....until the money changers start cutting it up and we now have monetized carbon: measuring the Diameter, Table, Crown, Table Spread, Girdle, Pavilion, Depth, and Culet.
The last time we hit the multiplex, it was to see Head of State. Chris Rock for president? I don’t see that option as at all inferior to any of the choices that I have been provided with thus far. Will Smith as czar of domestic violence prevention? A sense of humor is the only clean air that I breathe.
So, I took Elldee to our favorite Chinese place for some takeout Friday night. They were lined up around the block, to go see Barbie at the Falls Theater. Pink regalia was everywhere, as we waited for our dinner to be prepared. It was self affirming to observe that after all of the Bernays brainwashing, I am still able to distinguish, and appreciate, the form of a woman, and the delightful nature of a female child, despite the capitalist blurring of the lines. But, Barbie momma? Why?
I had an engaging, pleasant, friendly encounter, with my restauranteurs. I had read numerous reviews about this place. Many, many, many reviewers complain about the terrible customer service, and the rudeness of the proprietors.
I have visited this venue on numerous occasions, over many decades, and I have found these people to be reserved, quiet, maybe shy, certainly modest, but never rude. Americanos calling people rude. There’s an acid trip for ya.
These folks, who have been selling delicious cuisine for as long as I’ve been here, must have a difficult time knowing how to act, in this China bashing shithole country. I think that I’d be a little bit nervous if I were them. I’ve heard about the rash of violence perpetrated against folks who appear to be of Chinese origin. I imagine that they have as well.
So, if you ever have the misfortune of finding yourself in River Falls, Wisconsin, I strongly encourage you to visit the Song Garden restaurant, and enjoy some tasty, reasonably priced, non-american food. And, engage with the proprietors. And, if you’re so inclined, write a thoughtful review, as opposed to just a hit piece.
I close with the words of the prophet Rodney (King):
The last time we hit the multiplex, it was to see Head of State. Chris Rock for president? I don’t see that option as at all inferior to any of the choices that I have been provided with thus far. Will Smith as czar of domestic violence prevention? A sense of humor is the only clean air that I breathe.
So, I took Elldee to our favorite Chinese place for some takeout Friday night. They were lined up around the block, to go see Barbie at the Falls Theater. Pink regalia was everywhere, as we waited for our dinner to be prepared. It was self affirming to observe that after all of the Bernays brainwashing, I am still able to distinguish, and appreciate, the form of a woman, and the delightful nature of a female child, despite the capitalist blurring of the lines. But, Barbie momma? Why?
I had an engaging, pleasant, friendly encounter, with my restauranteurs. I had read numerous reviews about this place. Many, many, many reviewers complain about the terrible customer service, and the rudeness of the proprietors.
I have visited this venue on numerous occasions, over many decades, and I have found these people to be reserved, quiet, maybe shy, certainly modest, but never rude. Americanos calling people rude. There’s an acid trip for ya.
These folks, who have been selling delicious cuisine for as long as I’ve been here, must have a difficult time knowing how to act, in this China bashing shithole country. I think that I’d be a little bit nervous if I were them. I’ve heard about the rash of violence perpetrated against folks who appear to be of Chinese origin. I imagine that they have as well.
So, if you ever have the misfortune of finding yourself in River Falls, Wisconsin, I strongly encourage you to visit the Song Garden restaurant, and enjoy some tasty, reasonably priced, non-american food. And, engage with the proprietors. And, if you’re so inclined, write a thoughtful review, as opposed to just a hit piece.
I close with the words of the prophet Rodney (King):
“Can’t we all just get along.”