“Beautiful language, brilliant indigenous culture”
You mean CHINA? Surely you jest. All things Chinese — except Kung Pao Chicken — give me the creeps. Something inherently evil in the culture.
Maybe it’s because we grew up learning about the martyrdom of John and Betty Stam, missionaries to China, and it stuck with me.
I like Chinese. I like Chinese food, Chinese writing, the musical language, the martial arts, the Taoist philosophy with its parallels to Kaballah, acupuncture, massage and herbal medicines. Charlie Chan movies. They’re always happy, always eager to please. I like Chinese.
Hot and Sour Soup is magnificent but Sweet and Sour Pork is evil.