Thought some of you might find this chart useful.
Recently, Beijing Boyce, the all-star blogger and friend to Shanxi’s most eligible warlord, published my list of the greatest bars of China’s erstwhile capital city. You can read all about it right here. Be sure to notice how kick-ass I look in my Time magazine cover. In honor of this auspicious occasion, I thought I would provide a few tips so that you, my good readers, could learn to drink in true warlord fashion. It ain’t easy, so get your yatou (you do have a servant girl, right?) to fetch a bottle and let’s get started!
It is the holiday season here in Taiyuan, which means a “temporary” truce with the hated Japs, bonus rations of vinegar for the troops, and a plenty of extra performances for my favorite qinqiang opera troop. Tonight they are staging, at my request, a “mash-up” of The White-Haired Girl and A Christmas Carol.
My deepest apologies for not updating my “blog” sooner, but I had been away from Taiyuan, which, I am proud to say, is quite lovely this time of year. Just this morning I was lounging on my extra large kang, watching a private performance from one of my favorite local opera stars (a lovely lass, but only when in full make-up, a long story indeed), looking out into the frigid city, which was choked with coal smoke, and I exclaimed how happy I was to be back in Shanxi.
You see, I have just returned from a super top-secret meeting in Chongqing with my fellow KMT leaders, deciding on how to best pretend to resist Japan while secretly crushing the Red Menace. I cannot tell you the details of the plan, but it involves this odd creation I learned from your internets, some sort of food that is passed off as Chinese food and has the odd moniker “Orange Chicken.” Perhaps you have heard of it? We certainly do not have it in China, but I plan to have my chefs perfect this dish and introduce it into CCP territory, starting with the Jin-Cha-Ji base area. After eating this crap, it is just a matter of time before Mao and his wife sharing peasant hordes drop dead from malnutrition. Surely this is the most brilliant military plan ever hatched over hotpot!
What sick shit will they think of next? Hot pot, but replacing the broth with boiling elephant placenta? Nothing those sick southern fucks might do could surprise me.
Way to go, Guangdongren. Thanks to you, here is what the internet thinks of us Chinese folks:
Let’s just get this straight. Up here in Shanxi, yes we do eat donkey, dipped in our famous and most delicious Shanxi vinegar (I have three bottles within reach right now). But we do not go for this sick shit. Southerners, you are on notice–you best get your culinary act in order, or–and I know this must sound crazy–but stop putting this shit online! Otherwise you can get ready for a full on JPA invasion. You will get your ass kicked Chen Jiongming style.
Note: I normally address my “blog” speeches to you, fine reader, but today I must speak directly to the great provider of funding, the US government. Don’t worry, I will holla at y’all real soon.
Hey America! Yeah, that’s right Uncle Sam, I am aiming this “blog” straight at your Schlitz and SPAM loving noggin. It’s me, Yan Xishan, the Model Governor, the Tomcat of Taiyuan, and the next president of China. You remember me, I am your best hope to fight off those filthy sickos of the Japanese empire. You know that I handle my “bizness” here in Shanxi and have more than a few hands in your pockets, thanks to my homies in the China Lobby. Did you really think I would not hear about this sweet new source of funding? Shit, I know more about US loans than Deng Xiaoping knows about lajiao and explosive diarrhea.