The Supreme First-Ever Brilliantly Divine Political Master of All Time

2008/1/3 16:33:13

Got things to do tonight, so posting the article early. Signing off, goodbye.

Yesterday I said that Old Man Mao was the first-ever brilliantly divine political master of all time. The left wasn't happy, and the right wasn't pleased either.

The left thinks Old Man Mao is a god, first in everything—so naturally first in pottery, Yang-style, He-style, and Li-style too. How could you only mention politics?

The right thinks Old Man Mao is a tyrant, bad at everything, and that their Washington is far superior, and even Bald Chiang wasn't bad. This ID finds it strange—only servants go around acknowledging someone as their "sovereign." By calling Old Man Mao a tyrant, the subtext is that the right considers itself the subjects and servants who were tyrannized. It seems the right trembles at the sight of Old Man Mao. They can't even beat him at a card game. There's clearly a very Freudian reason behind it all, so let's just forgive them.

The right is very Freudian, so let's not provoke them today. Let's provoke the left instead.

Honestly, the only thing about Old Man Mao worth looking at is his achievements in politics and military affairs. As for his calligraphy and poetry, without the packaging of those political and military achievements, they could only be ranked as second or third-rate at best.

In politics, Old Man Mao is indeed the first-ever brilliantly divine political master of all time. However, in this world, where there's a first, there's naturally one who surpasses the first. So who is the supreme, beyond-first, brilliantly divine political master of all time?

He was handsome and dashing, a universally recognized Chinese beauty. He had formidable martial prowess—this is less well-known, but think about it: even if you didn't know the truth, consider that a man who moved freely through the Shanghai Bund under Bald Chiang's butcher's blade—could a mere pretty face pull that off? His drinking capacity was astonishing—this ID likes that. That so-called big drinker who supposedly trained at Shaolin Temple would lose any drinking contest against him. Impressive!

Of course, compared to his political achievements, all the above is nothing. A person's greatness depends on their opponents and the circumstances they face. I ask you: from 1921 onward, through the party's internal storms, national upheavals, and global turbulence, who remained standing at the very pinnacle without ever falling? Apart from him, there was no one. Even Old Man Mao had his moments of frustration, but he never did—everything was always within his grasp. What is this? This is true mastery!

A true master never shows his hand. Old Man Mao was flashy and dramatic, but ultimately never escaped the energy field woven by his cotton-palm technique. The idea that Old Man Mao could gradually ascend to the throne in the 1930s would have been unimaginable without him.

He was certainly the one among his generation who best understood the principles of Chinese medicine. The heart is the sovereign, but it does not occupy the position of Taiji—this is one of the most profound mysteries of Chinese medicine. Few know this principle; even fewer truly understand it; and those who can apply it freely are rarer still. Anyone who can truly apply it freely is an ultra-first-class master.

Old Man Mao was the heart, the sovereign position; while he always occupied the Taiji position—endlessly generating and regenerating. Remarkable! Look at China after 1976—wasn't it still operating within the energy field woven by his cotton-palm technique?

If you can't even see through such a supreme, beyond-first, brilliantly divine political master of all time, you'll never understand politics, and naturally you'll never understand life.

Study some Chinese medicine. The human body is a small world; the world is a large human body. Politics and life are nothing but that little bit of trivial business.