I Love the Smell of Napalm in the Morning

Prologue: Wake and Quake (with Rage)Bad enough some jerkoff wanted to push his way past me to get into the train car I was leaving this morning.

At 7:00AM on a Saturday.The platform and train were essentially empty.

The bad part about wearing headphones and playing loud music is that when you say something, it is often a lot louder than you intended, because your ears cannot monitor your own voice's volume.

So a lot of people probably heard me say "Get the f@#$ out of my way!" bright and early.

Maybe that had something to do with what happened after, or how I reacted to it.----------------------------------I got up at 6:15. I went to the gym (having my Prologue experience en route), saw my favorite Physical employee (usually I see physical employees around Mongkok, but that's not what I mean), exercised with Rick and had breakfast. I even walked back and forth from the station since my knees are not bothering me as much as they were.

Then, I came here and checked My Feeds.

I have met Jun Kung before, several times. You'd have to look pretty hard to find someone nicer.

So I was especially cheesed off to read about an unfortunate incident he had. Some overly nosy British person took exception to this person not in his conversation but speaking with other people and his (Jun's) use of the word dude.

It's an Americanism. I'm an American. But I don't like it either. However, that doesn't make it okay for me to castigate a complete f@#$ing stranger.Jun should have told the tw@t (British-ism) that his and all other British opinions have been locally irrelevant for 12 years, and globally unimportant since the 1930s.

This English c*nt's(British-ism)condescension blows goats, especially because it is so hollow. It must be nice to think of yourself as so superior that you can berate strangers when they use language you don't like. 

I wonder what it would be like if I, as an American, told some British person I didn't know that I didn't like the use of the word mate.

That would go over like a fart in an Anglican church.

Americans do have some annoying speech habits that get spread around the world.

But at least we have decent teeth.----------------------------------------------------Epilogue: I Wouldn't Even EatYour P*ssy (British-ism)As part of Jun's blog post, he put up a link to a YouTubevideowhere a young woman talks about the moronic questions White people, in this case specifically Britons (you know, the people who will tell you how much better educated they are than the rest of us), ask her.

The requisite question about eating dogs was there, of course.

If you go to the video, look on the right, under Related Videos. Someone actually made a reply video about eating cats in China.

Because people in Hong Kong love to eat cats. And dogs. No matter what someonefrom Hong Kong says. White people know better.

Sure, the video was shot in China, but those people are all the same, right???

Oh wait, I forgot: furthering your agenda for animal rights makes it okay to be racist and stupid.

"Do you know how many animals died in the Sichuan earthquake?"

No, I was a little more concerned with thepeople .

"Just US$0.25 a day can help feed a cat left homeless by the earthquake."

Yeah, well, that cat can feed a family of four who have no food or clean water.

Where are these people's priorities?

Ever hear annoyingly political White people (usually with dreadlocks that amuse African Americans almost as much as they disgust them) rattle off the causes they're 'for'? Two of the common 'enemies' are usually racism and animal abuse.

It never seems to occur to these morons that conglomerating animal rights advocacy with anti-racism might be offensive to people who have just been branded at least (but no more) important than animals.

I ate dog once in Hong Kong; a friend had a friend who was going to Shenzen and bought some for me and brought it back. My friend cooked it but wouldn't eat it. Her Dad, though, was very happy to have a treat unavailable in Hong Kong since they knocked down the Walled City.

I didn't eat it because I wanted to. I ate it because I was sick and tired of telling (White) people I had been in Hong Kong only to be asked if I had eaten dog.

I wanted to be able to say 'Yes' and see their ignorant face.

The dog meat wasn't anything I'd want to eat again, but it was worth it.-------------------------------------------------------------There's nothing I love more than getting irritated first thing in the morning. It sets the mood for my whole day.