I think I know why enjoy hearing about China's catastrophic degradation so much...

Ever since I can remember, every single person I've run into in my gay liberal state, has automatically regurgitated the notion of China's superiority at any and every opportunity when it's brought up.

Every boomer family member, teacher, work acquaintance, and about half my IRL friends just immediately start quoting Confucianisms the second China is brought up in any comparative capacity.

"They're playing a chess game for the long term. Not like us."

"They have a sonic gun that sink American warships and disable our bowel control from 9000 miles away."

"If we go to war with China we're toootallly fucked."

It's the same as when in school, every kid was programmed to say "Well communism's the best system, if you do it right."

"And why is that?"

"Iunno just something I heard."

Yeah? Well how about HEARING something about the miracle of the American pigdog capitalist war machine for a change? We've all been paying for it since we were born, so how about you take a little pride? You're Americans. That means everyone else is SHIT because freedom or something. Being contrarian isn't being smart or thoughtful.

The terrors we unleash do a pretty goddamn good job of annihilating colored disagreers in a pinch, ya know. Give some credit where it's fucking due instead of this faggoty reflexive traitor response.

Their pensiveness should be saved for the inevitable creeping tendency for a government to turn inward on its citizens. Not for pointlessly willing the failure of our incredible outward murder generator.

BTW: Chinese actually do eat dogs. At restaurants, which advertise dog-eating.

Dressed up one of my urban girliechars like a rural type.

I read pretty far into Invincible. It goes on for a while and I never finished it. (Lost interest after Eve got fat.)

I'm tempted to re-read just to see if my instinct about spotting the dull "added storylines" is on point.

I kept having all these premonition-like flashes, "Hey! this is several times more retarded and gay than it should be!" like my soul was telling me the precise moments where some faggot hipster had his fingers prying open the butthole of the production, shoveling in their unedited thoughts.

I believe the preternatural senses granted me by my perfect nazi superman genetics are reacting specifically to the corrupted, ersatz parts of this product.

I wouldn't call the comic perfection or anything, but it had limits to its retarded gayness, because it was written in the Beforetime. A time when good editors would punch you in the throat for letting cringe poofery disrupt general readability.

Those editors I believe have been cast into the void, since.

All I do anymore is work and listen to news about China. I don't even like China. But reports of their mounting despair fills me with supernatural confidence and drive.

A Chinaman was rude to me once.

Digital Clown