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.

Wartime Saigon had huge billboards with a Louis Armstrong lookalike. Brother Java Seven [Anh Bảy Chà Và] advertised Hynos. To clueless Vietnamese, anyone dark was considered Javanese. Hynos couldn’t have been very good since no one had a white smile. Vietnamese had more serious concerns. Older folks are still nostalgic about Brother Java Seven. He’s almost family.

DuClur, “Half of the Taiwanese quit communicating with me after I left Taiwan when I cautioned them about their excitement over the death jab. The rest quit contacting me when I told them that Ukraine wasn’t winning and to be careful that they don’t become the new site of a proxy war for the US. They were very excited that Ukraine was defeating Russia and felt that it showed they might be able to defeat China.”

Taiwanese trust Uncle Sam too much. At an alley school in Taoyuan, “English is the Key to the world.” And, “English is the beginning Character is forever.” Nearby was Gram English Center. Of the eleven kids on its signs, none was Oriental, much less Taiwanese. Trusting the Jewjerked white West will lead to your doom, Taiwanese.

Developed countries have low birthrates, longer lifespans and more college graduates, so very few to care for those near the end. In Japan, many die alone, with neighbors, often old themselves, only noticing when the overbrearing stench has seeped out through mail slots and door cracks. Oriental families aren’t what they used to be. In Taiwan, Vietnamese, Filipinas and Indonesians must be imported.

Leaving Taoyuan train station, I was immediately greeted by Vietnamese signs, at restaurants, grocers, money transfer services, jewelers, hair salons and stores selling cellphones, computers or clothing. Most restaurants were careful to state their regional specialties. Sane people are attached to just a few square miles. A Philly cheesesteak in Delaware is already suspect. In Washington DC, it’s most likely vomit.

At a mediocre Phở joint, I noticed a soccer trophy for a Taiwan tournament involving only Hà Tĩnh natives! A lousy bánh cuốn eatery was also run by a young man from that province. With poor soil yet overpopulated, it’s long been one of Vietnam’s poorest. New to cooking, he’s been in Taiwan eight years. Not far away was Pasteur Bakery [Lò Bánh Mì Pasteur], with “Vietnam French Bread” advertised. Talk about cultural infection and evolution! Pasteur here refers to a Saigon Street. Though Viet baguettes aren’t all that, they’re truer than the soft and sweet versions so beloved by Chinese, but who cares what I think? I’m not Chinese.

It’s nearly 10AM, so I must leap into the exhilarating unknown. Before I forget, let me add this ground breaking observation. Just now, Yahweh alerted me to this St Louis Jewish Light article, “Jews are genetically prone to stomach problems. Scientists are starting to understand why.” I’ve had Jewish girlfriends, OK? People with colitis pass gas more energetically. Only anti-Semites think there’s something wrong with that. It can even be an acquired taste. On 10/7/11, I met in NYC a chubby and squinting gentleman who proudly declared himself leader of the Fart Smeller Movement.

As a leading Holocaust researcher, I’m suggesting there’s a clear, unimpeachable link between Jews passing gas and their vehement claim to be victims of deadly gas. Of course, gas passing Blinken and Netanyahu would disagree, but I’m willing to debate both of them together, at the same time, even in NYC or Tel Aviv, in front of an all-Jewish audience. Dukes up, fuckers! I’m game!

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