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  Dispatch: Sexpots Galore: China on the Rise

 
 
When sex merges with politics, the Big Dog authorities never win and they won't in China either.
By Stewart Nusbaumer

Tianjin, China -- I walk into Tianjin University, under a recently constructed Germanic-thick, towering gate. To my right is a commercial billboard -- on a university? -- advertising a new residential community called "California Pure Life." It shows a motorboat on a pristine lake with affluent townhouses and lots of green grass with a blue sky. It is the only blue sky I would see in China. To my left under construction is a mammoth building that dwarfs the older structures on campus. Directly ahead is the main lawn -- what is that?

Now, by nature I'm a curious guy. In Budapest I was curious why my lunch smelled and looked like dog food? In Germany I was curious why former Nazis were doing so good and freedom-loving Americans so bad. Now in China I'm curious why my breathing has stopped.

I run through a list of potential breathing stoppers. A zillion pollution particles coagulated in and clogged my windpipe? Big Dog, the force of "order and prosperity" in China, ordered a crazed vehicular missile to shut me up? China booze delivered a final bill for my lifetime of excessive drinking?

In fact, what stopped my breathing was more powerful than apocalyptic pollution, nastier than any boot-stomping morons, more fatal than terminal alcoholism. What cut my breath was the world's most powerful power: sex!

Disaster and Miracle

Under the hazy sun on a lazy afternoon in the middle of this staid Chinese university, standing on its pristine main lawn, centerpiece for old propriety and socialist uprightness, are a load of frolicking little sexpots! Bouncing pigtails! Knee high socks! Jiggling breasts! Giggling voices! Shapely straining legs! Moist lips! Tight blouses! Shaking buttocks!

And where the heat romps, so partners pant. Everywhere are small panting-pot boys! Vaporized minds! Taut muscles! Narrow eyes! Heavy breathing! Extended tongues! Strained voices!

Full throttle flirtation rips through the stuffy Chinese university. I lived here just over a decade ago, it was nothing like this. The excretion of primordial excitement -- then disaster strikes! Beauty and heat are suddenly replaced by horrible catastrophe.

A little sexpot was running and not looking where she was going, instead eyeing a luscious panting object to her side, and slammed right into a big sign -- a sign, no less, advertising plastic surgery. Sexpots and panting-pots rush to the tragedy. "This is a national emergency!" a sexpot screams. "Call up the People's Army!" a panting-pot demands. Tears fall -- a river forms -- a roaring river roars -- the Germanic-thick gate quivers!

With little eyes barely open, the dazed sexpot looks up, blinks twice, and mumbles, "Wo de tou fa zen me yang?" Translation: "Is my hair OK?"

"It's a national miracle!" ricochets off the venerable university's walls and echoes throughout the campus. Students on the lawn hug each other, tightly. Professors -- all classes were suspended during the national emergency -- critically analyze the national miracle. Under the guidance of a hastily formed "Central Committee for Tianjin University Miracle," a declaration is posted on all university bulletin boards:

"The national miracle student recovery is attributed to the superior strength of the Chinese spirit that is re-blossoming under the superior leadership of the Communist Party that is leading all Chinese to a better and better life."

The old Mao survives in the new China, marching with a nascent licentiousness that gives this mysterious land some big-time twisted strangeness. But what is this strangeness all about?

Move Over Big Dog

Something very heavy is attempting to manipulate the strings in my head. I know this through osmosis and good old fashion paranoia. Actually, everything here is under the heavy paw of Big Dog, the big authorities. China feels like a Dick Cheney dream realized. But there are limits to Big Dog's power, as we watch the hemorrhaging of Cheney's grand design to turn the Middle East into a massive Florida election.

There is a force brewing in China, one with the potential to reduce national leaders to sniveling weaklings and hawkish fanatics to embarrassing crybabies. It broke Richard Nixon like a helpless twig, and then booted his broken pieces out of Washington.

This awesome power cooking in China is an associate of that chemical monsoon which drove young Americans during the Vietnam War to endless organizational meetings and antiwar demonstrations. It's a comrade of the psychobiological cyclone that ripped through French students in the late 60s closing not only their universities but France. Not the moral force to end an unjust ugly war, not the political idealism to right horrible social wrongs, which are puny ripples compared to this gale. I'm talking about what comes from the desperate need to screw Judy Golden -- or Jim Bremen -- anyone!

When the estrogens and testosterones mix with political agenda, when sex crawls into bed with politics, wars end and governments fall and establishments run. Those wearing expensive suits, whether Brooks Brother's or Zhou Shan Zhuong's, continue to ignore a crucial principle of politics: when sex comes into political play, Big Dog gets beaten badly.

When U.S. soldiers returned from the Vietnam War and heard those terrible chants on college campuses, "Say No To Those Who Say Yes, Say No To..." that is when the whole PTSD (Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder) phenomena started. It didn't start on the battlefield in Vietnam, but with Judy Golden in America. The VA was soon overrun with desperate combat vets humping its office furniture legs. Then the horny guys moved on to drug addiction and beating dogs and other depravities that the media enjoyed reporting in minute detail -- wait, I'm a little off track.

Today, it is true that a terrible lull exists in the student bodies of America. Maybe sex is too easy, maybe thinking is too hard. Maybe pollution has whacked them so bad they are chemically castrated and morally mutilated. I have no idea why the current crop of students are politically dead. But mark my words, the awesome force of horny youth and outraged politics will again be married. A generation is coming that will again use that great enengy for something more that working up a sweat in the sack. And then arrogant authorities will again be stomped into a mincemeat of broken twigs and running desperation.

In China, the libido is rising fast and flirtation is beginning to caress the political; this according to my lovely assistant, May Lay. The Western media is missing -- well, it's missing everything in China, except those erect skyscrapers.

"In countryside," May Lay says slowly, "many bad things. Farmers being cheated out of money, things like doctor are now too expensive. And no work anywhere. But I love my country --"

"Yeah, yeah. But tell me the bad things."

"Many students now say," she hesitates. "They say, what good money if more people poor? Where all the money in China go?"

Having overcome the national disaster at the plastic surgery sign, sexpots and panting-pots are again romping and frolicking on the esteemed lawn of Tianjin University. But I don't have time to wait for their carnal energy to do a vicious head ram into a political idea. In China, as in America, there are many political ideas ready for youthful explosion, but no explosion. But the day is coming:

"So, Mr. Big Dog, why are Chinese peasants suffering more and more when China is getting richer and richer?"

When that simple idea crawls under the youthful sheets of China, there will be an explosion that will blowtorch Big Dog right into the great pound of exile.

Stewart Nusbaumer is editor of Intervention Magazine. You can email him at SNusbaumer@aol.com.


Posted Wednesday, December 21, 2005

 

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