I’m not going to call this racist because it’s the holidays and we’re all having fun, but some of these tweets are pretty borderline. Also, Angry Asian Man can do it for us:
https://twitter.com/angryasianman/status/283408359128969217
Merry Christmas indeed, everyone — wherever you’re spending this day that may or may not mean anything to you.
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In Beijing, 20 Million People Pretend to Live :: 在北京，有2000万人假装在生活 (full translation)
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Just one creature was stirring, a kid with a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that Chinese St Nick soon would be there.
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of casual racism danced in their heads.
And mamma in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled our brains for a long winter’s fap.
When out on the lot there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The diode screen on the breast of the new-fallen soot
Gave the lustre of midday to the Party underfoot.
When, what to my bloodshot eyes should appear,
But a gas-guzzling sleigh, and eight men to fear.
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be Chinese St Nick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and spat, and called them by name!
“Now Jinping! now, Keqiang! now, Dejiang and Zhengsheng!
On, Yunshan! On, Qishan! on, Gaoli and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!”
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky.
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of joys, and Chinese St Nick too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney Chinese St Nick came with a bound.
He was dressed all in black, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot.
A bundle of gizmos he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.
His eyes-how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like hongbao, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the stink of baijiu rose from below
The stump of a cig he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath.
He had a sour face and a little round belly,
That shook when he coughed, like a bowlful of jelly!
He was chubby and plump, a right rotten old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself!
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had something to dread.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And emptied the stockings, then turned with a jerk.
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And blowing a lot, a snotrocket arose!
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he drove out of sight,
“Bam Humbug to all, and to all a rotten night!”
None of those are even slightly racist. Asians do put a strong emphasis on maths, not so much on road safety.
As a non-Asian I can barely figure out the Beijing Cream captchas. = /
if Satan were dyslexic he would give presents.
None of those were even remotely funny.