Well it’s been a while since I wrote a post. I apologize, but I have been busy, and everybody’s attention is on the American election, Trump or not Trump. That is the question. Quite predictably the Cathedral has focused all its resources in fighting Trump with every tactic on the books, and then some. Twitter is banning thousands of people, every single newspaper in the US has openly abandoned any pretence of unbiased reporting. Some people on the left have hinted that democracy may not be such a good idea, given that someone like Trump could possibly win.
I like the train of thought; but they’ve managed to probably knock Trump out of the race. How? With a tape where he spoke like 80% of men do in a normal country. Where he talked about pussy and how much he likes it. That is the true fault line of Western politics. Feminism is the strongest Schelling Point of the progressive system, the indestructible idea that will bury us all. Again Houellebecq is provided right all along.
Anyway, let me do what I do best and introduce a funny story I saw in a Chinese website. It’s unrelated only if you want it to.
I was born and raised in a small village in Henan, in central China. In some of the neighboring villages there are some Muslims (the Hui people, Chinese-speaking Muslims), and since I was a kid the adults in the village always told us kids the we should never go to Muslim villages, as the Muslims liked to beat up Han-Chinese kids. I was a small child and didn’t really understand what that was all about.
I remember when I was in first grade, in the spring, I went to the hills to get some edible wild herbs (when I was a kid I loved eating wild herbs with noodles), and I bumped into a Muslim herding his sheep into the wheat fields of our family. His sheep were eating up all our wheat! I was furious, I went up there to tell him to stop, but the Muslim herder beat me up very hard. Then he just said he was going to get his sheep to eat all our wheat, and that if I tried to stop them again he’d bring his buddies from his village and would beat up our whole family.
I went back home and told my parents. They were really scared, they didn’t dare go confront the Muslim herder. I asked my parents: “why are we so scared of the Muslims?”. My father answered: “Because when a Muslim gets into a fight with a Han, he goes into his mosque, the imam from the mosque then grabs the loudspeaker in the mosque and calls up all the Muslim men in the village to go beat us up. We have few men in our family, we can’t possibly beat them in a fight. So all we can do is give up and let their sheep eat up our wheat.”
I remember that this kind of things happened quite often in the village, and it often ended in Muslims and Han fighting. But most often it was the Han who lost, because they had less men to call up for help.