Suicide by a Thousand Cuts Elsewhere

[Vung Tau, 8/24/24]

The coffee stand in front of the police station is run by a lady who loves to sing while facing the wall. Hearing her songs of love and lost love, I imagined her to be a lonely spinster, living in a tiny cell, with her hand washed laundry hanging outside her thin, aluminum door, bought used by her landlord from some scrap dealer. Near the bottom is an angry crack, like a bolt of lightning, from the time she kicked it. Her bruised big toe still hasn’t healed. Exposed to the world, her worn underwear is a confession and indictment. There’s no way for her to avoid dying a virgin. Lying alone each night, she sings softly as tears fill her eyes. Clutching a pillow, she tries to sleep, but already, it’s dawn, which means another day of selling the cheapest coffee to laborers, cyclo drivers and, now, some diabetic creep who keeps scratching his mottled legs to stimulate blood circulation. He has but two shirts. All his jean shorts are threadbare at the crotch. He must enjoy a bit of wind there. What a pitiful shit.

Au contraire, my fool! This broad has a house she shares with a husband and daughter. A grown son has bought his own home. Arriving from Quảng Trị in 1995, she set up this coffee stand, so it’s been 29 years. In perfect health at 59, her hair is jet black. She was astounded to hear I’m not quite 61.

“It’s you white hair and whisker, brother. Your skin isn’t wrinkled. Shave and you will look younger.”

Though her 63-year-old husband has gout, he still enjoys booze. His illness is kept under control by siso leaf tea, a folk remedy.

Vietnam went from a disastrous centralized, control freak society to one where even shrimps can avoid hunger and homelessness. Many have done well enough. In most of the West, Japan or Singapore, there’s no way someone can just set up a coffee stand outside the police station. This lady’s furniture consists of nine plastic chairs and a dozen plastic stools. The latter are mostly used as tiniest tables, not even a foot off the ground.

Third World features have long existed, and been tolerated, in American ghettos and barrios. Occasionally, they became visible even to the eternally sheltered. Going to an NFL game at $700 a seat, they might run into ghetto kids selling bottled water from coolers. “Look, Amaryllis, there’s another pickaninny! That’s enough. Stop staring or he’ll shoot you!” In South Philly, Cambodians sell pork kebabs on sidewalks. Six years ago, each stick cost just a buck.

With just a thermos, paper cups and packets of instant coffee, you can be an itinerant café, starting today. If living in a warm climate, your housing need is solved with the purchase of a hammock. Even in the US, one can be had for just $13. Sleeping on cardboard is uncomfortable and deforming. Waking up sore, you’ll barely have enough energy to beg.

Even in nicer Manhattan neighborhoods, the enterprising Third World has arrived. Zooming on the sidewalk, a two-rider moped would come from behind to snatch your cellphone, purse or even necklace, though the last requires skills recent “migrants” haven’t quite flashed.

From the lady’s shabby stand, you can see Moonlight—grill and chill rooftop. It also had rooms for rent. Due to Covid diktats, it closed in 2020 and never reopened, so millions in investment just evaporated. No one has jumped in to claim this prime spot. I have a Vung Tau friend who hasn’t been able to sell a piece of land in over two years. Broke, he listed his condo for cheap, but no one has called. All merchants I’ve talked to have also complained of much reduced business, but fine, you can believe that everything is more or less normal or will soon be great again.

I used to get cheeses, spaghetti sauces and Devil’s Fart Bread at Linh Phương, but its stock has dwindled so much, I had to leave once without buying anything. A decade ago, its owner burst a blood vessel in his right eye, so he’s basically monocular, like the rear, bashful end of a cat or cow. “My eyesight keeps getting worse. Sometimes customers get offended because I don’t recognize them.”

Twice I’ve seen a security guard walk his motorbike from the Evangelical Church, where he attends service daily, to Đông Phương Jewelry, his workplace. This trudge of nearly half a mile saves him gas. At the café on General Uprising, a fat man who rides a bicycle can’t afford 56 cents for a coffee with condensed milk, so each day, he asks for credit.

“You owe me six glasses already. Come back tomorrow when you have money,” the lady said this morning

“Tomorrow,” he grinned. She served him.

“Ask for a pack of cigarettes too!” Another man shouted derisively across the room. Fat man didn’t care. He got his coffee. Nursing it and the free hot tea would buy him at least an hour among familiar chatterers. In her polka dot outfit, the seller of lottery tickets frowned. She never begs for credit.

A more corrupt official here can blow $100,000 in one night. You read that right. Any big shot is expected to pay for his entire party. Top shelf liquors and pageant level hostesses don’t come cheap, and neither does anh vũ carp, wagyu beef, blue tuna, Dahongpao tea or whatever else they like to stuff into their mouths. It’s certainly not KFC with a 7-Up. Overnight full service with a sweetly chirping, breathy knockout can set you back 30 grand. To avoid thinking, “I should have gotten a blind masseur,” don’t read her eyes too closely. It must be so boring to have everything.

The West won’t have that problem. Energy is production, thus wealth. Europe has long relied on cheap Russian energy. Much of its products, it sells to China. Depriving itself of cheap energy and main market, it has committed suicide by a thousand cuts. To hasten this bloodletting, Jews have flooded Europe with hostile Arabs and crime prone blacks. Each vibrant stabbing, shooting or rape gladdens Jews since it focuses white anger on Muslims and blacks, with few daring to think Jews are behind much of this mayhem. This white anger also leads them to cheer Jewish slaughter of Arabs. As for whites backing the Jewish extermination of Slavs in Ukraine, the only explanation is mass idiocy. Whites butchering whites for Jews is hardly new. Worst for whites, though, isn’t war, economic collapse or Jewjabs, but gross demographic distortion. Even if race replacement isn’t achieved, nearly unsolvable problems will be permanent.

The further you are from the Jewish American axis of evil, the better chance you have of regaining normality and sanity. It’s freakish how insane Western leaders look even.

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