https://arthurmeursaultblog.wordpress.com/2016/03/03/panda-hugger-top-trumps/

I feel utterly shameless now.

A better comparison would probably be as follows: an American academic writes books about Egypt’s history and politics without knowing a word of Arabic, after having only spent a few months in Egypt lecturing at the American University of Cairo. Would they be taken seriously? I think now.

“Don’t worry, we have that problem too,”

The lack of Chinese-language ability, whilst being famous in China for things written in Chinese, is something they share with Jacques, Ross, and other China-shills.

Of course, it was agony getting Ross to admit that he can’t actually speak Chinese. Ditto Jacques. But they did basically admit it in the end.

Imagine a French professor incapable of reading or speaking English who has only ever visited the United States temporarily to lecture in French at George Washington, having never actually lived their long term nor ever sampled its media except for listening to French-language VoA, writing a book on the politics, history, culture and economy of the United States.

Imagine them then becoming famous in the United States and elsewhere as an expert on the place, not because of any great insight into that country, but because it suited the US government’s purposes for this to occur.

“Shill” doesn’t even begin to describe it.

Someone really should build a theme park-style condominium complex in Beijing for these Value Takers to live in. Each apartment could be modelled on a gigantic 10:1 scale of Xi Jinping’s bottom. The front door would be Xi’s bumhole, deliberately made slightly smaller so that Martin, John R and John N would have to crawl on their hands and knees to enter. Chairs inside the apartment could be enlarged casts of the Glorious President’s Penis so that each Foreign Idiot could really feel the Party Mouthpiece every time they sit down. Needless to say, there would be no need for internal lighting fixtures since in the eyes of these lickspittles the sun already shines out of President Eleven’s arse.

If I need insight into China’s future, I think I’d rather ask my dog over John Naisbitt. Mr Pies still might shit in the house, but at least it comes from his arse and not his mouth.

(Saying all that though, Doris looks like she might have been a bit of a looker in her youth. Doris, if you’re reading this love, get in touch and I’ll introduce you to some government organs that could really accelerate your career.)