Freedom is wonderful, but it’s important to balance it with responsibility.

Comedian Louis CK famously said as a white man, he could get in a time machine and go back 2000 years and there would be a table and a meal waiting. His black friends wouldn’t go back further than 1980. Remember that black veterans were denied those wonderful 1950s GI Bill benefits of free college and guaranteed low-interest mortgages and business loans, allowing white people to build considerable family wealth that sustains them even today.

My mom was one of a handful of black students enrolled in a state university in 1949. Despite being a straight A student, she was told by professors and her academic counselor that she didn’t belong there, should drop out, get a job as a housekeeper, and have babies. She worked multiple jobs to pay her tuition, walked miles uphill daily to save the nickel bus fare so she could eat lunch, and eventually earned 4 degrees.

When my parents tried to purchase a suburban house in the 50s, the banks, real estate agents, and insurance companies colluded to keep them out of all but the poorest neighborhoods. By 1963, when we were finally allowed to purchase a home in more desirable working-class white area, all the white neighbors fled within months of our arrival as if we harbored the plague.

In 1967, I was denied entry into a second grade classmate’s birthday party at an exclusive county club. The white parents hosting the party who invited me were unware of the segregation policy before booking the event. To their credit, they immediately banded together with other wealthy members to demand I be admitted by threatening to cancel their memberships, so the club relented. They were ashamed to have to explain to their children why the only black kid in the school was being excluded. Ironically, none of the parents had previously questioned why there were no black members until witnessing the racist policy first-hand.

In 1968, I was enrolled as the only black member of the local YMCA summer day camp. On the first day, I noticed that when I got in the swimming pool almost everyone else would get out. Eventually I was accepted and made some friends, who actually beat up another kid who used the n-word in the third-person: the perpetrated had just repeated racist comments he heard at home and didn’t really mean any ill will towards me.

I recounted these stories so others could understand what the good ole days were really like. I had it comparatively easy as a prep school kid in a household of black professionals, compared to the indignities that most black families faced at the time. Despite that, there’s no way I’m going back to the past.

Sir Whiskerton and the Case of the Catnip Commune

Ah, dear reader, prepare yourself for another rollicking adventure in the life of Sir Whiskerton, the farm’s most brilliant (and modest) detective. Today’s tale involves a mischievous new cat named Bacchus, a scheming Lucifer, and a commune-building plot that threatens to turn the farm into a chaotic utopia. What follows is a story filled with laughs, rolls, and a moral that will leave you grinning like a cat who just discovered a field of catnip. So grab your sense of humor and let’s pounce into The Case of the Catnip Commune.


The Mysterious Explorer

It all began on a crisp morning when Sir Whiskerton noticed that one of the farm animals—Buckley the goat—had been acting strangely. Buckley, usually content to climb trees and headbutt fence posts, had been spending an unusual amount of time with Lucifer the chipmunk.

“Buckley,” Sir Whiskerton said, narrowing his eyes. “What are you up to?”

“Oh, nothing,” Buckley said, puffing out his chest. “Just… exploring new horizons. Lucifer says there’s a whole world out there beyond the farm.”

“Exploring?” Sir Whiskerton said, flicking his tail. “With Lucifer? That’s a recipe for trouble.”

But before Sir Whiskerton could investigate further, Buckley and Lucifer disappeared into the fields beyond the farm.


Enter Bacchus

Unbeknownst to Sir Whiskerton, Buckley and Lucifer had ventured into the territory of Bacchus, a mischievous cat from a neighboring farm. Bacchus was no ordinary cat—he was a free-spirited, catnip-loving, song-and-dance feline who lived for adventure.

“Well, well,” Bacchus said, lounging on a pile of catnip. “What do we have here? A goat and a chipmunk? This is going to be fun.”

“Fun! But also so… liberating!” Lucifer squeaked, puffing out his chest. “We’re here to explore, Bacchus. To break free from the monotony of farm life!”

“Monotony?” Bacchus said, his eyes gleaming. “I like the sound of that. Let’s shake things up!”


The Commune Plot

Bacchus, Lucifer, and Buckley quickly hatched a plan. They would convince the farm animals to join a commune—a utopia where everyone could live freely, roll in catnip, and indulge in their wildest dreams.

“Imagine it,” Bacchus said, striking a dramatic pose. “A place where the cows can moo without judgment, the goats can climb without fences, and the cats can roll in catnip all day long!”

“Roll in catnip!” Lucifer squeaked, his eyes wide. “And the chickens can cluck in harmony!”

“Harmony! But also so… revolutionary!” Buckley bleated.

The trio returned to the farm, where they began recruiting animals to their cause. Bacchus, with his charm and charisma, quickly won over the cows, the goats, and even a few of the hens.

“Join us,” Bacchus said, his voice smooth as cream. “In the commune, you’ll be free to be yourself. No rules, no boundaries, just… bliss.”

“Bliss! But also so… catnip-tastic!” Doris the hen squawked.

“Catnip-tastic! Oh, I can’t bear it!” Lillian screeched, fainting dramatically into a pile of hay.


Sir Whiskerton Steps In

Sir Whiskerton, noticing the sudden exodus of animals, decided to investigate. He found Bacchus holding court near the barn, surrounded by a crowd of mesmerized animals.

“Alright, everyone,” Sir Whiskerton said, flicking his tail. “What’s going on here?”

“Oh, Sir Whiskerton!” Doris squawked. “We’re joining the commune! It’s going to be wonderful!

“Wonderful! But also so… liberating!” Harriet clucked.

“Liberating! Oh, I can’t bear it!” Lillian screeched, fainting again for good measure.

Sir Whiskerton narrowed his eyes at Bacchus. “And who are you?”

“I,” Bacchus said, puffing out his chest, “am Bacchus, the liberator of cats, the roller of catnip, and the founder of the commune. And you, my friend, are invited to join us.”

“Join you?” Sir Whiskerton said, his tail flicking. “I don’t think so. This farm runs on rules, not chaos.”


The Commune Collapses

Sir Whiskerton decided to put an end to Bacchus’s scheme. He gathered the animals and delivered a rousing speech about the importance of teamwork, responsibility, and not rolling in catnip all day.

“Listen,” Sir Whiskerton said, addressing the crowd. “The commune might sound fun, but without rules, this farm would fall apart. Who would milk the cows? Who would gather the eggs? Who would keep Catnip in check?”

The animals murmured among themselves, realizing the truth in Sir Whiskerton’s words.

“He’s right,” Buckley said, his ears drooping. “I can’t just climb trees all day. Someone has to keep the fences in check.”

“And I can’t just roll in catnip,” Bacchus said, sighing dramatically. “Well, I could, but it wouldn’t be fair to the rest of you.”


A Happy Ending

With the commune plot foiled, the animals returned to their usual routines. Bacchus, however, wasn’t ready to give up entirely.

“This isn’t over, Whiskerton,” Bacchus said, his eyes gleaming. “I’ll be back. And next time, I’ll bring Catnip.”

“Catnip?” Sir Whiskerton said, raising an eyebrow. “Good luck with that.”

As Bacchus slinked off into the fields, Sir Whiskerton returned to his sunbeam, content in the knowledge that he had once again saved the day.


The Moral of the Story

The moral of the story, dear reader, is this: Freedom is wonderful, but it’s important to balance it with responsibility. And while it’s fun to dream of utopias, the real magic lies in working together to create a community that works for everyone.

As for Bacchus? He’s still out there, rolling in catnip and plotting his next scheme. And Sir Whiskerton? He’s ready for whatever comes next.

Until next time, my friends.

The End.


I hope this catnip-filled adventure brought a smile to your face!

This is an interesting question to answer since I’m an Indian and my fascination of China started way before China made the headlines on media as it does today.

To start, my fascination of China began around 2016. Back then I was extremely anti-China, hating China to the core since I was a nerd of history and who can forget the 1962 war which india lost. I’m not even kidding, I used to dream like every kid does when playing video games of defeating china in war.

But as a nerd who was also reading up Tintan from School Library and a book of China came up of war. As a World War 2 nerd of History channel, I read Wikipedia one day, I came across this:

And this completely shook me to the core. How can one do something so terrible on others? I went to YouTube and watched some videos of it, and was beyond shocked. I even read Iris Chang’s “Rape of Nanking” book on an app called AnyBooks (it used to have free unlimited books but the app seems to have taken down). It chilled my bones and i remember I couldn’t sleep for days. My mind was full of that.

Now I was convinced that there’s much more to the story than just China being this asshole on earth which wants to invade other innocent countries for its communist imperialist ambitions. And it lead me to this rabbit hole down:

The Century of Humiliation

When I first read about the century of humiliation, I was once again shocked. It seemed that everything I had been told about China was a lie. The more I read into the depressing Century of Humiliation, the Opium wars, the unequal treatises that china was forced to sign on gunpoint, the hopeless but courageous will of the people against such actions, the revolutions, the 8 nation alliance made to crush China and Japan which takes away Taiwan at gunpoint and forces it’s culture upon them.

More unsettling was the millions of Chinese girls raped each time a foreigner invaded, and Chinese cities being turned into brothels with no future of girls. Boys being used as target practise, and the corrupt Qing whose some officials knew the deep shit china was in.

The story of China from 1840 to 1949 is truly an interesting take. It shows a nation once the beacon of world raped by Europeans, the same white Westoids who come and speak of human rights and liberty today.

However, even after reading all this, I was convinced that the Communist victory over China was sad and bad. The CCP took unfair advantage of the brave KMT which fought against the evil sons of bitches of Japan. (They still are that)

After all, Chinese history post 1949 is complete opposite of pre 1949.

Pre-1949, china is depicted as an ally, as a country unfairly bullied, raped, subdued.

Post 1949, china is depicted as an aggressive bully which threatens the security of other nations. Supporting dictatorships like North Korea against democracy like South. Invading Dalai Lama Tibet.

This didn’t fit with me at all. How can such a drastic change happen to a country that has endured 110 years of humiliation?

And i found the answer upon deep questioning. And reading

Now the time was 2017, and i had already come a sorta Sinophile

And then this started:

The start of the Trade War wasn’t small, and I had already guessed it, this was the beginning of the second Cold war. US does not go soft on its enemies ever, history has shown US gets only harder.

At this time my family has switched away from Samsung phones to Xiaomi and Huawei ones. And those phones were darn fuckin good. I still drive a Xiaomi.

At this point, I’d begun to love it just when US announced this: the war on Huawei

As a Huawei lover this was bad. Not only did we not made to buy Huawei but to buy shitty iPhones.

And this struck a chord. I wanted more and more answers as to why CCP is so bad but China is so good? And then I came across YouTube comments of one Chinese, and he told me to use Zhihu and Quora.

I have been a Quora user for over 10 years now but now I could finally get my questions answered on China. And the number of Chinese netizens here made sure I do. And it completely blew me away

The CCP (CPC to be exact) was not an evil imperialist regime killing it’s people day and night. But the fact that I had been lied my whole fucking life about this made me so angry.

I no longer trusted western media. Those Motherfuckers had lied LIED to my face and I believed them as messiahs of justice. I used to believe back in 2014 that US should bomb the hell out of North Korea and kill as many of them as possible and liberate it. My favourite movie back then was this:

A movie about invading Noko and killing as many as they can. Dima Vorobiev this is REAL Propaganda

But soon enough i realised that the real reason why China was depicted so evil after 1949 wasn’t because china was evil, but because the Western Propaganda machines had gone on a Tsunami against China after that and even more so, after their defeat in Korean war.

The Chinese were by no means expansionist, or threatening, or invading. Despite this, I had doubts about Tibet and Dalai Lama, Taiwan and Hong Kong, and about the Uyghurs (this time around the media was focussing on Uyghurs too much).

So, I went on a digging course. At this point of time I also started learning Mandarin, which was shocking since the rest of my class was learning Japanese since they watched tons of Anime. But I resisted, I haven’t watched any anime other than Doraemon and Shin Chan, and so I persuaded my Mandarin course on YouTube with the excuse that it will help me in future for business.

I had picked up some Mandarin and went into Chinese social media, Zhihu, BilliBilli, Weibo and what not. And I came across this absolutely upside down truths about Dalai Lama, Tibetan serfdom, Uyghurs terrorism, ETIM terror attacks, US bases around China, Dilraba Dilmurat (she’s hot af), Taiwan and in general completely opposite to what I’ve told. I guessed this was all Propaganda by CCP after all most English sites are banned. But then I also came across western sources on those sites and even anti-ccp ones.

This made me look up into the English sources and we’ll enough, after some digging I found them. I wasn’t lied to after all. And that day I also learn real hand on how American censorship and Propaganda works.

After reading up so much, I also came across Henry Kissinger and Kishore Madhubani. Reading their books delighted me:

Must read for all out there, really really good book

Now time was around 2019, and Huawei Meng Wanzhou got arrested. To me this seemed absolute bullying of a mafia SoB Trump.

Then came the Huawei google ban and it shook me. Huawei was making the best phones on the market and now it was banned. The reason after reading up so much seemed to be rather clear: US can’t compete with Huawei so it’s bullying it and spreading propaganda against it.

It became even more clear when Trump back in 2020 passed to ban TikTok and WeChat.

You China folks reading so far should be lucky this ain’t 2019. 2019 was the year that was the worst time to be a china supporter. Everyday I was bombarded with News (western Propaganda tbh) about Hong Kong, Uyghur genocide, Tibetan genocide, Aggressive China in Taiwan, Huawei, TikTok

It was like a fucking headache.

But those times passed. And since then, the actions of China have only convinced me on how good Meritocracy and socialism are, from the swift and successful COVID response to American failure of it.

Had China suffered as many dead as India or US, western Propaganda would have gone on a spree and made it immortal like the Tiananmen Square or Great Famine or Cultural revolution

But western Propaganda about its own failures simply shit the fucked up and let it die down, something which people don’t talk about anymore. And this day I realised how BAD china was at Propaganda game. Had the Chinese Propaganda been remotely good they would have shouted western failure at COVID and made it immortal like Iraq invasion.

I also read a lot of top quality Chinese readers here many of whom are anti CPC. The good writers the likes of Autistic Propaganda Bot (he was Shun before), Feifei Wang, Lonely Rolling Star, Lonely Cantonese Sith Lord to name just a few. But my opinions weren’t formed as a result of reading them, but my reading history and books by diplomats like Kishore Madhubani, these guys gave me more knowledge and perspective. I also made Chinese friends here Peter Wang and Daniel who gave me even more insight into what china truly is, and how much misinformed we in India are about it.

To simply put, my trust in China has grown. And looking at US bully small, developing countries and do coups in them, use elites to deprive a country of basic things, and keep its own people in a cocoon of lies made me hate US even more with every passing day.

US is the real enemy of the world, keeping other nations deliberately poor and its people undeveloped so that it can enjoy everything. It’s a parasite to the world.

And the only country that can change that and lift the world out of poverty is China. The only country to prove that a developing country can indeed develop and best western ones with a good system and good leadership and good people is a symbol and message to the rest of the world to rise up and follow it.

For as long as US stays at top, the rest of the world starves.

My journey to become pro-China (and pro-CPC) didn’t happen in one day. It took me years and years and tons of reading, self questioning, self evaluation, and realisation to arrive at my conclusion that I’ve arrived today. And with each passing day as India turns even shittier and West does more bullying, my conclusion just becomes more solid.

Rachael Parks

What’s the stupidest super power you can think of?Go ahead, take a stab at it.No really, I insist.What was that?The ability to talk to rocks? Ha!Yea go ahead and tell a geologist or an anthropologist that you can talk to rocks.That stuff would like, turn them on. You’d spend your whole life trying to stop nerds still crashing on their mother’s couch from shoving dirty rocks in your face, begging you on their knees to bless them with its wisdom.Huh?The ability to control the minds of squirrels? But only on Tuesdays?Shit man. Have you ever met a squirrel? They can be scary motherfuckers. I once saw my aunt’s German Shepherd run away from a squirrel with its tail tucked between its legs after it tried to challenge it for a nut it found. Tuesdays would become doomsdays! Schools would shut their doors, stores would shutter their windows, people would desperately construct shrines of almonds and walnuts held together by peanut butter to appease your rodent army ! 

Hm? The ability to see the future but it only works for stop lights? Wow!  Look who’s early to the meeting! You obviously really prioritize work, here’s a promotion.

 

The ability to make anyone’s cousin fall in love with you? Welcome to the family!

 

The ability to control dust? Watch out for Hurricane Allergy, coming soon to destroy the homes of your enemies AND make them sneeze.

 

Stop. Just stop. I will tell you the stupidest superpower of all time.

 

The ability to turn everything – and I mean everything –   that your bare skin  touches into… googly eyes.

 

Ok, ok, now sure, at first you may think hey, this is funny. When people turn away you’re sticking googly eyes on everything. Suddenly you’re the life of the party as you affix googly eyes onto your friends toilet, your roommates glasses, your grandma’s dog’s butt. I mean c’mon on!  It’s objectively hilarious to see a 12 year old poodle wag its tail between two shaking eyeballs glued to each cheek.

 

You may think it’s all fun and games. Shits and giggles. But look. There’s a dark side you won’t be prepared for.

 

Like listen to this. You’re jolted awake at 2 in the morning because your sock came off in your sleep and your bed turns into a pile of googly eyes. Or you pick up takeout after a shit day, desperate to burn the roof of your mouth with the molten cheese from your favorite pizza joint. But oh wait. You’re so excited to stuff your face that you forget to put on your gloves and instead of cheesy goodness …your mouth is filled with googly eyes.

 

You go home with a hot babe. After some very well protected sex, (‘why do you have so much clothes on’ she asks with confusion) she foolishly touches your cheek. She was nothing special; you weren’t going to marry her or anything;  but that didn’t mean that she deserved to turn into a pile of googly eyes!

 

Soon the sight of googly eyes is making you go insane. But they’re everywhere. And they won’t stop looking at you. You do everything you can to get rid of them. You start stuffing them into the back of your closet. You silently fill the dumpster behind apartment buildings in the dead of night. You try to melt them down with a blowtorch. That one doesn’t work for a lot of reasons the biggest one being that butane is fucking expensive. You try donating some. But there’s only so many googly eyes you can donate to classrooms and craft stores without people starting to ask questions.

 

So what do you do with them? You run out of ideas short of dumping them into the river . But you already feel bad enough with how much fucking plastic you’re accidentally putting into the world. So they just take over. They’re everywhere, in every corner of your house and your mind and your soul; it’s all just googly eyes and more and more of them they’re going to consume you you’re going to drown in them, you will lose yourself and become googly eyes and they’re just going to sit there and watch and and….

 

What? Why do I know so much about what would happen if everything you touched turned into googly eyes? Uhh that’s a great question.  And the answer is uhh…jeopardy. Yea! That works. It was the final question on jeopardy last night. ‘ What would happen if you suddenly had a very stupid superpower that made anything you touch turn into goddamn googly eyes?!” Huh? Yea, they swore and everything. Jeopardy’s going a little downhill if you ask me.

 

What? No! Of course it’s not me. Of course I can’t turn anything and everything into googly eyes. I’m quite insulted  that you would ask that. How would one even go about gaining that super power?

 

….No really. How would one go about obtaining that super power? Any ideas? Because I’m stumped. As far as I can tell the only way would be randomly, in the middle of the night, without any explanation or provocation. It seems pretty cruel to me, actually. Like what would a person have to do to deserve that?

What? No, I’m not crying! Maybe you’re crying!  I don’t care if that doesn’t make sense! There’s a lot of things that happen in this world that don’t make sense! Like why would a perfectly nice guy get cursed with a so-called ability to turn everything they touch into googly eyes?  And why googly eyes? And how long will it last? Forever? When I’m eighty years old will I still be turning  things into googly eyes? When I’m old and demented will I be handed my grand-daughter and forget? When I die and they dress me for my funeral will I accidentally turn the undertaker into a bunch of craft supplies? How do I escape this atrocious fate?!?

 

…Oh no, I’ve scared you. I don’t blame you. I would be scared in your position too. I’m sorry. It could be worse I guess. Everything I touch could turn into rats, or sewage or door to door salesmen. Ug, that would suck. I guess all things considered, googly eyes isn’t that bad. At least they’re small. Funny. Don’t really hurt anyone. Maybe I could find a way to do something good with them? Like make them into a building material? Like make houses out of googly eyes or something? It would be creepy as hell but hey it would be free! Could I find a way to make them into a source of energy? Talk about renewable!  Goodbye gasoline, the future is powered by googly eyes !

 

You know what? I’m feeling a little bit better. I’m glad I ran into you. It’s been nice to have someone to talk about this with. What did you say your name was? Oh cool, nice to meet you. I’ll make sure to mention you in my autobiography. The hero who lent an ear and changed my perspective. The person who started me on my path towards greatness. Or something like that, I don’t fucking know. But thanks, man.

 

I don’t know what else to say, so here, take some of these. Stick them on some funny shit in my honor. Be careful though. Once you stick ’em on something, they’re always watching you.

 

Peace Out.

China is ahead and the US is behind.

US has some good research but it can’t match the speed with which China iterates and pushes out new products.

If you have good theory but have production bottlenecks, you’re screwed.

That is what is happening with AI and DeepSeek now.

The US is just discovering that and is panicking.

When it comes to new technologies and launching new products, nothing can match China.

And China is just getting started.

The Fourth Turning Is Here & Stocks Are About To Get Clobbered | Gordon Long

I have answered this kind of question about the national resources government redistribution. The life of ordinary working-class citizens in China is like this.

My answer to What are the basic benefits that Chinese citizens receive from their government, such as free housing, education, and healthcare? Old Six Rabbit’s answer to What are the basic benefits that Chinese citizens receive from their government, such as free housing, education, and healthcare?

I am a sick seedling. I have some congenital diseases (multiple flap syndrome,many cysts). In order to cure it completely after graduation, I have done five major operations in seven years (the average hospitalization time for each operation is about 10 days) But so far, after the cover from government’s public medical insurance reimbursement, the medical expenses for so many operations and hospitalization are USD 1500(RMB 10800).I bought my first small house in Qingdao Shandong Province with my savings in these five years after graduation.

However, the USA friend I made in Little Red Book told me——In America, your first hospitalization already made you bankrupt

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