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Posted by MyLaowai on Tuesday, August 2, 2011
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Posted by MyLaowai on Tuesday, August 2, 2011
Some people just have it easy, I guess. Take people from Britain (the only country that is Great), for example: there are hundreds of thousands of family names in use. Or the United States of Awesome (as they refer to themselves), which is home to even more, although I am the first to admit that some of them are a bit weird and quite a lot are Spanish. Yup, when it comes to family names, some places are blessed indeed. And it’s the same for first names – hell, most countries have so many names available that many parents are able to give their children a middle name as well! I even knew a bloke who had two middle names!
But not everyone is so fortunate. If you’re Hebrew (which is Phoenician), for instance, then you don’t have any written vowels. Which sucks, quite frankly. It sucks bad. Why? Because you are very limited in the names you have available to you. Sorry about that. But it isn’t any better if you’re Welsh, because then you not only have no vowels, you also come from Wales. Yeah, I know. I’m sorry. Sixty-eight percent of all Russians are called “Boris“, “Mikhail“, “Svetlana“, “Viktoria“, “Olga“, “Ekaterina“, “Yuliya“, or “Alina“. Some Eastern European countries are in fact so short of vowels that the citizens have to queue for days just to get temporary use of one, and their governments impose rationing and tight restrictions on how they can be used, in order to prevent unnecessary wear and tear.
On the other hand, being poor isn’t always a bad thing, and even the poorest people in these poor nations can usually make do with improvised names. What may appear to you and I to be a collection of letters left over at the end of a game of Scrabble, might very well be used by an imaginative Welshman or Pole to create a proper family name, for instance.
But the people I really feel sorry for, the ones who really do have a problem with an under-supply of names, are the Chinese. A billion-and-a-half of the blighters, and the merest handful of names shared between the lot of them. Most villages are so short of family names that they all share the same one, which is nice if you don’t want to have to change your name when you get married (to your cousin, for instance), but it can be a real problem otherwise. Even the very rich are gripped in the poverty of not having enough names to go around: if you are a Li, Chen, Huang, Zhang, Wang, Chou or Liu, then you know what I’m talking about. And if you are Chinese, then you are a Li, Chen, Huang, Zhang, Wang, Chou or Liu, because those are your only choices.
It’s not a lot better for first names, either. In fact, it’s even worse. Chinese people don’t have any first names. Their parents (or the Party) simply name them after the first thing that pops into their tiny minds, such as “Ice Ice” or “Defend The Country” or “Gold Set” for instance. In desperation, many Chinese people use English words to give themselves an approximation of identity or uniqueness – “Volcano”, for instance, or “Lily”, “Echo”, and even “Potato” are all common. Names that would be used by strippers in Las Vegas are all-too-common as well, but perhaps there’s another reason for that.
We in the mighty West sometimes forget how fortunate we are. We have an abundance, a surfeit, a vast plethora, a giant, swelling, rich prosperousness of names – easily enough for everyone. Enough for everyone to have three, five, eight, as many, in fact, as we can remember. Just ask “Adolph Blaine Charles Daivid Earl Frederick Gerald Hubert Irvin John Kenneth Lloyd Martin Nero Oliver Paul Quiney Randolph Sherman Uncas William Xerxes Yancy Zeus Wolfeschlegelsteinhausenbergerdorft Senior“, if you don’t believe me.
The people of poor China, however, are not so fortunate, and it is our moral obligation, our solemn duty, to help them. Let us, therefore, once again take up the White Man’s Burden and bring Enlightenment to the Dark Places of the world. MyLaowai is calling on you to donate names for the Chinese to use. We are not asking you to give until it hurts, only what you can spare and won’t miss. Be honest folks, we all have enough, indeed we have more than enough. Show why it is that we are better than anyone else by giving generously in this most worthy of causes.
Thank you. Thank you so much.
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Posted by MyLaowai on Wednesday, July 27, 2011
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Discount: 20% off the base price subtotal, no minimums
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Discount: 35% off the base price subtotal of $50+
Dates: Today, July 26 – Saturday, July 30
Disclaimer: Please enter coupon code TooHot OR forHoodies before completing checkout. Discount is applied to the base price and does not include shipping, taxes, or additional charges. This offer may not be combined with other offers. Orders under this promotion may be delayed beyond normal estimates. Coupons valid from 7/26/2011 to 7/30/2011 11:59 pm Mountain Time (which is in the overseas Chinese territory of the U.S.A.).
Oh, and I really do feel I should point this out – until recently they wouldn’t deliver to addresses in China. Sorry, but that’s just the way it was. I did ask and they said something about how every single order they’ve ever had from China involved the fraudulent use of a stolen credit card, and that Chinese Customs were in the habit of stealing the shipments for their own personal use, or words to that effect. So, sorry. That said, they have made some changes recently, so you could try your luck now. But would you want anything delivered to China that doesn’t arrive on a ballistic arc? I mean, really?
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Posted by MyLaowai on Saturday, July 23, 2011
Breaking News: One of China’s much-loved and very development high-speed ‘Harmonious‘ trains has just de-railed, whilst on a bridge. Either the train was copied badly (likely), or the rails were laid badly (probable), or the bridge was built badly (guaranteed). I am a bit worried about this event for two reasons:
1. There might be foreigners on board. That would be Bad.
2. I’ve been asked to do a regular piece for a well-known publication. I was going to call it “When Escalators Attack“, but now I may have to change the name to “When Trains Attack“, which is more topical, if not quite as snappy. I guess I could always call it “Taiwan is still safe“.
I guess someone was telling a porky when he said that Chinese trains are better than Japanese, French or German trains.
Update: Not only was the whole debacle typical of the way things are built here, it now appears that the train was rear-ended by another bullet train as well. So obviously the following driver was as good as any other driver in this poxy Land. Chinese trains: an ignominious failure, and a complete and utter fiasco from start to finish. Serves you right, Chinese people, for stealing technology you aren’t capable of comprehending.
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Posted by MyLaowai on Friday, July 22, 2011
Downstairs, near the entrance to my building, there is a pile of stinking, rotting, filthy garbage. Sometimes it opens the gate but usually it just sits there, sleeping, although it generally stirs thrice a day to eat a bowl of rice. Now, quite honestly I don’t care whether the gate guard is sleeping or not, because I’ve yet to meet any ‘worker’ in China who works at all, and in some cases the more they sleep the less harm they cause. But, now that summer is here, they do start to pong a bit. And this is a problem, because they attract that most accursed of Nature’s creations: the housefly.
Obviously, there are solutions. But with inflation in China running at 15-20% pectin is becoming expensive – my Jamboy is now costing me nearly a dollar a week! Plus I’ve had to make a second one to keep the flies off the Aston. However did they manage in the old days, I wonder?
Bloody flies. I hate them. But the simple fact is that the locals attract them, and there’s nothing to be done about it except pray for nuclear war. Which I do. Every day, in fact. But enough chit-chat about my eternal optimism, today’s essay concerns flies.
It’s a little-known but obviously true fact that the housefly is, in actual fact, a reincarnated Chinese. That’s right, Johnny Wang risen from the dead to plague us foreigners in yet another of his accursed guises. Don’t believe me? Then check out this scientific evidence:
You see what I mean? And it explains the constant buzzing as well as the the risk of disease. Oh, sure, some of you will say that reincarnation is a myth dreamed up by fools and buffoons and that it is merely the by-product of a disturbed religious mind, but that doesn’t alter the fact that it’s true, does it? I’ve watched those detect-a-ghost shows on the Discovery Channel, you know, and my standards of evidence are far more exacting.
This is why, when I go out, I take a can of anti-local disinfectant with me. It’s my own special recipe, containing a mixture of DDT, lead arsenate, blitz-fog, and Zyklon-B. It’s doesn’t actually affect the locals in any way, shape, or form, because when compared with the air, food and water, it’s really more of a mild nuisance than a cure, but when used in conjunction with the large walking stick I carry it can sometimes be effective in keeping them at a distance. And it does keep the reincarnated ones from getting too comfortable.
I hope this has been of some small benefit to you. After all, I am here to help. And now, I’m off to beat a coolie and fix myself a Gin & Tonic…

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Posted by MyLaowai on Tuesday, July 19, 2011

Amid the flurry of activity from other countries laying claim to the vast reserves of the Arctic, no-one has noticed China’s claim.
Around the 15th Century, China of course not only circumnavigated the pole, on a daring sea journey led by famous explorer Po La, whose name was later used to name this area, but also settled there. The Eskimos are direct descendants of these Chinese. Have a close look. Flat faces, flat noses, dark yellow skin, black hair and eyes… and adhere to the belief that Budweiser is a great beer.
So, once this claim hits the court, it will be the first time since Mongolia was ceded that China will have territorial disputes to the North, South, East and West. Pesky Ruskies haven’t been pulling their weight in the ancient game of “Let’s see who can slap the sleeping giant the hardest with no retribution”.
More’s the pity.
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Posted by MyLaowai on Friday, July 15, 2011
Do you feel tired, listless, and depressed?
You must be Jiang Zemin.
(who hasn’t been dead since the middle of last year)
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Posted by MyLaowai on Friday, July 15, 2011
A Chinese man decides to move to Australia after 50 years of living in Shanghai. He buys a small piece of land near to Mt Isa.
A few days after moving in, the friendly Aussie neighbour decides to go across and welcome the new guy to the region, but on his way up the drive-way he sees the Chinese man running around his front yard chasing about ten hens. Not wanting to interrupt these ‘Chinese customs’, he decides to put the welcome on hold for the day.
The next day, he decides to try again, but just as he is about to knock on the front door, he looks through the window and sees the Chinese man urinate into a glass and then drink it.
Not wanting to interrupt another ‘Chinese custom’, he decides to put the welcome on hold for yet another day. A day later he decides to give it one last go, but on his way next door, he sees the Chinese man lead a bull down the drive-way, pause, and then put his head next to the bull’s bum.
The Aussie bloke can’t handle this, so he goes up to the Chinese man and says “Jeez Mate, what the hell is it with your Chinese customs?
I come over to welcome you to the neighbourhood, and see you running around the yard after hens. The next day you are pissing in a glass, and drinking it, and then today you have your head so close to that bull’s bum, it could just about shit on you.”
The Chinese man is very taken back and says “Solly sir, you no understand, these no Chinese customs I doing, these Australian Customs.”
“What do you mean mate?” says the Aussie, “Those aren’t Australian customs.”
“Yes they are, man at travel agent tell me” replied the Chinese man. “He say to become true Australian, I learn to chase chicks, drink piss, and listen to bull-shit.”
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Posted by MyLaowai on Saturday, July 9, 2011
It takes the average human twenty fours hours to turn food into shit.
It takes the average Chinese cook less than twelve minutes to do the same.
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