Originally published via Armageddon Prose:
The corporate state did the unthinkable in the runup to welcoming its valued Chinese partners-in-crime to San Francisco: they packed up the riff-raff (Americans) and shipped them off to some corner of the city so that their unsightliness might not offend Brandon’s valued guests/confederates/owners/blackmailers.
And not only did the government clear out the homeless camps (a blight on the city that residents — American citizens — have been complaining about for years, which the governing authorities have hitherto claimed was an intractable problem); Xi was greeted with a veritable ocean of CCP flags on the streets for him to admire from his motorcade, just as if he were back home in the Zhongnanhai compound.
The whole spectacle was a really sick slap in the face to the American people, but not wholly unexpected or shocking. We’ve simply been made, as the frog that boils to death slowly in the pot with the temperature slowly ramped up, to take for granted that the U.S. government doesn’t belong to the people it purports to represent.
Month by month, year by year, the government flaunts that fact more brazenly.
So here’s a modest proposal:
Instead of rolling out the literal communist-red carpet and shunting the Bay Area homeless into government camps only to be released back onto the streets once the delegation has left, what the U.S. government would have been doing, if it had any sense of patriotic duty, would have been to arrest Xi Jinping with a duly issued warrant on RICO charges for his regime’s participation in a global conspiracy to develop and release (either accidentally or intentionally) SARS-CoV-2 on the world.
The Deep State can hound Julian Assange to the ends of the Earth over fake rape charges; why not make a move when they have a mass murderer fall out of a plane right into their hands on the tarmac of an American airport? It’s quite rare that a creature such as Xi steps foot on American soil. Why not make the most of it?
I don’t actually care quite so much about getting Xi Jinping alone; he is but one cog in a very large machine and largely an irrelevant figurehead. As the kids say, the CCP is gonna CCP; were Xi incarcerated, processed, and duly disposed of, as he rightly should be, he would simply be replaced in short order as General Secretary by another careerist CCP loyalist.
But if he were interrogated properly — as an enemy combatant — and perhaps waterboarded at least for good fun if not out of practical utility, we might be able to get some real answers about his regime’s co-conspirators in the United States, starting right at the top with Warlord Fauci.
As ancillary benefits, if said interrogation were broadcast live, it would certainly send a chilling message across the world and boost NBC’s sad ratings in the meantime, which could use all the help they can get.
Why not use the Chinese government figurehead to boost American industry — even if it’s one as loathsome as the corporate media — for once, instead of the other way around?
Alas, I am acutely aware of the geopolitical carnage that would ensue as a result of collecting for criminal processing the Chinese dictator. Even if the Brandon entity’s handlers had the inclination to do it (they don’t; they work hand-in-glove with the CCP), they would surely weigh their thirst for justice against the diplomatic nightmare that it would trigger.
Profiles in courage are, regrettably, not to be found in the halls of power, especially not in the context of the politicians’ CCP benefactors. Heroes don’t become Congressman; shyster lawyers do.
The rhetorical point here is to illustrate the moral abomination of literally rolling out the red carpet for this scumbag and parading him through the streets of an American city lined with the filthy communist flag of his degenerate homeland, free of any repercussions whatsoever for his murderous government’s criminal activities worldwide.
Today, Xi and Brandon walk hand in hand through fragrant state gardens in finely pressed linen, and there’s not much we can do about it. Someday, though, the rain will come…
Ben Bartee, author of Broken English Teacher: Notes From Exile, is an independent Bangkok-based American journalist with opposable thumbs.
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