[London, 11/18/15]
Pad Thai means Thai stir fried. Its original name was kway teow pad thai, meaning Thai stir fried flat noodles. The Hokkienese kway teow had to be eliminated to stress its dubious Thai pedigree. Though perceived as a quintessential Thai dish, it was only invented in the 1930’s, with pork, being seen as too Chinese, not included. Pad Thai, then, is an entirely artificial nationalistic creation. Though I’ve had pad Thai all over, the best version, truly transcendent, was in Edinburgh, Scotland! Thanks mostly to British men marrying Thai women, you can get excellent Thai food across the UK, even in small villages with shuttered churches and unkempt cemeteries. It’s sex enabled immigration.
Now consider the English football team. Its starting 11 for Euro 2024 included three blacks, with another half black. Celebrating a similar team in 2022, Black History Month Magazine pointed out, “It is ironic that these young footballers are likely to do more for the cause of Black Lives Matters in 90 minutes than the past 12 months.” Its lead story in the current issue, “Saluting Our Sisters: Kamala Harris and the Journey to the Presidency.” As should be clear from its very name, Black History Month Magazine isn’t just about celebrating blackness, but pushing a black agenda.
I’ve just wasted an hour trying to locate a Spike Lee bar scene where a white guy says Magic Johnson’s his favorite player. No, Larry Bird is much better, insists the black man he’s talking to. This actually occurred in Copa Too, a long-dead Philly bar, and not in any movie.
There’s a Spike Lee character, Pino, who claims Magic Johnson and Eddie Murphy as favorites, which leads Mookie, played by Lee himself, to conclude, “As much as you say nigger this and nigger that, all your favorite people are niggers!”
Pino, “It’s different. Magic, Eddie, Prince are not niggers. I mean, are not black. I mean, they’re black, but not really black. They’re more than black. It’s different.”
Similar scenes have played out countless times in all multicultural societies. To prove you have no animosities towards blacks, you can go on about James Baldwin, Duke Ellington or Martin Luther King, for example, but that’s too highfalutin. Just gush about your hometown sport heroes. Since most are black or black enough, you won’t even be lying. The Celtics was a white jock oasis featuring Bird, McHale and Danny Ainge, etc. Now, their starting five are jet black. Same with the Minnesota Timberwolves.
Watching team sports in the West, you’re no longer rooting for your city, people or color, but the colors of your team’s jersey. Seeing men of all colors working together, supposedly for you, no less, also reinforces the dogma that color or race doesn’t matter.
In Vietnam, people go nuts over their soccer squad because they see their sons and brothers on the pitch. So what if they lose often? It’s better than to win with imported aliens who don’t even speak Vietnamese.
This morning at the café on General Uprising, a man asked if I was from Nam Định or Thái Bình. He had to pin me down. At the very least, northerners in the South are divided into “54” and “75,” with those of the first wave seen as more pleasant and cultured.
Teaching in Leipzig in 2015, I heard locals complaining about West Germans taking over. Bavarians were particularly resented.
The rioting in England wasn’t entirely predictable, but engineered. Ever increasing immigration must lead to conflicts. Constant social upheaval is violent by nature. Not even immigrants can settle down. They can’t wait for it to spread to France, Germany, Belgium and Italy, etc.
Triple locking themselves inside, cowed and brainwashed Americans will keep waiting for some Jewish puppet to save them. Kamala will likely choose Josh Shapiro for VP. Since her Jewish husband has been invisible, it’s time to stand next to a Jew. Should she be installed as prez, it would be another fuck you. Circumcised jokes keep coming. Trump said he could no longer afford bacon. That ghost comedian deserves a raise.
Thirty plus years ago, I was astounded by Bill Buford’s Among the Thugs. It’s an England few know exist:
In the fight that ensued, Harry wrestled one of the policemen to the ground, lifted him up by the chest and then head-butted him—inflicting a hair-line crack across the forehead. With the blow, the policeman must have lost consciousness if only because he seemed to offer so little resistance to what Harry did next: he grabbed the policeman by his ears, lifted his head up to his own face and sucked on one of the policeman’s eyes, lifting it out of the socket until he felt it pop behind his teeth. Then he bit it off.
Granted, the violence now unleashed won’t always be so picturesque, but it’s bad enough, as planned. Though unlikely to solve demographic chaos, it will usher in more repression.
I haven’t been in London in nine years. I have such fond memories of Peckham Rye, Brixton, Southhall and Camden Town, etc. Among my few photos of London, there’s one of tart cards, as found inside a phone booth. Tart is such a cute, sweet term, especially if you grew up eating Pop Tarts.
All the ladies looked reasonably clean, and what’s not to like about their astounding range? From Spanish, Scandinavians, Brazilians and Latinas, etc., you can enjoy, inside your own home and wrecked nation, pussy licking, hard sports, watersports, dom leather, spanking and maybe even hanged, drawn and quartered. On two cards, lesbian is misspelled, but they just got off the bloody boat, so stop nitpicking! Just think back to when all you had were freckled Kimberleys, Kirsties and Deborahs, not that you were getting any.
Please note that images shown are for illustration purposes only. Actual bitches may be 10 to 30 years older, up to five stones heavier, and best seen with light off.
On the dole in a deindustrialized England, you can still treat yourself, at least three or four times a year, to some multicultural pissing, on your sad, starving face. It’s only fair.
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There are Blacks and niggers, Africans and kaffirs, Whites and crackers, Aussies and ockkers. I guess Vietnamese would have their own term for calling out someone that ACTS like they're from the wrong side of the tracks.
As far as installing Kamala being a 'fuck you' goes - so will installing Trump. Damned if they do and damned if they don't; American people aren't going to gain anything by installing either of the two massively pro-Israeli war candidates.
Hi everyone,
I just sneaked in a penultimate paragraph. There are usually addtions to these pieces when they're published as books.
Linh