10/13/23 - I was the most surprised by my niece. I didn’t think that I would’ve terrified her too.
From a blogger with an American IP: “I met my friend Liu this morning. He’s working at the world’s biggest company right now, mostly in the IT department. The focus of my post today is about Liu’s experience since coming to America.
Liu is from Hunan, graduated with his Bachelor’s from Beijing Institute of Technology, one of the legendary “Chinese Department of Defense Pipelines”. The last time Liu went back to China was in 2018.
In 2019, Trump came out with an executive order which limited graduates from eight universities from entering the US. From May of 2020, the executive order came into effect. Unless a future American President withdraws this order, it’ll forever be in effect.
Liu explains that this executive order was made in light of the 2021 election, a part of the election package that Trump had prepared. Most Americans have no idea what’s up with these schools, they just figured, “fuck them all.” Actually, banning graduates from these universities has no legal basis at all. It’s very unreasonable.
I asked Liu, “So do you have legal status in America right now?”
Liu said, “Yeah, because I came over in 2015. Trump’s executive order isn’t really a law, per se. It can only affect USCIS. It can’t affect whether or not American universities choose to accept your application. The problem is now, even if you got an offer from an American university, you couldn’t get an American student visa…”
Due to this policy, Liu hasn’t went back to China in the six years since 2018. He said, “After covid, a lot of my friends went back to China, but because of my legal status problem, I can’t go back. Because as soon as I go back to China, I won’t be able to come back to America.”
I asked, “So if you want to stay in America, how long do you have to wait?”
Liu said, “It’s up to luck. I have to try the lottery every year (25% chance), to get a work visa. If I fail several years in a row, I could try to stay as the spouse of my wife (who has a work visa).”
Basically, it’s pretty complicated.”
Comments say, “It’s not that he couldn’t come back to China, it’s that he wouldn’t. He has to stay. Now his country is America.”
“He just wants to have his cake and eat it too.”
“Everyone’s too prejudiced against students who studied abroad. On an individual level, it doesn’t matter much where you live. So long as you can make enough money to support yourself and your family. You can’t deny that for kiddos who are super smart but don’t have any connections, it’s a lot easier to become successful overseas.”
A tiktok video showing how hotpot soup base is made:
It starts with big blocks of butter. then green onions and cilantro, and onions and garlic. Once it’s fragrant, it’s removed from the butter, and about 80 pounds of ginger is added. Then soy bean sauce, 300 pounds of chilli peppers, thousands of dollars of Sichuan peppercorn, beer. The mix of spices is anise seed, tsaoko, Chinese liquorice, Siam cardamom, galangal, lemon grass, Periploca sepium, orange peel, clove, something called Bibo (碧波) that I cannot find the English name of, lesser galangal, cinnamon, Amomum villosum, coriander, gardenia, cumin, Wurfbainia villosa, vanilla, hawthorn berry, rose-apple, fennel, bayleaf, all soaked in baijiu. Then, sugar is added, and more baijiu. Then it’s poured out and packaged.
Comments say, “Isn’t this pre-cooked food also?”
“See? This is why you can never make tasty hotpot using precooked soup bases.”
“Oh my god, I can already smell how tasty it is.”
“Based on the background music, you’d think they were making a rocket.”
“What’s interesting is that because the Russian-Ukraine War and the Israel-Palestine conflict are so one-sided, there’s no such thing as neutrality when it comes to the international community. For example, with the Russian-Ukraine War, if you try to “stay neutral”, that’s basically the same thing as being on Russia’s side. Staying out of the Israel-Palestine conflict is basically the same thing as being on Israel’s side. So we can make a quadrant based on that.
Currently:
America, Europe, Britain clearly support Ukraine and support Israel—makes sense in terms of their politics and history.
Some middle eastern country support Ukraine and basically supports Israel—they’re in leagues with America, so it’s kind of obvious.
Most middle eastern countries, like Iran basically supports Russia and clearly supports Palestine—because they hate America. The logic makes sense.
China basically supports Russia, clearly supports Palestine—trying our hardest to maintain fairness and justice while prioritising our own needs.
Certain grassroots movements: clearly supports Ukraine and Palestine—respectable anti-war movements.
India: supports Russia and Israel—will give up their reputation for a little bit of short-term profit, drawing the hate of both the western world and Islam. But maybe they’re just social darwinists or something.”
Comments say, “Indians are like that—incompetent and yet extremely eager. They like to take shortcuts every time.”
“India never disappoints. They’re always the weidest ones.”
“Or maybe India just also has historical conflicts with Islam.”
[Warning: Animal abuse and child abuse ahead. Skip to the next line break if you’re uncomfortable.]
The same askreddit question as yesterday, “Do you believe in natural bad seeds?”
This time, it’s a different answer, “This reminds me of last year around New Years. I put up a barbecue rack in front of my house to make barbecue for my niece. My neighbour’s eight year old son came over and told me to give him all the meat, or else he’ll stab me with a knife. I don’t know who taught him, but he knew that underage people can commit murder and not go to jail. When I saw him come over, I was already going to give him a piece of meat. But once I heard what he said, I ignored him. Didn’t think much of it. After all, he’s just a little kid.
Then after a while, I felt something hit me from behind and felt a sharp pain. I looked back, and the kid was holding a firewood axe. Since I was wearing a super thick winter coat, it didn’t actually get to my flesh. Just cut a rip in my clothes. In that moment, my hair stood on end and I got covered in a cold sweat.
I jumped up and grabbed this kid’s clothes and threw him on the ground. I picked up the axe and pressed it against his neck. He didn’t panic at all, just kept swearing at me with words I couldn’t even bring myself to say. I stood up and stomped on his foot a couple of times, and he started screaming and crying.
The adults who were playing cards inside heard and came out and saw me stomping on him, and asked me what I was doing. I told them what happened, and the kid was still cursing at me while crying. I got mad, so I pulled him up by his hair and slapped him in the face a couple of times. His parents tried to come over, and I said if they took one more step forward, I would break his hand. Then I put the axe to his neck again and told him to kneel down and apologise to me. He wouldn’t do it.
What infuriated me the most was his dog. Ran over and bit me in the leg without hesitation. And the brat was screaming the whole time, “Tear her up! Tear her up!”
I was only wearing one layer of thin jeans. So when the dog bit down and shook his head, I started bleeding right away. I had no idea how they were raising this dog.
That’s when I completely lost rationality. The dog wouldn’t let go of my leg, so I grabbed him by his collar, pressed his head against my leg so he couldn’t keep tearing. I didn’t pull him away, because this kind of country dog never let go once they had a bite of you. With my other hand, I hacked into the dog’s head with the axe. The dog’s brains splattered all over my face. He was completely dead before I could pull his teeth out of me. It was a strong dog. If I’d backed away at all, it would’ve ripped a chunk of flesh off of me.
My niece was collapsed on the floor too afraid to move, hiding her eyes.
I was so furious at the time that I just had to vent on something, so I kicked the dead dog in front of the kid, and pulled the dog’s guts out with my bare hands. That’s when I finally started to feel better and rationality started to return to me.
When the kid’s parents saw how mad i was, they didn’t even dare to come over, afraid of triggering me into attacking their son next.
My parents and relatives knew what happened, and not a single person came forward to stop me.
After I was done ripping the dog’s insides out, I used my bloody hands to grab the kid’s face and calmly told him, “You can only use the Underage Minor Protection Law to threaten me, but I’m different. I won’t threaten you. I’m just telling you the truth when I say that i don’t really care about my life. I’ve had enough to living anyways. My sister can take care of my parents. But as far as I know, you’re an only child. If I want to, I can pick any day and sharpen a knife and come over ot your house and kill your parents and your grandparents, and pull their insides out in front of you just like this dog. Then I’ll peel their faces off and sew it onto you with a needle, and crush the bones in your hand sand feet and cut your tendons. Then I’ll leave you alive, to live out the rest of your life as a cripple. Do you think I care about the law?”
From the moment I started ripping into the dog, the kid’s been paralysed on the ground, crying silent tears, too afraid to make a sound, just shaking. He’d peed on himself too. I grinned.
After wards, my sister told me that my face was covered in blood and brains. When I grinned, I looked like some kind of movie monster. Even she couldn’t get over it for a couple of days, much less the kid.
As soon as I let go, the kid collapsed and fell to his knees, and while everyone was still shocked, I went and washed my hands and calmed myself down. The whole time, my hands were shaking.
After I was done washing my hands, his parents finally got their wherewithal, and his dad came over to fight me. That pissed my dad and my brother off, and they went over and tackled the dad to the ground.
I didn’t move, just kept wiping my hands clean. I told him, “You better not taunt me. You can hit me, sure. But if you lift even a finger against me, you’d better make sure to kill me. Otherwise, you’d better watch yourself from now on, because you’ll never know when you’ll lose your head. I’m not a little kid after all.”
My mom wiped off my face with a towel and urged my dad to take me to a hospital. The kid sat on the ground, and his mom couldn’t even pull him up.
The dad got intimidated off with my words. After all, he saw how I killed that dog. Shitty peasants from poor rural villages are the most afraid of death, and I definitely totally looked like a serial killer at the time. My leg is covered in dog bites. My hands have defensive wounds from fighting the dog.
And even if they called the cops, they were at fault to begin with.
And there’s not really much more to that story. My dad took me to the hospital and got me rabies shots and bandaging.
My parents were mad as fuck, especially my dad. He couldn’t imagine what would have happened if the kid had swung that axe at my head instead.
After the New Year, I’ll be going back to Beijing. My grandma says that the kid ended up with quite the case of PTSD. He won’t talk, hasn’t gone to school for half a year, cries at the slightest noise, starts shaking the moment he sees a dog. And his parents can’t really tell people why. And my parents just snorted and said he had it coming.
I was the most surprised by my niece. I didn’t think that I would’ve terrified her too. I spent my New Year’s break doing nothing except trying to make her feel better. But from that point on, even at her worst rebellious stage, as soon as I look at her, she immediately starts doing whatever it is she’s supposed to be doing. Doesn’t dare to say a word to me, terrified of making me mad. Kinda makes me want to laugh.
I don’t have a chance in hell of finding a wife around my village anymore. Before, all the matchmakers would crowd around whenever I went back home to try to set up a match. Now, they’d rather introduce wives to the village retard. No one has anything to say when it comes to me.
Because they were too shy to ask my family about the details of what went down. And the family with the kid wouldn’t really say what happened. So rumours went circling around, until everyone thought I’d actually murdered someone and had done time in jail.”
Comments say, “I don’t know if it’s true or made up, but damn, that was a cathartic read.”
“There are some really bad little kids out there, but it’s probably still due to family influence.”
“It’s true, there’s a three year old in my community who strangled a kitten to death. On purpose. The more the kitten cried, the happier he got.”
A tiktok video of a black girl applying makeup:
Comments say, “See, this kind of black girl is super pretty. What the hell did they hire to play the Little Mermaid?”
“Perfect proof that so long as your skin is smooth and flawless, on matter what colour it is, you’re pretty. Even if you’re green.”
“I’ve always been curious why African ladies always shave their head bald?”
“An internet comment suggested the following policy for helping China raise its birth rate.
If you don’t have any kids, you can only start getting social security at 70 years old (unless you can’t have kids. And IVF should be covered by insurance)
If you have one kid, you start getting social security at 65 years old.
If you have two kids, you start getting social security at 60 years old.
If you have three kids, you start getting social security at 55 years old.
If you have four kids, you start getting social security at 50 years old.
The benefits to these policies are:
If you don’t have kids, you’ve got nothing to do once you’re retired anyways. And you didn’t fulfil your responsibility towards China’s population, so you have to make more of a personal contribution.
If you have lots of kids, retiring early can let you help your kids take care of their kids, and your retirement money can help your children, solving the problem of childcare, creating a positive loop for population increase.
Stimulates people’s desire to have kids, and prevent ageing population. Makes the economy much healthier.
If this policy was instituted, would you have more kids? Leave you opinion below, let’s discuss this. Personally, I feel like, this is a load of horseshit.”
Comments say, “If this law got passed, I would never pay into social security again.”
“Back in the 80s and 90s, the government gave out land every five years. Everyone wanted more land, so everyone in the countryside were having tons of kids. Then, after they changed it giving out land every 25 years, people stopped having kids as much. Now, medical insurance is basically an enormous individual tax, so of course it’s going to bring birth rates down.”
“If you gave out a house as a reward for every kid, I’ll have as many kids as you like.”
I think bibo is called just called long pepper or pippali!
Wouldn't that be lard not butter for the hotpot soup base?