Communist Party in China

The Party: The Secret World of China’s Communist Rulers (Richard Mcgregor) The notion of a party controlling the government, especially when the same party effectively is the government, remains conceptually difficult for many to grasp. ==========

Chinese Create a Counterfeit US Dorrar-

I am wasting too much time on this site. I dont like photoshop creations but this is a great place,
www.freakingnews.com

Chinese Take Over US Currency

Hilarious photo from myfreakingnews.com

The photo is a China’fied US 100 dollar bill. Its a mixture of Mao and Franklin.

Mao Franklin, the little known half brother of Ben. Father of the “Budda Belly Wood Stove”

Chinese Democracy

Conversing with a Beijing Cabbie-Pride and Prejudice

I love Beijing cabbies, I know they are much maligned and can be abrupt, but to me they are efficient and trustworthy if not brutally honest.
The other day I had a great conversation with a typical cabbie. He was 55 and a Beijinger (Beijing cabbies must have Beijing huoko or citizenship.) The guy has a son who lives in Bejing and is married.
When asking him what he thinks of Mao, he said the guy was the saviour of China. He thinks Deng xioa ping was a turd and the current ruling party are theives. He said that Beijing currently has too many non-Beijingers, both foreign and domestic and wishes we would all leave. He said that black skinned people never pay the full fare, ie. if its 48 rmb, they will pay only 40 or merely run off.
He does not believe that Chinese women should date foreigners and thinks the French are rude. Although he feels its ok for foreigners to visit China, he thinks they should not spend too much time here as it is not their country.
I thanked him for his honesty and learned much in our discussion. Although his comments cannot be stretched to equate to a general understanding of how the typical Chinese think, I would bet he was not too far off the mark.
I really do enjoy Beijing cabbies.

Whites Blacks and Yellows- Darwinism And China

Chinese, at least those who are willing to speak to me about such things, believe the following. Chinese are more advanced as a species, blacks are the least advanced and whites lie in the middle (no doubt they believe we are closer to blacks on the evolutionary scale). The reason for their belief is that Chinese have frail bodies, less body hair, and almost no body odor. They claim that the huge hips and chests of black women prove they are less advanced, and whites, while less robust, are also closer to the animalistic builds of those with black skin. They also consider the shape of their heads, propped onto their skinny bodies, while looking like a lollipop, are actually indicative of a higher life form.

Public Pisser in China- via Mrtao.com

Here is a shot of a very uncommon site in China. I was surfing the net and came across it so will post it.

from here

(photo by moi)

The Empire of Lies- Guy Sorman on China

Below is an excerpt of a book about China. For some reason I cannot get it from Amazon.

Guy Sorman

The twenty-first century will not belong to China.

The Western press is full of stories these days on China’s arrival as a superpower, some even heralding, or warning, that the future may belong to her. Western political and business delegations stream into Beijing, confident of China’s economy, which continues to grow rapidly. Investment pours in. Crowning China’s new status, Beijing will host the 2008 Summer Olympics.

But China’s success is, at least in part, a mirage. True, 200 million of her subjects, fortunate to be working for an expanding global market, increasingly enjoy a middle-class standard of living. The remaining 1 billion, however, remain among the poorest and most exploited people in the world, lacking even minimal rights and public services. Popular discontent simmers, especially in the countryside, where it often flares into violent confrontation with Communist Party authorities. China’s economic “miracle” is rotting from within.

The Party’s primary concern is not improving the lives of the downtrodden; it seeks power more than it seeks social development. It expends extraordinary energy in suppressing Chinese freedoms—the media operate under suffocating censorship, and political opposition can result in expulsion or prison—even as it tries to seduce the West, which has conferred greater legitimacy on it than do the Chinese themselves.

The West’s tendency to misread China dates back to the seventeenth century, when French and Italian Jesuit travelers formed stereotypes that clutter our minds even today. We learned then—or thought we learned—that the Chinese were not like us. They had no religion, and the notion of freedom was alien to them. They naturally gravitated toward enlightened despotism, as embodied by the philosopher-emperor. Such misconceptions link up across time: Voltaire sang the praises of the Mandarins, wishing a similar elite class could rule Europe; leftist intellectuals in the sixties and seventies celebrated the heroism of Mao Zedong; and today’s business elites happily go along with the Communist propaganda that democracy and free speech are contrary to the Chinese ethos.

Yet with enough patience and will, one can plunge into the real China. Since 1967, I have visited the country regularly, and I spent all of 2005 and part of 2006 traveling through her teeming cities as well as her innermost recesses, where few Westerners go. I make no claim to know China fully, an impossibly ambitious task. I merely want to record the words and impressions of some exceptional Chinese men and women, who mostly suffer in silence, raising when they can the demand for a free nation—a “normal” nation.

Before the totalitarian reign of Mao Zedong and his immediate successors, never in human history had an entire nation been under such intense surveillance. The Chinese not only had to speak alike; they had to think alike. The Communist Party regulated every aspect of private life. In the sixties, it even sought to anesthetize all feeling, commanding hundreds of millions of Chinese to repeat mindlessly the slogan of the day; one of Mao’s sayings would have to preface any “personal conversation.” A few second-rate books were the only permissible reading material, and eight revolutionary operas provided the sole entertainment. Placed everywhere—city squares, railway stations, factories, and offices—Party loudspeakers blared martial music from dawn to dusk, making it physically impossible for people to speak or think. The state imprisoned and killed untold numbers of its subjects.

Things have obviously changed, much for the better. China is no longer totalitarian. Yet the 60-million-member Communist Party, if subtler, remains cruel and omnipresent. When I met Madam Ding Zilin at the Golden Carp Café, I had to lean in close to listen. In Beijing, true privacy is only possible in such a public place. Ding Zilin felt that the security agents who shadow her every movement wouldn’t be able to record her confidences above the noisy laughter and the clamor of the waitresses moving to and fro.

Beijing Is Moving to Keep Non-Beijingers Out

Shocker Alert US Business Discriminated Against in China