British and American soldiers are rolling in their graves. Egg-rolling. There are men who died horrible deaths because they proudly declared they would NOT, they WOULD NOT cooperate with the fucking Chinks. With the fucking Japs. With the ENEMY. With ANY nation intent on taking over the world and being the economic rulers.
It's not too far to suggest that as they sat in filthy, muddy trenches, and suffered brutal heat and miserable cold, Brits and Americans dreamed of what was waiting for them back home: "Boy, when I get back home, I'll have some fish and chips." "I'll have some of Mom's apple pie."
They didn't think, "It'll be great to have some sushi" or "I'm going to sit down to a big plate of Chow Mein."
It's outrageous that the White Man has been so stupid, so greedy, so corrupt, as to sell out his own people and encourage Japanese cars, Japanese TV sets, Chinese-made computers and clothing...shutting down local factories and throwing good men and women out of work so that the stuff could be made by heathen scum who exploit children and treat everyone like robots. Why didn't anyone stand up and say "Restrict imports. Better to have a higher priced car than not be able to even afford a fucking Toyota."
How revolting, the sell-out that turned New York landmarks into investments for a bunch of inscrutable twats. How disgusting that beloved foods will end up turning a huge profit for people who hate our way of life and have never really disguised their desire for world domination. "We come to learn your ways and then kick you out." Xenophobic? No, it's reality. There's no respect here. It's greed.
"So solly," you'll soon hear, "the botter of Libena will cost you a rot of money more, Joe."
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