7/10/2020, 1:36 pm
In an act of supreme wokeness, the not-so-crypto communist of Gracie Mansion & His Entourage virtue-signaled zir/xey blackwise hypercorrectness, by artistic means of colorific two-dimensional asphalt-expressionism.
Today's quota in beet tending done, TPC's subkollektive of pixelatorial analysts watched that slick marketing-agitprop material in upside down reverse mode. And there.. a coyly smirking lil' Chinese flashed up @3.14, in the left upper corner. And - by Mao! - it was Xi Pongping himself.
So, a TPC correspondent (the reverse upside down material tightly in grip) immediately hastened to Forbidden City, hoping for an interview.
Xi Pongping: (a hint of a smirk flitting across his Far Eastern stone face) The paint alone. We suggested, and sent them. They not understood. The yellow paint.
TPC: Uh.. The paint? Not understood? The yellow?..
Xi Pongping: Sure. You want honor "black" people? By "painting"? Paint black. Yet, we them zonk. To yellow. Give them paint. The yellow one. And see, they paint.
TPC: Aha! Yellow, like.. like.. (jinx, how do I say that?...)
Xi Pongping: Yes. Our color. Ubermensch color. Want paint honor? Paint ubermensch color.
TPC: Ah, "Asia" color, ja? You mean, Asian = Übermensch?
Xi Pongping: No no. Mongol - not ubermensch. Japman - not ubermensch. Korean - not ubermensch. Chinese ubermensch. Hanzu, Han Chinese only.
TPC: But, but - you said, "we them zonk", the Communist & Entourage. So - how do you "zonk"?
Xi Pongping: (sips chá) Dlink chá, you dlink chá, too... Zonk? How zonk? Know too much want you. As Yodafucius say.
TPC: Oh, fēicháng gǎnxiè nǐ, thank you so much.
Xi Pongping: (chuckles)
Today's quota in beet tending done, TPC's subkollektive of pixelatorial analysts watched that slick marketing-agitprop material in upside down reverse mode. And there.. a coyly smirking lil' Chinese flashed up @3.14, in the left upper corner. And - by Mao! - it was Xi Pongping himself.
So, a TPC correspondent (the reverse upside down material tightly in grip) immediately hastened to Forbidden City, hoping for an interview.
. . .
Amazingly, Forbidden City seemed already prepared, Xi Pongping seated in his artfully embellished interview-cubby, and a steaming pot of jiè chá on a dainty lacquer table.. . .
TPC: So, you had somehow a finger in the pie of that 5th Avenue's paint roller event?Xi Pongping: (a hint of a smirk flitting across his Far Eastern stone face) The paint alone. We suggested, and sent them. They not understood. The yellow paint.
TPC: Uh.. The paint? Not understood? The yellow?..
Xi Pongping: Sure. You want honor "black" people? By "painting"? Paint black. Yet, we them zonk. To yellow. Give them paint. The yellow one. And see, they paint.
TPC: Aha! Yellow, like.. like.. (jinx, how do I say that?...)
Xi Pongping: Yes. Our color. Ubermensch color. Want paint honor? Paint ubermensch color.
TPC: Ah, "Asia" color, ja? You mean, Asian = Übermensch?
Xi Pongping: No no. Mongol - not ubermensch. Japman - not ubermensch. Korean - not ubermensch. Chinese ubermensch. Hanzu, Han Chinese only.
TPC: But, but - you said, "we them zonk", the Communist & Entourage. So - how do you "zonk"?
Xi Pongping: (sips chá) Dlink chá, you dlink chá, too... Zonk? How zonk? Know too much want you. As Yodafucius say.
TPC: Oh, fēicháng gǎnxiè nǐ, thank you so much.
Xi Pongping: (chuckles)

