Apeshit Planet

[New Taipei, 10/1/24]

On the way to the café on General Uprising, I passed a wiry young man loading half of a pig’s carcass onto his old, Chinese made motorbike. Since it looked heavy enough, I didn’t expect the other half, but that’s also hefted on. Almost together again, that pig was destined for two neighborhood butchers. Hovering above his remains, the pig’s soul could feel somewhat vindicated. I’m a whole pig, not half. The Vietnamese term for pornographic movies is pig films. So shamefully, its entire inside was exposed.

Last night at Linh Phương, I stared lovingly at a Cornish pasty and an Aussie beef pie. Without an oven, I can only moon. Though still hanging on, Linh Phương’s stocks of cheeses, spaghetti sauces, salami, prosciutto and olives have been much repleted. Devil’s fart has become rare. Soon, we’ll be reduced to sniffing discarded jars of Vegemite. Ham hocks will be fought over by Covid masked gangs brandishing Kalashnikovs and shoulder mounted nuclear tipped missiles. As you bend over to pick up half a walnut someone has spat out, a hummingbird sized drone will zap you with a thousand volts. Only government rationed food is allowed, dumbshit!

Looking up, I see Tank Top arriving, but without his chubby son. Addicted to video carnage, that kid can barely sleep, so will be up before 4:30. He routinely nods off in class. Months ago, I asked Tank Top if his boy could swim? There’s a 1938 cartoon of Porky and Pinky at a swimming hole.

After Covid “vaccines” were unleashed, videos surfaced of confused people walking around naked. These were far from pig movies. Even Muslim women became toddler or beastlike. Returning to Vietnam in 2022, I immediately heard stories of Viets baring all outside. Maybe it had nothing to do with Jewjabs, just humans snapping after being terrorized, locked down and stripped of income. There were also videos of stunned individuals spinning around with one arm straight out, then collapsing.

My bánh cuốn lady, Chi, felt pain on the left side of her chest three days after her second Astra Zeneca shot. It’s like a knot inside. Knowing she was in deep trouble, Chi resorted to ingesting lots of pineapple, coconut water and sugarcane juice. Sounds desperate, but Chi had no choice. More Western medicines were out of the question. For the last three years, she’s stayed away from watching anything depressing or stressful. Videos of gardening help, as does orchestral music, especially Russian, she told me. I’m not sure what Chi means, but it’s probably not Tchaikovsky, Shostakovich or even Stravinsky. Kneeling hurts her knees, so she can no longer do so in church. Worse, Chi’s mother had a stroke three months after her Astra Zeneca penetrations. The Covid vaccinated are permanently violated. Jewjewed media have lovingly christened this blight Long Covid.

At my homestay, the receptionist, Thảo, would wear a mask while sitting alone at the counter. There’s no one in sight. When a rare guest shows up, she removes her mask. At Cóc Cóc Coffee, one barista, Nga, bares her bright face for hours when it’s busy. Around 11:30, she can relax while masked. No one is near. So considerate, Covid voluntarily disappears when folks are eating, drinking or checking into hotels.

Even when this terror campaign was still strident and brutal, airline passengers were allowed to unmask for meals! “Please put your mask back on,” I would be told by a masked attendant after I had finished my little tray, with my elbows just inches from other paying inmates. Mindful of economy class economics, Covid also eased up on social distancing strictures. Only Nazis bitch about a pandemic that’s so flexible and humane.

Since the 9/11 false flag, flyers must obey many absurd rules. These waste time and resources while enriching well connected companies. Insidiously, citizens are conditioned to abjectly submit. Petty functionaries are trained to be irrationally abusive, even if the confiscation of a baby’s bottled formula, a woman’s skin lotion or a man’s uncorked bottle of wine is done most coolly. It’s just bureaucratic thuggishness as dictated by the very people responsible for 9/11. Told to raise my hands high, my beltless pants fell down at Saigon’s airport. At least I had remembered to put on underwear.

Anyone paying attention must notice all these news stories of people going apeshit. With the entire world psychologically and physically abused, this spreading madness is programmed. The most despised are butchered pornographically as the glib, insensate or Satanic enjoy “the fireworks.”

Fox News on 9/12/24, “California man choked, attacked Frontier Airlines flight attendants after weekend at Disneyland.” Shortly after takeoff, 30-year-old Charles Angel Salva “appeared claustrophobic and seemed like he wanted to get off the plane,” according to a fellow passenger. Grabbing an oxygen mask, Salva “had his hand stuck.” As flight attendants rushed over, Salva screamed, “We are all going to hell” and, “This airplane is going down!” His obscenities aren’t published. Salva then choked and bit one, leaving “two small marks.” He bruised another with six kicks to her leg. In custody, Salva admitted to have taken ecstasy. Even angels need drugs to endure Disneyland withdrawals, flights home, McJobs, strip malls, election seasons, corporate news, doctored statistics, whorish doctors and lying fact checks. Salva in Italian means safe, out of danger, saved or secure, by the way. Salve is a greeting meaning, “Be well!”

On 9/26/24, a Philly woman caused eight thousand dollars of damage after being pissed with her Crown Chickens order. WPVI, “At one point, video showed the woman climbing up onto the counter before going on a rampage.” It’s not unusual. “The Action News Data Journalism Team reports 785 cases of vandalism and 746 assaults at retail stores and restaurants so far this year in the city.” Philadelphians interviewed cite stress or craving for Internet fame as possible factors.

Daily Mail on 10/3/24, “A 33-year-old Chinese national on a student visa has been identified as the man suspected of pouring hot coffee on a baby at a park—as police reveal the child will have injuries for life due to the horrific attack.

“Nine-month-old Luka was on a picnic with his mother in Hanlon Park, in inner south east Brisbane, when the man approached them at about midday on August 27, poured the thermos of scalding coffee over the toddler and fled.

“The baby suffered life-threatening burns to his face, upper body and arms and has undergone four operations in Queensland Children’s Hospital.”

The Aussie government is complicit in this horrific case. It neither broadcast a description nor photo of the assailant. Worse, it allowed him to flee back to China.

New York Post on 10/14/24, “Wild video shows a Frontier Airlines passenger bizarrely claiming to be a ‘sovereign ruler’ and ‘president of this whole goddamn country’ in a meltdown over the pilot refusing to turn back to let her get her phone from the airport.”

There are so many more. Some will accuse me of sniffing out the most freakish stories so I can go apeshit. If that’s true, I’ve filled my quota for today.

Yesterday, my friend Matthew Rossman commented, “The natural setting of Vung Tau is not extensive, but after 11 years living in Saigon it is like paradise for me.”

Though Vung Tau has the TikTok addicted or insanely masked, most folks here are still grounded and enjoy mingling, so it is, like Matthew said, paradisal enough.

Noticing ants scrambling yesterday, Chi said, “It will rain hard.” There are four types here, tall legged, fire, stinky and clawed. Kiến cao cẳng, kiến lửa, kiến hôi, kiến càng. I also overheard a man say, “Farm raised honey tastes different from wild harvested.”

I said to Chi, “Butterflies have disappeared. I have not seen one in Vung Tau.”

As Chi grinned, her husband chimed in, “The only ones around weigh a hundred pounds.”

The still sane aren’t overly serious. Butterfly, bướm, is a slang meaning vagina. Keep in mind they’re pious Catholics who never curse.

Since it’s almost bánh cuốn time, I must wade now into something like paradise.

[New Taipei, 9/29/24]

[New Taipei, 10/1/24]

[Cape Town, 8/16/21]

[on plane from Sydney to Saigon, 6/26/24]