Rape Isn't Bread and Circus

[Tanktop at cafe on General Uprising, 5/14/24]

At 2AM on 7/27/24, three Chinese teenagers hired a taxi in Quang Ninh. Seventeen hours later, they killed its 47-year-old driver in Quang Ngai, 660 miles south. Driving back north, they were detected six hours later, but refused to pull over. Only after hitting two motorbikes and a car were they finally caught.

Back home, Luo Shi Jun, Huang Jie Cheng and Gan Ying were promised high paying jobs in Vietnam. Here, their promised guide never appeared, so they decided to just go there. In the taxi, they realized the address was in Cambodia! There are those who think Costa Rica is a Mexican province, Marseilles is in Northern Africa and Orange County is a suburb of Ho Chi Minh City. If we show up in Cambodia, we’ll be sold as slaves, so there’s nothing to do but commit murder then drive back to the land of hoisin sauce and century eggs, they decided. On their first trip abroad, these smooth faced rustics, one a female, will travel as far as possible.

When you realize thousands of Chinese have entered just about every country illegally, to live, mine or fish, it’s no mystery why so many would trek through Ecuador, Colombia, Panama, Costa Rica, Nicaragua, Honduras, Guatemala and Mexico. At the end, with Biden and Mayorkas welcoming them, is the most trumped up paradise ever!

Entering the café on General Uprising just after 4AM, I heard them talking about another murdered taxi driver, this one a harelipped local who, as a boy, had walked around selling chewing gum. Getting a driver’s license was a huge achievement. Inexperienced, he was tricked into driving to a darkened, semi rural location.

“No way I would have driven out there at that hour!” The dark, fat man who’s always in a Tanktop raged. “Since it was such a long drive, he’s just happy to finally make some money! Without enough customers, you can lose money for the day.”

I look forward to hearing Tanktop each morning. He’s always raving, confessing or philosophizing, with frequent insertions of “cripple cunt!” or “cunt face!” Others have pointed out he says cunt so much because he’s missing it. It’s a widespread affliction.

Tanktop recounted being hired to take a woman all the way to Saigon on his motorbike, “I dropped her off in Bà Rịa. She would have paid me 150,000 [roughly $10 at the time], but I kept just 50.” Fearful of being robbed further on, Tanktop handed her to another motorbike taximan.

“How old was she?” I asked.

“Young, in her twenties.”

“You missed your chance of being raped!”

“Yeah, right. With such a pretty lady, most guys would have done whatever she said. Along the way, she would say, ‘Hey, let’s stop here for a bowl of Hue beef soup.’ She’d drug me and my motorbike would be gone.” His eyes were aflame. “Even when I went with a whore, I left my motorbike key and money with the receptionist. There would be nothing for her to steal inside the room.”

“What if the receptionist said later, ‘What money?’”

“The old lady wouldn’t have dared!”

A most amusing episode had him fighting a cop, then hiding in the ocean among rocks to escape their pursuit. They would have tenderized his bones, đánh mềm xương. Since our KO artist would have been snagged eventually, he had to arrange a very costly private settlement. So what if the cop had punched him first?

Mimicking that cop, Tanktop would switch to a northern accent and vocabulary. Hearing me speak for the first time, Tanktop also asked, “How long have you been south, uncle?”

At least before 6AM at the cafe on General Uprising, I’m the only one with a northern accent. On the TV monitor are mostly South Vietnamese songs from before 1975, of a genre known as nhạc sến, or tacky music. Sến, though, is derived from Maria Schell, the Austrian-Swiss actress. As the slutty Grushenka in the 1958 film, Brothers Karamazov, she made a huge impression in Saigon, so Schell became Sến. One of the most spectacular Vietnamese novels is Berlin based Phạm Thị Hoài’s Mari Sến. I doubt Schell ever knew she’s immortal in Vietnam as “kitschy.”

There are always layers and details to read, misread or ignore. There’s this guy who publishes on SubStack and Amazon, depends on PayPal, Stripe and Xoom to transfer money across international borders, bounces from hotel room to hotel room across this earth, is so urbanized he doesn’t know how to gut a fish, much less a chicken. This guy, get this, is an “off the grid maverick”!

When a 74-year-old San Francisco woman was killed after being pushed by a stranger onto the subway tracks, a commenter concluded she deserved it for voting Democratic!

Leaving the café, I saw, again, that crazy old woman on Lê Lai. Each morning, she performs a ritual to chase away bad spirits. She sprays water and tosses rock salt onto the street, waves a burning bundle of newspaper and curses, oddly enough, the noodle restaurant next door. The Buddhist sermons they play can’t drown out her rant, “Mother and daughter, they walk around without pants! Ask how they make money? They’re whores, of course! Their cunts are like shit holes! Everyone in this house is a whore! They also sell drugs!” After a few minutes of this nonsense, she would hang up a sign, “SUGGESTION: DON’T SPIT. VOMIT OUTSIDE THE DOOR. Thank You!” Busy with setting up their businesses, all her neighbors ignore her. Across the street is an excellent bakery.

What’s increasingly hard to ignore is serial Jewish criminality. There are so many sadistic incidents to engage scholars for centuries. In a saner future, universities would offer courses or even degrees in Holocaust Hoax, Jewish Subversion and Genocide as Jewish God and Weapon, etc. Right now in Israel, Jews are rioting to defend nine soldiers who had most savagely raped a Palestinian man. In 2016, Elor Azaria became a national hero for executing an immobilized prisoner. There are thousands more cases. Having enabled much of this madness, the US would be the last country to do anything about it.

Before the internet, readers were mostly invisible, so we had few ideas of how wise or stupid they were. Yesterday, I posted at my blog a Jewish Chronicle article, “Who is DJ Barbara Butch, the Jewish activist at the centre of Paris opening ceremony drama.” One reader commented, “Well, that’s a lot of bread and circus. And it works.”

To insult a religion and humiliate a nation is not bread and circus, but the rape of mind and spirit, to accompany bodily and financial rape.

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