[Cán Cấu, 2/22/20] After Ricky Hatton got whacked by Manny Pacquiao, I read this comment in a newspaper, “It’s disgraceful to call yourself a prizefighter. Go back to your mates to enjoy your pints and bacon butties.” Of course, it’s harsh, for Hatton had a fine career. Not much later, Pacquiao himself would be laid out by Juan Manuel Marquez. We’ll all end up face down, after being blindsided by God, a better man or Bill Gates, etc.
In part because the previous night, I strongly suspect I was fed dog. It's all the same with a good slathering of barbecue sauce.
The kids are not coddled there. That evening, they were given some meat, and they set up their own grill and cooked for themself. Kids miss out on autonomy and responsibility in the West. In a sane world, there would be some kind of healthy middle ground between mind-retarding decadence and grinding poverty.
My favorite garment factory reject in Vietnam read "I like dog." https://imgur.com/iEJSTr3
In part because the previous night, I strongly suspect I was fed dog. It's all the same with a good slathering of barbecue sauce.
The kids are not coddled there. That evening, they were given some meat, and they set up their own grill and cooked for themself. Kids miss out on autonomy and responsibility in the West. In a sane world, there would be some kind of healthy middle ground between mind-retarding decadence and grinding poverty.