Horror Farce from Afar

[Pakse, 8/11/23]

Let’s say you’re a child from a civilized country, Laos, Ukraine or Lebanon, etc. War comes, so you flee to escape hellish pain or death. After much hardship and anxiety, you end up, say, in Philadelphia or Chicago, where your relieved parents enroll you in a public school, with its metal detectors and barred windows.

Suddenly, you’re in a barbaric society where violence is commonplace, in and out of school, and all over your neighborhood, but what you did you expect by coming to the greatest source of global violence?

The above I thought of when I saw boy novice monks making their early morning round for alms. In Myanmar, even five-year-olds can enter a monastery, but in Laos, they must be at least ten. They spend their days praying, studying and cleaning, and eat nothing after noon. It’s an austere existence that instills discipline and humility, very unlike, say, what a typical American teenager enjoys or, perhaps, is subjected to.

In my Philly neighborhood, the Vietnamese, Cambodian and Chinese kids at South Philadelphia High were often beaten up by their black classmates, so many had to toughen up or form their own gangs. To deal with blacks, they had to act black. Cambodians were most successful at this endeavor. If you just heard them talk, you’d think they were black.

For many Oriental parents, it was best to put their traumatized kids in Catholic schools, even if they were Buddhists. There, children of all colors could actually learn English, history, geography, geometry, trigonometry, calculus, chemistry and physics, etc.

Since I left the US for good five years ago, I can only observe it from a distance, thank God. Yesterday, I learnt about Doja Cat, the Satanic music industry’s new darling.

Vigilant Citizen, “One way of identifying a current industry “it girls” is by the fact that they’re often draped in red. Appropriately enough, Doja’s latest single is titled Paint the Town Red. Even more appropriately enough, the song is all about sacrificing one’s soul to be in the good graces of the industry.”

It doesn’t matter if there’s no actual Satan, his total evilness is embraced by those who shape Western culture, and they’re not subtle about this. The West has become openly Satanic.

On YouTube, I watched Doja Cat’s hellish “Paint the Town Red.” It begins with her naked and plucking an eye out. Standing on the head of a huge nosed, cartoony devil, she then declares:

Yeah, bitch, I said what I said
I’d rather be famous instead
I let all that get to my head
I don’t care, I paint the town red

The poetry does get better:

Said my happiness is all of your misery
I put good dick all in my kidneys

Across the globe, English speaking teen girls are inspired. Grabbing their dicks, boys are astonished to discover where kidneys are.

After Doja Cat, YouTube steered me to Lul Tyler, a baby-faced rapper whose “Can’t Even Name Dis” is performed at the Martin Luther King Jr. Landmark Memorial in West Palm Beach, FL. In its own way, it is about civil rights, and a fitting tribute to Dr. King, I suppose.

“I might take a nigga bitch and turn her to my side ho.” “I be fuckin with your bitch and you ain’t even have a clue.” Just 17, Lul Tyler has plenty of time to sharpen his poetic chops, if he isn’t shot, that is, like so many of these tough talking gangstas. Lil Tuda died at 14 and Lil Loaded at 20, the latter by suicide.

Luckily, Laos has no drill rappers or anyone resembling Doja Cat.

Ten days ago in Vientiane, I did spot an old white man dressed up as a woman. In low cut blouse and mini skirt, this gnarly, grimacing dude was flaunting his fake feminine assets. The freak was on a touristy street, though, so mostly away from normal people. Had he tried to use a woman’s bathroom, Laos would tell him to go to hell.

[Vientiane, 8/1/23]

What if you’re trapped in the Satanic USA? To remove your kids from sinister madness, you can keep them in a religious institution, no?

Probably not. Consider Saint Benedict and Sant John’s of Minnesota. A century old, these linked colleges educated women and men separately, so they could focus strictly on their studies. Now, however, a man can enter the all-female Saint Benedict, as long as he declares himself a woman. What he really believes, he himself might not know. Feeling that natural need for many dicks near her kidneys, a woman can matriculate at Saint John’s.

To affirm their commitment to wokeness, the colleges have established a Queer Proud Lavender Union for Students.

Checking out its webpage, I read a typical sentence, “We strive to create enviroments that allow memebers to feel welcomed, vauled, and supported without fear of sexism, homophobia and transphobia, and all forms of intersectional oppression and discrimination.” Littered with misspellings, it’s written in the clumsiest English.

More, “Students and community memebers are encouraged to come together to celebrate various parts of Queer culture including the annual Drag Show in the Spring, BBQueer, Trans Day of Remembrance and Trans Day of Visability, and much, much more!”

Compliance with one Satanic agenda after another has led Americans to this. Their pervasive idiocy was born of widespread cowardice. Yes, there’s a tiny minority who bristle, but so what? Even leading American “dissidents” duck, dodge and are careful to cover their own asses. To save yourself and yours is the best you can hope for.

From across the globe, I watch that horror farce not just continue, but intensify. Mostly, though, I enjoy being among the sane and calm.

I just heard an American accent. Looking up, I see a young white woman getting off a tuk-tuk. Serenely smiling, she walks down the street. Among strangers, she feels perfectly safe.

Now, I see a Lao woman in a Mickey Mouse T-shirt. That goofy rat is America’s most prevalent emblem.

When a foreigner with a camera suddenly appears among them, Lao children don’t stop playing or scatter. Plastic swords keep clacking. Tricycles roll. Nearby, their parents are unconcerned.

Though foreign bombs still kill, none has been dropped here in half a century.

[Pakse,8/11/23]

[Pakse, 8/8/23]

[Pakse, 8/11/23]