If Only the Jewscrewed

[Hong Kong, 4/20/26]

Going to New Market this predawn, I passed a slim woman in an elegant áo dài. She was headed for church. It is Sunday. Since it was only 3:45AM, she would have to wait and pray at the grotto across the street, where there’s a statue of the Virgin Mary with baby Jesus. Those who arrive early can also pray inside the church. First service is at 5AM, each day! Across Vietnam today, worshippers overflow churches. Many parishes must tear down old churches to build much larger ones.

After the Fall of Saigon in 1975, Vietnam suffered a quarter century of horrible poverty, yet even during this period, all elaborate Cao Đài temples were meticulously maintained. In Europe, too, churches were the most impressive buildings in each community. Even now, much of the best European sculptures and murals are inside churches. Paintings, not so much. More portable, they were inside homes of the rich and, now, museums, to memorialize their taste, even if dubious, and magnanimity. In the 80’s, a near death Chinese caused an uproar when he planned to bury a VanGogh with him.

Arriving in Hong Kong last week, I immediately saw altars inside homes and shops. They were nearly entirely absent in China proper. In Shanghai, I showed 27-year-old Penn altars to Chinese gods in Vũng Tàu, including at my homestay, “Vietnam is more Chinese than China, man!” I also showed him Chinese altars in Hà Tiên, a Viet city founded by Mặc Cửu [鄚玖], a Cantonese immigrant, in 1707. I urged Penn to visit Penang one day. “If Chinese could build so many magnificent temples so far away, imagine all that was lost here! You’ll weep!” Consider also how much was purposely destroyed in Europe, and in Soviet Russia. Though maniacal wreckers have always been among us, they never had so much power as in 20^th century. The 21^st, though, might turn out worse.

Christ can’t be reconciled with that psychotic Jewish god, Yahweh, of the Old Testament. Laurent Guyénot is the authority on this. Vietnamese were drawn to Christianity for its absolute egalitarianism, as opposed to a hierarchy that identified each person, tôi [碎], as merely a slave or servant, especially of the king. Even today, tôi means “I” or “me” in Vietnamese. Come to my house, lại nhà tôi, is literally come to [this] slave’s house! Viet Christians simply ignore the genocidal Yahweh.

Slave or not, hardly anyone has a home anymore. In Shanghai and Hong Kong, I saw images of a dining couple seemingly derived from that iconic scene in Wong Kar Wai’s In the Mood of Love. Seated in an American styled diner booth, only the woman is in Chinese dress. The man is entirely Western. This only proves he’s surrendered, thus a slave. Nearly all men have been just that throughout history. His uniform, whether factory, military, sport or office, merely confirms it. He’s press ganged into a team, so must obey, absolutely, his manager, coach, officer, king or psycho commander in chief.

Removed from home for the bulk of his waking hours, and even for months or years at a time, he’s trapped inside another’s domain. US sailors are fed inadequate garbage as their bone spurred, child raping boss enjoys endless rounds of golf, assorted drugs, insider trading and fresh pussies. It’s the art of the deal, yo! Just be thankful you ain’t maimed or killed, dumbshits! At least that casino conman ain’t hustling you for 5 or 10 bucks weekly. Two months into this war, we’re told only 13 “suckers and losers” have been killed. Has the world ever seen a dumber population?

Dressed more naturally and comfortably, the woman maintains her individuality and independence, but only if she’s not dragged from her home or, worse, home country, as has happened to hundreds of millions. Deprived of mommy and grandmas, even babies are homeless, practically from birth. Sure, they’re picked up late in the evening each day, traumatized, to enjoy, barely, a few hours with their exhausted parents. Underpaid childcare workers or nannies, often of a different race or culture, confuse and anger these kids further, but that’s the norm. Since modernity is all about displacement, even home, what’s left of it, has become isolated and barren, with the TV and, now, cellphone, everyone’s only consolations.

One Hong Kong image improves on the original. The smiling woman is holding chopsticks. Only the man, in his slave suit, is wielding a fork. In the background are two more slaves in dress shirts and ties.

With millions of Americans barely eating, Trump is reintroducing the firing squad. Wrecking the economy on purpose, he’s also posted images of his gaudy, renovated bathroom. So self-absorbed, Trump thinks the entire world must find his shitter fascinating. Waging wars, Trump goes on about deserving the Nobel Peace Prize, his obscene ballroom and, now, Triumphal Arch, twice the size of the Lincoln Memorial. After donating a million bucks to Trump, John Phelan, even without any military experience, was made Secretary of the Navy. He has just been outed for moving too slowly on building new vessels, particularly the Trump-class battleships. Self-worship is the surest sign of madness. The most insane, though, are those who worship self-worshippers, without gaining anything for themselves. At least Trump is raking it in.

In Hong Kong, I noticed ads for a Cantonese opera featuring Trump. Premiering in 4/12/19, it has been updated twice, with the latest iteration featuring Zelensky and Elon Musk characters. In 2019, librettist Edward Li Kui-ming commented, “Mao Zedong started the Cultural Revolution when he was 72. Donald Trump was also 72 when he was elected president, and started a “cultural revolution” in the US. By that, I mean one person turning the system upside down. So the theme of our show is that it is dangerous when someone is the only person making decisions and they overturn everything.” Sounds rather critical, but consider Li Kui-ming in 2025, “Everyone remembers vividly when Trump was shot […] The Trump in our show will catch the bullet with his bare hand. He sees the bullet in his hand, and sings, ‘This bullet is trying to take my life!’”

So another sucker, but Li Kui-ming is more forgivable. Dude is on the other side of the globe. He can’t see how much damage his ubermensch is doing, at ground level, at literally every city, town or village across America. Li Kui-ming even wished his opera could be performed at the White House! There’s no chance of that, of course. Like his supporters, Trump has no stomach for art, culture or just civilization. Three weeks ago, this foul savage even threatened to wipe out one of the oldest and grandest on earth.

Again, Trump is sending two lying Jews, Kushner and Witkoff, to fake negotiate with Iran! It’s not Dozing Don drooling, with his eyes closed, at the wheel, but of this fakest of Christians being owned. If only the Jewscrewed could commit suicide, quietly or loudly, without harming everyone else.

[Hong Kong, 4/20/26]