Gas Warning to Taiwan
[Taipei, 9/29/24]
On 10/12/23, US Secretary of States Antony Blinken declared in Tel Aviv, “If you’ll permit me a personal aside, I come before you not only as the United States Secretary of State, but also as a Jew. My grandfather, Maurice Blinken, fled pogroms in Russia. My stepfather, Samuel Pisar, survived concentration camps—Auschwitz, Dachau, Majdanek.”
Three “death camps” Sam survived. It’s not unusual. Millions of other Jews also outlasted extermination.
With weapons from the USA, Germany and other white nations, the Gaza genocide is still on a year later. Many Jews rejoiced over the pager terror attack on thousands of Lebanese. Ben Shapiro quipped that some folks just “had a rough day.” “Frustrated” Blinken denied foreknowledge, “With regard to Lebanon, the United States did not know about nor was it involved in these incidents.” American missiles keep going to the Jewish state. Good cop Blinken is concerned. That’s his act.
On 9/27/24, Blinken met the Chinese foreign secretary. US State Department, “Secretary Blinken underscored the United States’ continued concern with PRC support for Russia’s defense industrial base and war of aggression against Ukraine and made clear the need for the PRC to address Russia’s threat to transatlantic security. He emphasized the importance of maintaining peace and stability across the Taiwan Strait, and raised concerns about the PRC’s dangerous and destabilizing actions in the South China Sea.”
American troops are stationed just over a mile off the coast of China, so who is threatening stability? Two German warships and a Japanese one have just passed through the Taiwan Straits. Those WWII losers are the most abject masseurs in the American harem. They’ll do anything sickest Sam asks. Blinken will concern us all into annihilation, but will China be baited into attacking Taiwan?
In Taipei, Tomorrow’s dancing girl is still bouncing away. At times, she becomes tai chi meditative, but only for seconds. There’s too much life in this chick. Coming down, I shared an elevator with two fat kids under six. Checking out, a chubby Filipina holds her three-year-old boy. Awakened too early, he’s understandably grouchy.
Tomorrow’s vending machines have this reminder, “don’t forget to take your merchandise.” After plopping in coins and choosing your slice of cake, cup of instant noodles or garbage potato chips, who would just walk away? The other day, I did leave the Tex-Mex joint without paying, and yesterday, I lost my hotel key in Taoyuan. Someone so absentminded should be homebound, but I haven’t died, so all is well. After at least ten minutes, I returned to pay for my loaded nachos.
Al DuClur, “One of the enduring memories I have [of] Taiwan is walking down streets and seeing computers and tablets left on tables while the owner went inside.” South Korea and Japan, too, are high trust societies. In Busan, I stayed right by the train station. Even with so many homeless around, One Way Guesthouse was always unlocked, even with no one at the desk. At Seoul’s airport, laptops were also left overnight at counters. Grabbing a cappuccino this dawn, I entered the 7-Evelen to find it empty. The clerk was in the storeroom. I could have left with all the Lonely God potato chips and Mister Donut lolipops I wanted. They don’t have Whitemen Toothpaste, though, only Darlie, renamed from Darkie.