Defacing Rita Fan and other inappropiate thoughts

Awaiting a Democratic Hong Kong

I confess:

Each day as I walk pass Rita Fan’s posters and banners that line the walk home. I have little fantasies of sticking a cigarette right in her face.

I am truly dissappointed that my hairdresser has decided to vote DAB because he feels that being “one” with the motherland will give us stability. I secretly think that is why I got a really bad haircut this time around because I laughed and went, “You’re got to be kidding? Have you lost your mind?”

I did give the finger to the Rita Fan loud speaker car the other day. It was noisy and she was annoying me.

I think Yu Yuk May is a bitch, as I spent half an hour talking to her the other day. But I have to admit she is smart and have a lot of important and interesting things to say when she isn’t talking to me one on one. She REALLY needs to be able to tell me what are the main points that differenciate between her and the Democratic party other than “I am an independent so I don’t have to vote with party line.” I think it’s lacking in political acumen when you can’t answer that question, even if I asked it four times.

Sometimes I think maybe food establishments should be banned from expressing their political affliation through posters. Coz eating my neighbourhood noodle shop while looking at Ma Lik’s face on the poster on the wall is really killing my appetite.

I think Mr. Ho really did sleep with a prostitute even if his wife believes he didn’t. But what the hell, I mean, he’s the third guy on the ballot and the democratic party isn’t going to get enough votes to get him a seat in the legislature anyway.

I do think everytime I come across a DAB poster or supporter, they look like they came fresh off the boat.

I think everyone should vote like me.