Thursday, October 17, 2019

BRING ON THE LIONS!

Whores and bros on teevee. Well, not actually whores, but definitely women you wouldn't want your sister to be. And my apartment mate, a very sweet and well-behaved Cantonese good-girl type, who wasn't yet born when I was already getting beaten up in grammar school and the boy scouts for being an American in Europe when most Europeans were outraged, outraged! by the Vietnam war, which is mentioned only to highlight that she is younger than me by a considerable margin, not because I still harbour resentment at those people for making my childhood dark, is drinking it up. Wide eyed.
And talking back to the tv set.

She really likes seeing white bitches act like trash on television.

I'll admit that it is entertaining.

And considerably more gripping than watching sports. Any damned sports. White bitches acting like trash amounts too good Christian combat.

Like a Roman spectator, you want these martyrs to bleed.


Nasty white bitches, baby.


“老友,你定唔會信呢班八婆嘅話!”


Cantonese people enjoy the delightful spectacle provided by other people's extreme behaviour. Because of which, it is highly likely that American reality television is watched like some kind of porn over in Guangzhou and Hong Kong, with videos avidly traded among the cognoscenti. "Dude, you wouldn't believe the language of these slags!" Here in the United States you often see white and black people being almost impossibly tacky, over there that's still a rarity. You probably have to go to an airport or designer goods store for that, any pretentious shop on Canton Road or Nathan Road.
Prada, Vuitton, Hermes, Gucci, Dior, .....

Sidestep the crazed shop-a-holic Filippinas, and head straight for the rabid white women. But keep a safe distance. They bite.


係好頂癮嘅!




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