He shrugged as if to say, “This is Korea—get used to it” and went back into the kitchen.

If you’d have told me in mid-July that I’d still be sifting through cheesy renditions of his tune in late-December given flight by tonedeaf Wastelanders who are completely incapable of picking up on the song’s satirical venom—including a highly-public performance featuring PRC violinists paying tribute and quick cutaways to corrupt nouveau riche fucktards flailing in the aisles like complete assholes during a concerto—then I’d have shit in my hat and called you a liar.

Granted the road to better East Asian relations may be paved by the Korean Wave—it’s a good sign, I guess, that China is (and has been) becoming part of the pop culture zeitgeist—but I still want to punch all of these people in the face.