Chinese have ever been this way. Ever since the female state, the feminine tyranny of gossip, which spells the death of every culture, machinated its way into power by controlling the Emperor’s harem—and thus we see how lust destroys states and men!—by controlling his lust, the female menstrual period of insecure and neurotic revolution has ravaged the Chinese psyche innumerable times. Following this, of course, is the equally godless period of preening and narcissism and indecency which accompanies the iron rule of dynastic societal slavemasters, the Emperors, the home-grown Musselmans whom the feminine-minded Chinese are desperate to dominate them to feel secure and safe! But then the period of shittesting begins anew...and no Emperor will last long! The high of tyranny will always tweak out, and yet China is addicted to the drug of tyranny, and will forever be dependent on the highs and lows that constitute the Mandate of Heaven. What is the alternative? Sustainable growth and an end to starvation? An end to short-sightedness? A beginning to personal responsibility FOR THE COMMUNITY and not just for one’s clan, that brand of mini-race that emphasizes even more the Chinese obsession for racialism? A start for empathy and altruism? The Chinese nose turns up at these concepts. The Chinese psyche recoils like a rat out of the dark, and scampers away into the INTERIOR LIFE of emptiness that they have set up for themselves, and which you can SEE in their sharkish eyes should you dare to look into that abyss. Looking into the eyes of a Chinese is like a psychedelic. But be careful of unearned wisdom. How much innocence is lost by the ingenu that be the expat, accustomed to the West’s magnanimity, when he is confronted by the soullessness and sadism at the heart of Chinese culture, and which is kept hidden so often so long by the members of that treacherous and dissimulating race!