Awaiting a Democratic Hong Kong
Yesterday I bumped into Martin Lee on the campaign trail, I was touched and excited. Today I would like to throw tomatoes and eggs at the big yellow truck that blasts propaganda cultural revolution-esq “build HK together” songs. I can hear all this even if I am up 18 floors, “Vote for me and Ma Lik lets build HK together!” I think they represent the “Democratic Betterment People Double Speak” Camp. I don’t know actually because I literally shut off when I see that lot on TV, and can’t bear to read about what they have to say because my veins simply pop up outside of my head. Pro-Beijing people. Motherland is great people. I want to check their Hong Kong residency sometimes. Like “Have you lived here for over seven years?” “Are you truly a Hong Kong resident? Because you don’t sound like one of us at all!!!”
I don’t know how my neighbours feel about it, but this is a old neighbourhood, which means nearly everyone here has been in Hong Kong for a very long time, the old people probably swam across the border to get away from the Communist government. I am sure they don’t like this as much as I don’t like this. Phhrrrr. Even the laundry downstairs has put up a democratic party poster on their wall next to the picture of Jackie Cheung they took when he was there.
The only time I have heard these type of songs blasted from a truck was in Vietnam in a commune. There they didn’t really have a choice. Well we don’t really have a choice either. But my god, I hope they lose by a huge landslide. I mean seriously a few jingles is not going to make me change my mind or anyone else for that matter.
Do you think if I dropped an egg or two from my window, they would be able to find me??
(Yes)
Yan Sham-Shackleton Online 
Oh, my God!
It seems that these things still happen… I was reading this kind of things in a book by T. Terzano, an Italian reporter who lived in Asia for about 25 years… (he lived 5 yrs in China too, before being kicked out after some kind of reeducation in Beijing in 1984)
It appeared to be a typical technique adopted in Xinjiang and other border regions but it was the 50s… (well, also in Italy we have an unpleasant political battering on tv, but it isn’t so explicit!)
Ahh, Glutter,
I’m trying hard to be allowed to come and work in Shanghai, so i’m reading around blogs and other stuff about China – and i’m slowly sipping your post, Which are really enjoyable!
Thanks a lot
eddo
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Oh, my God!
It seems that these things still happen… I was reading this kind of things in a book by T. Terzano, an Italian reporter who lived in Asia for about 25 years… (he lived 5 yrs in China too, before being kicked out after some kind of reeducation in Beijing in 1984)
It appeared to be a typical technique adopted in Xinjiang and other border regions but it was the 50s… (well, also in Italy we have an unpleasant political battering on tv, but it isn’t so explicit!)
Ahh, Glutter,
I’m trying hard to be allowed to come and work in Shanghai, so i’m reading around blogs and other stuff about China – and i’m slowly sipping your post, Which are really enjoyable!
Thanks a lot
eddo
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