Hu’s Your Daddy
Doug Wrenn
April 27, 2006
The year was 2000 and Florida was rousin’, but I held my nose and voted for Bush. I thought I voted for a president, a leader, a man, instead all I got was a kisser of Mexican and Chinese tush. I didn’t repeat my mistake in 2004, I only thought things were bad then, but that was back when, before there was more.
In April of ‘01, a Chi-com fighter thought it to be fun to play with our EP3. The Chi-com miscalculated and dropped into the sea. That was his last day, but the crew of our downed plane was saved by God’s good grace. Yet George Bush backed down, like a timid clown, and we sent the plane home in pieces just so the Chi-coms could save face.
Our treaty says we must defend our ally, Taiwan, but when the Chi-coms came calling, Bush again did some crawling and then sang a different song. “I don’t mean to burst your bubble, but don’t you islanders start any trouble with this talk of liberty and independence. We need trade with the Chi-coms so that they can improve their nuclear bombs and flood our markets with trinkets and pennants.”
He has many euphemisms for the Chi-coms, that Mr. Bush, and more than I know, yet he’s lacking in the ones called tyrants and foes. Yet he’ll thank us a million to not mention that deficit of 200 billion, which is enough to curl anyone’s toes.
They are beyond pro-choice in China, oh yes, indeed, because one child too many is an abortion, in the first trimester or any later portion, as per the government creed.
Christians are killed, tortured or languishing in jail, but please, don’t bother to tell Yale. That once Christian leaning institution now has a secular intuition and to hell with God, country and all that patriotic and religious rot. It’s hard-core left, and morally bereft, and more interested with making a buck in Chinese stock.
Why not? Yale, Bill Gates and Boeing all say, it’s all “free trade” where laborers earn pennies a day. In China, the workers can’t be fickle, life’s only worth a plug nickel, and the government has the final say. As for China’s now corporate American friends, who only think the bottom line is where it ends, they are proud and happy to have made a good deal. How naďve they are, for not remembering too far, that what China does not buy, it will simply steal.
Humiliating the American President is not so horrendous, and with Gates and Boeing first on his agenda, President Jintao Hu finally concedes to call on our President Bush, last but not least, yet he can only stay for an hour, to sit down, frown, lie, and deny, and then dine on an a sumptuous and elaborate American taxpayer supplied feast.
There was confusion over the Chinese national anthem, a Chinese journalist calling for freedom and ranting, and Hu began to pout. And there was our President, frantically blushing and apologizing, and doting on this butcher all and about.
I thought I was getting a Ronald Reagan, but what I see now more resembles a Ray Nagin, a double talker, beleaguered by gaffes, and lacking in guts and scruples. Not a “NO!,” like in Iceland, or even a “Tear down this wall!.” Nothing, no cause to stand and be tall. Reagan was no Bush, and he kissed no tush, and in the end, he cost the Russians a few rubles. When the talk gained heat, Reagan dug in his heels and planted his feet. He didn’t retreat to the bosom of Mommy, which was why it was under his term, and not Bush’s that we rid the world of a few commies.
But Dubya is no Dutch, no, not even close. His conservatism is like our sovereignty, about as concrete as a ghost.
Yes, George W. talks tough to Afghanistan, Iraq, and yes, little Cuba, too, but when Big Daddy China pulls the string, Georgie fawns, kneels, and on command inquires, “Master, what may I do?”
China continually closes the gap, until they will eventually defeat us, with their military, economy and technology too, all foolish gifts from America, where our moral fabric is now tattered and pieced together with glue.
We continually invite them, these evil Chinese communists, here to tour our universities, laboratories, and even military without any concern or remorse. Such foolishness is not unprecedented. Just ask the Trojans about their horse.
The passing Chinese years no longer matter, the dog, the horse, the fly or the rat, because greedy and ignorant “free traders” keep making this Frankenstein fat. They promise this policy will free the Chinese, which is humanitarian and fair, yet I wonder if these liberty-loving, corporate fat cats remember Tiananmen Square.
As for our so-called leader, now in his second term, he is all the meeker. America has been cut and is hemorrhaging and he is the leecher. His true colors are exposed and now on display, as any common observer can view with dismay. Our president is a liberal, a globalist and a puppet to the CFR and the UN, too. His bravado and Texas swagger have been reduced by a multiple of two.
For things have changed in the Department of State. Haven’t you heard? China’s our friend, despite threatening to nuke LA. But that was the 90’s. We now bow to her, and bury her with platitudes and niceties.
Yes, our resolve is sadly like putty, our vision now askew, and our foreign policy weak and feeble, sickened, as if by a pox. Nixon opened the door to China, Clinton made money from behind it, and Bush now holds it open even wider to this evil and carnivorous Pandora’s Box.
Yes, God bless Ronald Reagan, now anxious and stirring in his grave. The once “shining city on the hill” is now tarnished and sold, with far less than gold, thanks to Bush, the China-owned knave. Many of our factories are closed, and our jobs lost, with nothing to left to us but the stinging burning, much like the one left from eating hot peppers. Yet we are all expected to embrace the global economy, and accept our suicidal demise, while our arch-adversary, China, only prospers.
Our once mighty sword is now but a feather duster. We no longer bark but whisper. When China flexes her new American made muscles, we now just cower and whimper. We used to negotiate, but now we only play nice. Yes, that is the policy, just ask Bush’s expert, Miss Condi Rice.
Our country is still here, although not recognizable any more. “Made in America” has been replaced by cheap goods from China, on shelves in just about any store.
Whether from the Pentagon, State Department, Commerce, the halls of Congress or the Oval Office alike, the occupants all now recite the same insidious sound-bite. Our foreign policy is now dictated by China, our new sacred cow, more specifically, the theme now succinctly being, “George Bush and America, Hu’s your Daddy now!”
In April of ‘01, a Chi-com fighter thought it to be fun to play with our EP3. The Chi-com miscalculated and dropped into the sea. That was his last day, but the crew of our downed plane was saved by God’s good grace. Yet George Bush backed down, like a timid clown, and we sent the plane home in pieces just so the Chi-coms could save face.
Our treaty says we must defend our ally, Taiwan, but when the Chi-coms came calling, Bush again did some crawling and then sang a different song. “I don’t mean to burst your bubble, but don’t you islanders start any trouble with this talk of liberty and independence. We need trade with the Chi-coms so that they can improve their nuclear bombs and flood our markets with trinkets and pennants.”
He has many euphemisms for the Chi-coms, that Mr. Bush, and more than I know, yet he’s lacking in the ones called tyrants and foes. Yet he’ll thank us a million to not mention that deficit of 200 billion, which is enough to curl anyone’s toes.
They are beyond pro-choice in China, oh yes, indeed, because one child too many is an abortion, in the first trimester or any later portion, as per the government creed.
Christians are killed, tortured or languishing in jail, but please, don’t bother to tell Yale. That once Christian leaning institution now has a secular intuition and to hell with God, country and all that patriotic and religious rot. It’s hard-core left, and morally bereft, and more interested with making a buck in Chinese stock.
Why not? Yale, Bill Gates and Boeing all say, it’s all “free trade” where laborers earn pennies a day. In China, the workers can’t be fickle, life’s only worth a plug nickel, and the government has the final say. As for China’s now corporate American friends, who only think the bottom line is where it ends, they are proud and happy to have made a good deal. How naďve they are, for not remembering too far, that what China does not buy, it will simply steal.
Humiliating the American President is not so horrendous, and with Gates and Boeing first on his agenda, President Jintao Hu finally concedes to call on our President Bush, last but not least, yet he can only stay for an hour, to sit down, frown, lie, and deny, and then dine on an a sumptuous and elaborate American taxpayer supplied feast.
There was confusion over the Chinese national anthem, a Chinese journalist calling for freedom and ranting, and Hu began to pout. And there was our President, frantically blushing and apologizing, and doting on this butcher all and about.
I thought I was getting a Ronald Reagan, but what I see now more resembles a Ray Nagin, a double talker, beleaguered by gaffes, and lacking in guts and scruples. Not a “NO!,” like in Iceland, or even a “Tear down this wall!.” Nothing, no cause to stand and be tall. Reagan was no Bush, and he kissed no tush, and in the end, he cost the Russians a few rubles. When the talk gained heat, Reagan dug in his heels and planted his feet. He didn’t retreat to the bosom of Mommy, which was why it was under his term, and not Bush’s that we rid the world of a few commies.
But Dubya is no Dutch, no, not even close. His conservatism is like our sovereignty, about as concrete as a ghost.
Yes, George W. talks tough to Afghanistan, Iraq, and yes, little Cuba, too, but when Big Daddy China pulls the string, Georgie fawns, kneels, and on command inquires, “Master, what may I do?”
China continually closes the gap, until they will eventually defeat us, with their military, economy and technology too, all foolish gifts from America, where our moral fabric is now tattered and pieced together with glue.
We continually invite them, these evil Chinese communists, here to tour our universities, laboratories, and even military without any concern or remorse. Such foolishness is not unprecedented. Just ask the Trojans about their horse.
The passing Chinese years no longer matter, the dog, the horse, the fly or the rat, because greedy and ignorant “free traders” keep making this Frankenstein fat. They promise this policy will free the Chinese, which is humanitarian and fair, yet I wonder if these liberty-loving, corporate fat cats remember Tiananmen Square.
As for our so-called leader, now in his second term, he is all the meeker. America has been cut and is hemorrhaging and he is the leecher. His true colors are exposed and now on display, as any common observer can view with dismay. Our president is a liberal, a globalist and a puppet to the CFR and the UN, too. His bravado and Texas swagger have been reduced by a multiple of two.
For things have changed in the Department of State. Haven’t you heard? China’s our friend, despite threatening to nuke LA. But that was the 90’s. We now bow to her, and bury her with platitudes and niceties.
Yes, our resolve is sadly like putty, our vision now askew, and our foreign policy weak and feeble, sickened, as if by a pox. Nixon opened the door to China, Clinton made money from behind it, and Bush now holds it open even wider to this evil and carnivorous Pandora’s Box.
Yes, God bless Ronald Reagan, now anxious and stirring in his grave. The once “shining city on the hill” is now tarnished and sold, with far less than gold, thanks to Bush, the China-owned knave. Many of our factories are closed, and our jobs lost, with nothing to left to us but the stinging burning, much like the one left from eating hot peppers. Yet we are all expected to embrace the global economy, and accept our suicidal demise, while our arch-adversary, China, only prospers.
Our once mighty sword is now but a feather duster. We no longer bark but whisper. When China flexes her new American made muscles, we now just cower and whimper. We used to negotiate, but now we only play nice. Yes, that is the policy, just ask Bush’s expert, Miss Condi Rice.
Our country is still here, although not recognizable any more. “Made in America” has been replaced by cheap goods from China, on shelves in just about any store.
Whether from the Pentagon, State Department, Commerce, the halls of Congress or the Oval Office alike, the occupants all now recite the same insidious sound-bite. Our foreign policy is now dictated by China, our new sacred cow, more specifically, the theme now succinctly being, “George Bush and America, Hu’s your Daddy now!”
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