China
Dreaded To Write This, But It Is About Time
Ok, sometimes I wish I had stayed in Peking University, or with the Harvard scribblers, so that I could become textbook famous [You do know that academia is made-up, right? RIGHT?]. But hey, I had always been the odd one out with that MK-Ultra vibe. Seriously, on secret government programs all my life, a French-Soviet mathematician (Reza) once said to me I was like a thousand students.
Nobody wanted to work with me, so I worked on the Shengren in China.
The rest is classified. The portals, the CIA, The East-West dichotomy,… the Menticide Manual, the Law of Difference. I wrote so much groundbreaking stuff, I could have been the last German philosopher.
Instead, I ended up in exile in a barrel with the Cult in Japan. Total hellban in Europe. I got removed from all the records, Orwellian style. Hundreds of newspapers, websites, libraries. A thousand professors now?… SILENCE! I once studied six years in Edinburgh; the dons never invited me back since [because my work cancels out theirs]. Over the years, the persecution of the dissidents has gotten worse. I couldn’t visit Germany last year when [redacted], because the regime wants to arrest me for writing my mind disrupting the reality. Sure, it is all reminiscent of Karl Marx in exile, or Heinrich Heine, … Voltaire? but still… a very unsettling experience.
Anyways, we are back on the Human Farm. Last time we discussed America, then the Soviets, then Mother India. That was an eye-opener, remember?—you had never read anything like it. This time we have to see about the situation on China Farm. This one will redefine all common knowledge about the East. Change is coming. Will you share this with me?
The Human Farm: China
China is obviously a very different story from India. While India was a monolith of penury and ugliness, China was actually very pleasant to the eyes. No serious travel writer to India ever reported on the looks of her females, while the travel reports of our China experts were full of ravaging beauties with elf-like grace who looked petite and underage way into their thirties. It became common knowledge that although Marco Polo was a cony-catcher and cheap-sell, he nevertheless got that right about the Chinese: They were the richest men in the universe and built the most prosperous trading nation the world had ever seen. And why did the Chinese built such a great civilization?… because they must have really liked their women! The West came to believe this about China, that it was intelligent, a beauty and a prize. That’s why not one, the English, but all Western powers descended upon China.
This is World History, and this is taught at our universities at M.A. Master-of-China level, and do not let them tell you otherwise: The world is laid out before us, completely; the human farms are real. It is what it is. China has no surprises for us. She has no hidden agenda or hand to play; China is, and cannot be otherwise, a Western plaything.
