This Girl Must Loudly Applaud Chen Shui-bian's Perverse Actions!

2006/2/27 22:03:55

Entering the Year of the Dog, Chen Shui-bian has started jumping around again, biting whoever he encounters, irritating the Left, Center, and Right alike. The Left and Center being irritated is perfectly normal — after all, it's the Year of the Dog and it's not their turn, so seeing Chen Shui-bian performing as the seasonal act naturally irks them. The Right's irritation is purely because Chen Shui-bian stole their spotlight, thinking: how is this fair? Can different breeds of the same species really be treated differently?

This ID is anti-Left, anti-Right, and anti-Center. What irritates them naturally delights this ID, so I absolutely must loudly applaud Chen Shui-bian's perverse actions! This is not merely for the sake of opposing the Left, Center, and Right — those men simply aren't worth this ID's attention. Nor is this because of some nonsense like "whom the gods wish to destroy they first make mad" — God couldn't even beat Nietzsche, so his words count as farts at best.

Loudly applauding Chen Shui-bian's perverse actions is precisely to make those who still harbor illusions about Chen Shui-bian wake up. With someone like Chen Shui-bian, why bother observing his actions or listening to his words? His words are even more pretentious and incomprehensible than the professional jargon of male ape-men engaged in a certain profession under certain special circumstances; his actions are even more chaotic and hysterical than the special activities of male ape-men in a special industry at special venues. Unless you're watching for the live performance, is there any need to continue observing and listening? For someone like this, clearly exhibiting masochistic tendencies, the best thing is to flatten him — the sooner and harder the better. After all, the sooner and harder you flatten him, the more he'll say "oh yes, oh yes" — and that lets him find release and settle down sooner.

Let Chen Shui-bian's perverse actions keep up with the times in the Year of the Dog — this ID must loudly applaud! In a world of iron and blood, war is not an uncommon choice. A nation that fears war will have no mighty Han or great Tang in its history. Verdi sang "War, war!" in "Il Trovatore," but war is not sung — war is iron and blood. I'll close with an old poem in regulated verse, "The Southeast":

Ten thousand miles southeast, seas hold up the sky; one rift in the golden realm, a hundred and five years.
Unburied dragon-fish blood of ages past and present; phantasmal mirage-smoke at dawn and dusk.
The rise and fall of Chinese and barbarian — I'm shamed to be no Tang hero; amid wind and rain, I think of the worthy Zheng [Chenggong].
A billion in the divine land, rouse yourselves anew; uproot Mount Kunlun and hurl it to fill the waves.