Bunker Entertainment

[Vung Tau, 5/31/26]

In quick succession, Trump posted three images of an idyllic America. There are boys playing baseball on a suburban street, without fear of cars or intruders. Laughing girls run through a fairground, with food stands and merry go rounds in the background. A firetruck leads a marching band past flag waving citizens. Most tellingly, everyone is white. Adults wear straw hats, no one is tattooed or nose ringed, and the firetruck dates back a century. Trump captions these fantasies in bold, “AMERICA IS BACK!” Jews couldn’t have picked a better white man to oversee the financial, intellectual and moral bankruptcy of the USA, for no one has more chutzpah and less shame. Most delicious is the masochism of his kicked and spat on admirers, of which there are still millions. These include, unbelievably, black, brown and yellow ones. As Jews and Trump bombed Iranian civilians, Iranian-Americans danced on American streets. Cubans are starved without protest from Cuban-Americans.

Here in Vũng Tàu, I still see Trump hats on yellow heads. USA worship shows up in all sorts of ways. Sitting at Indochine this predawn, I heard English inserted into a Vietnamese song, “Dancing in the dark, dark, dark!” It’s too appropriate. Another Viet tune had, “I’ll never let you go.” A third, “Baby ơi!” They snatch the foreign while neglecting their birthrights. An Indochine sign had “phản ảnh,” reflect, when “phản hồi,” feedback, was meant. Orientals define “civilized” as being lit by words, 文明. We’re being dunk into darkness at astonishing speed.

Two women shared a table in silence for the half an hour I sat at Indochine. One stared stone faced at some Chinese drama with only one Vietnamese voice for all characters. At Ten soon after, I was then served by a black masked woman with “BREWERS” in red on her gray shirt. She was protecting herself against life in general, not any virus. Just being alive has become too anxiety ridden. Of course, she had never heard of Milwaukee.

Newspapers worldwide are finally asking, “Is the internet affecting birthrates?” You only need horse sense to know if you stroke yourself nonstop to virtual lovers, you won’t have to worry about post coital alienation or splitting the bill at Dairy Queen, Frankenburrito or Chigga Chop Suey.

Of five itinerant sellers of lottery tickets who dropped into Ten, two seemed dismal. It’s hell soliciting nonstop to earn just enough to eat. After a stop back home for a bite of cheese and several drags of Aztec tobacco, I then trekked towards Thanh Trúc, where, for only the second time in nearly eight years, I witnessed a child under seven-years-old selling lottery tickets. Such sights were common 25 years ago.

My pointing out an increase in Vietnamese itinerant sellers of lottery tickets triggered sneering laughter from a Vietnamese-American, Thịnh Trần, though he had to hide behind three fake names. Enabling such cowardly hostility, the internet serves our rulers. They trumpet “AMERICA IS BACK” and promise us a future free from work, cancers, blindness or even loneliness, thanks to lusty robots who will suck your dick or lick your pussy, say, within seconds of any cue, an audible yawn, exasperated sigh or knitting of brows. Plus, they’ll endure all your abuses without complaints, so why would anyone want a human lover or spouse?

Promising us so much, they’re still bugging out, for some reason. Mark Zuckerberg’s $270 million Ko’ola compound, a fortress, really, has a 5,000-square-foot underground bunker. Being in remote Kauai, Hawaii’s fourth biggest island, isn’t enough to reassure this super nerd. His Meta has just fired 8,000 people, with thousands more on the chopping block. Having lost his goofy bet on dorky JD Vance, Peter Thiel has just moved to Javier Milei[kowsky]’s Argentina. Last year, Trump tossed $20 billion of US tax money to Mileikowsky. Instead of asking, “Who gave Trump that authority?” you must conclude, “Having raped so many Christian girls as dished up by Jews, this greatest of white men had no choice!” Netanyahu’s real last name is Mileikowsky. Trump’s puckering lips are tailor made, down to the millimeter, for Bibi. Jews have also been caught setting fires to Argentinian forests. To move in, they need to clear lands and cheapen real estate prices.

Nearly concurrent with those “AMERICA IS BACK!” posts was an image of a 70-foot-tall trash can, with a black garbage bag, entitled “The Obama Presidential Library.” After two hours, this inanity racked up 10,000 likes! Diehards can’t get enough of their hero’s self-aggrandizing or childishly insulting posts. Today, he keeps pairing himself with George Washington, that outstanding general, statesman and visionary. Let them eat AI generated bullshit.

Meanwhile in Vietnam, food prices have barely inched up, so today’s haul of roasted pork, a cucumber, a mess of cilantro, two cayenne peppers and a bánh chưng set me back only $6.84. The pork will last four meals. Though baked in, crop shortfalls will only show up, most brutally, no later than late summer.

What’s up with these recent chemical tank explosions in Washington, California and Illinois? Maybe it’s just aging infrastructure or human mistakes, as caused by minds fogged up by cellphones or Jewjabs? A month ago, a disgruntled employee did burn down a California warehouse. He actually filmed himself lighting the fire, while saying, “All you had to do was pay us enough to live. There goes your inventory.”

With so many obedient slaves fired, so many fires seem inevitable, but that just serves them, perfectly. They want millions if not billions dead, in all different ways. From remotest spots or just inside a bunker under a gaudy ballroom, they’ll enjoy this historical entertainment, with hor d’oeuvres and chardonnay, laughing. Even for nobodies, any death that isn’t yours uplifts the spirit, so we can imagine. The most celebrated among us are well versed at sadism.