either fact or nonsense.

Stories or claims or accusations never exist as two sides — this idea that there are always two-sides-to-a story is a piece of post-modern language claptrap invented by media propagandists. Truth has only one side.

Take this mouthful statement  that, for the purpose of clarity, is broken into the following clauses:

  1. “Beijing’s rebuff of Lam’s proposal for how to resolve the crisis, …
  2. detailed for the first time by Reuters, …
  3. represents concrete evidence of the extent to which China is controlling the Hong Kong government’s response to the unrest.”

All three are false. One (1) assumes “rebuff”, whatever that is, on yet another assumption that crisis resolution have differences of approaches; two (2), if something — a proposal, in this case — already exists, it cannot further exist, or post-exist, not especially in “detail” and certainly not as a copy; (3) three assumes the unreal: there is no one-country existing but only two systems of rule.

See the stupidity of the White people of Reuters? And the deliberately designed propaganda?

Or, take a simple example from your mobile Google map. You want direction going from Point A to B. After a search, Google responds. It shows the route: follow for six minutes along a road to the bus stop, where you take Bus No. 21, and get off seven minutes later after five stops then walk about 150 meters. The journey is true but the instructions are false. When following the directions by a local friend, you cross a pedestrian bridge over a highway interchange that takes you to Bus 21 stop in two minutes. Six stops later take you only 50 meters to your destination. Google is false not in its directions but in its efficacy and speed which is after all the point of having GPS on your mobile.

Hair dyed blond, false eye lashes, the young girl in summer hotpants was nodding off in her bus seat. She finally slept. Somehow she reminds me of Jian. Hair over her cheeks, her face drooped forward but drops no further as she hugs her bag close to her chest. Rioting is a hard life.

I think of home — of her! — and of Li Shangyin (circa 813-858) writing poems to lotuses leaning on each other in yearning. But, there is one place I must go, the Chinese Club 華商會所 (est. 1897) on Connaught Road.


Part B

On Freedom

Imagine yourself alone on an island. In that circumstance your freedom is absolute and total. Now, add a second person. Your freedom is immediately cut by half: ownership of the island, your freedom to roam, the island economy, the fruits of the land, the beaches you can swim in. Add a third then a fourth person.

That original island freedom that is impinged by the second, third, fourth person and so on is encapsulated in Sartre’s famous existential phrase, Hell is other people. But this western culture of freedom that is derived from dichotomous opposites is, in Chinese existential philosophy, total garbage. Why should a second person impinge on the first? Why shouldn’t the second be an aid to the freedom of the first and vice-versa.

Laws, are by its western conception and its nature, anti-freedom. Hence when Canada’s Justin Trudeau speaks of western countries as sticklers for the rule of law, he wasn’t only been contradictory, he was also — like so many White people are — being stupid.

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Part C

哇哈哈哈 中港斷交日

Chan Yee is Clever!

Chan Yee is good, very, very good. Indeed superior in intellect to 10,000 Reuters and Malaysiakini editors stacked up.

For Anglophile readers (who don’t know Chinese), the main point in her presentation is this: There is not one person, Anglophile or Chinese, who are indigenous to Hong Kong. Over the past decades (and 150 years back), the parents of today’s rioting kids crossed over from Guangdong province.

If the coup plotters and rioters succeed with their demand for a complete break with the China mainland, then

  •  they would have to expel their parents and grandparents back to Guangdong,
  •  they would have to stop drinking Chinese water, or eat Chinese cabbages and pork, (inflation would tripled and quadruple overnight),
  •  they can’t riot on weekdays and visit Shenzhen on weekends, looking for girlfriends and cheap prostitutes, (remember the British consulate staffer Simon Cheng and one of the main plotters Albert Ho?)

Protest by all means, Chan adds, but these are rioters with the mentality and the maturity of kids.

Here is a further example of their stupidity. When the rioters organized a city-wide strike, she said, they got next to zero support. Shops closed only because rioters stopped the metro and buses from running.

“How is one-day stoppage considered a strike? Those kids have no idea what is a strike!”

The riots have been good for Hong Kong, she also said. Like a typhoon that cleared the forest of deadwood, the riots exposed the weak and the stupid, and the Anglo motherfuckers in our midst and how they came into being. (This point is excellent.)

For more evidences to her case in point, see this Reuters/Malaysiakini report selling Anglophile propaganda: if you can’t see the contradictions, the lies and the propaganda you should throw yourself out of a 10-story window.

There is another single English word to characterize the rioters: hypocrites.

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Part D

Because of the media propaganda from Reuters, BBC, CNN, and their Mkini Anglophile underlings, it is easy to forget that, even in the most exaggerated marches and the most violent riots, 86 in 100 don’t care for the demands of the Anglophile insurrection. Here are the most recent photos to demonstrate the point:

Above, while in Kwun Tong rioters threw petrol bombs and bricks, attacked the local police station, blocked roads and threatened the Metro staff, a street opera is in session for the Month of the Spirits (erroneously labelled ‘ghost month’ by the Anglophile media). Below, the Metro was as usual crowded. The written announcement on the platform screen says that all stations from Choi Hung onwards to Tiu Keng Leng have been temporarily suspended because of — and get a load of this understatement — a ‘public event’.

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The Incompetent Police

Same night, same protests, same protestors, same agenda: Bible in one hand, dagger in the other, the Church’s involvement is everywhere (above, and also see personal photo further below): while one group sings ‘hallelujah to Jesus’, the other says, kill the cops — and anyone standing in between.

BBC’s Peaceful, Christian, Anglicized Pro-Democrats

At will, they rule the streets, seize government buildings, roads, trains, taxis, airport, attacked dozens of police stations, and now they ransack and loot private-owned shops. And they is nobody to stop them… Nobody!

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Coup plotters are paying HK$800 a day to kids to riot, and that (the above) is the result. By any world standard, the police, it must be said, was extraordinarily nice to her: letting her keep her identity hidden, allowed her the use of her cell phone, and even said to her, “please, we are arresting you.”


Part E

Above, friends in the Mainland take a day-long summer trip then urging me to ‘come home’:

Police caution in my mobile phone, warning me about a ‘large public event’.

警方呼籲

今天下午,港島維園有大型公眾活動,請留意各媒體的最新消息,以及警方社交媒體。

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Friends in Mainland, expressing concern for my welfare over WeChat. Samples:

来大陆避一下风头大叔

香港现在很乱,大叔你要多注意安全。

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That had come after I sent them the following (below), a dozen rioters who had surrounded me and demanded for my cell phone after I had taken pictures of them with their cast iron pipes that were pilfered from a nearby construction site. I replied (in Chinese): “You want my cell phone? Take it from my dead body.

When push comes to the shove, they are, like Annie Cunt of the Valley, just a lot of bark. Kids….

Here is a Catholic priest helping to direct rioters who were attacking a police station.

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Part F

Watch the clips below closely, the first from about 2,500 years ago during the Warring States era and the other on riot control practice in Shenzhen. Note the similarities: big numbers, shield and baton (in place of the spear) and frontal attack.

Anglophiles ain’t seen nothing yet; and American riot control would pale in comparison because there is only one chance, just one, to live or die: numbers against number, batons against bricks, attacks against attacks.

Bitch all you want in front of BBC cameras, Anglophiles. See if we care. We Chinese didn’t come this far, after 5,000 years, to be challenged by a bunch of Anglophile wimps.

It’s your death or ours!

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For four thousand years, nothing could match the Chinese military.

The Qin Army

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The Tortoise Formation:

Battle of Red Cliff

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The Taiping Rebellion

Hongkie Anglophiles weren’t the first voodoo Christians to rebel against China.

…and they won’t be the first to die!

The soul of China, of the Chinese, is greater than the GDP of Hong Kong.

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Part G

Love in the Motherland

LOTUSES LEAN ON EACH OTHER IN YEARNING

Summer heat in Hong Kong is oppressive. Good thing autumn is near…

秋天來了
落葉黃了
現在的你和她
還好嗎
是否會想起我
是否開心哪
我愛的你
卻一直愛著她
夜深人靜啦
風也哭啦
我的心痛
你知道嗎
如何能不想你
如何忘記呀
讓我默默的
為你祝福吧
愛情啊傷人哪
怎能輕易
去碰它
愛情啊算了吧
何必苦苦守侯
那份牽掛

I think I will take the high-speed rail from Kowloon rather than fly…

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When Will I Be Home?

by Li Shangyin (above)

When will I be home? I don’t know.
In the mountains, in the rainy night,
The autumn lake is flooded.
Someday we will be back together again.
We will sit in the candlelight by the west window,
And I will tell you how I remembered you
Tonight on the stormy mountain.

Then when we meet, we can love again…

We’ll sit …by the west window  / I’ll tell you how I remembered you…

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