Not Even As Bacteria
[Vung Tau, 3/1/26]
Mike Judge’s Idiocracy, set in 2505, is way too hopeful. Already in idiocracies, we might not make it to the 26th century, not even as bacteria. Ignorance itself is not necessarily bad. Babies and dogs can name even fewer presidents than a recent American college graduate. It’s only a threat when combined with hubris or insatiable greed. In Trump, we have both, which explains his constant whining and belligerence. He feels entitled to everything, including girls to rape and babies to chew and swallow.
Vietnam, too, has become idiotic. It’s a global tsunami. If you can’t comprehend or discuss anything or reflect on your own stupidity, refreshed and augmented daily, you’re an idiot.
Today, I dropped into that alley, no name café off Trương Công Định for a 27 cent black. Over an hour, there were ten customers, six women and four men, with all except one over 50. The elegant young lady wore a skirt that struggled, not terribly hard, to cover her bodily opening, cửa mình, which is the polite Vietnamese word for pussy. She also had a tattoo on her right shoulder. The rest were dark and shabbily dressed. They had labored with their hands all their lives. Sister Three, the proprietress, burnt pieces of wood, not even logs, inside a terracotta stove to heat her tin kettle. She had no fans. Everyone was happy enough just to be in the shade.