When I was a kid, I didn’t know why some people wrote Christmas as Xmas.
Now, I think China is about to explain. They’re going to erase the world.
Bing Bing, the Chinese dictator who hates everyone who tells him he’s a piece of shit, is thinking of starting World War 3 by Christmas. Things are going swimmingly over in Ukraine, and the Chinese love the chance to parade their military hardware, so now Bing Bong is seriously thinking of turning Taiwan into a helluva holocaust.
Bing Sing Sing has given himself the right to be the dictator forever. (and he still calls it voting? Wha? China you are not a democracy, nor have you ever been. Did you not know that?)
Now, like all dicks, he needs to foist his muscle and show off how tough he is to the world.
Germananany has sent Shultz/Shotz/Shitz to China to shake hands with Ping Pong. The only G7 country. The first, with more to come. China needs the Great Western Nations to approve of his nuking Taiwan. America and Canada are already torturing the Haitians, and you never hear that on the news, so why should those goody two-shoe countries care if Taiwan is vaporized?
Exactly what Bling King hopes for. When you want to start a major war, you hope lots of people will be on your side. Italy has gone back to fascism, with America a close second … so Fling A-Ding just might get his wish.
Of course, invading China right about now might be a good thing. Something Ding-Sing wants ‘cuz he’s trying to kill off his own people with more and more viruses and lockdowns leading to suicides and rebellion, which then puts rebels in prison, etc.
So the whole point of WW3 might actually be to thin the Chinese herd. After all, the only sure cure for ANY disease is death.
Wing-Ding may be the Angel of Death. The Christians might be right: this could be the end of the world. As long as Jesus doesn’t show up and ruin everything.
Fascism is the way of the future, and China shall be everyone’s master. What’s that song? Do they know it’s Christmas?
There is no Xmas in China. But there soon will be.
