Mr. Tsao, I’m sure with all your decorations and achievements never have you come across the word “ethics” or “responsible journalism.” The fame and reputation you left in your field must have already clouded your sense of respect for other race, other people.
With all due respect, never ever deny the fact that you need “servants” like us more than ever. Without us, no one will be cleaning your sh*t, washing your dishes, cooking your food, doing your laundry, and other stuff that you think are too simple to do at your level of intellect. Beware because if all of us “servants” would boycott our posts and leave people like you, you might end up crying in the corner of your room, without anything to eat or anything to wear.
Dependence on us “servants” are evident in your hometown. Some of your people wouldn’t even allow Filipino domestic assistants to go on holidays, day-offs or vacation. Why? Because if we leave you, your lives will be one big mess. Never ever insult our abilities and capabilities because someday, somehow, you will be coming to one of us, asking for our service – be it to make you look good, to feed you, or even just to clean the roads you’re walking on. We’re everywhere, Ms. Tsao.
Well, in fairness to your statement, it is much better for our country to be called a “nation of servants” than to be called a nation of people like you. Mabuhay ang Pilipino, Mabuhay ang Pilipinas!
Below is the cheap shot article of Mr. Tsao.
The War At Home
March 27th, 2009
The Russians sank a Hong Kong freighter last month, killing the seven Chinese seamen on board. We can live with that—Lenin and Stalin were once the ideological mentors of all Chinese people. The Japanese planted a flag on Diàoyú Island. That’s no big problem—we Hong Kong Chinese love Japanese cartoons, Hello Kitty, and shopping in Shinjuku, let alone our round-the-clock obsession with karaoke.
But hold on—even the Filipinos? Manila has just claimed sovereignty over the scattered rocks in the South China Sea called the Spratly Islands, complete with a blatant threat from its congress to send gunboats to the South China Sea to defend the islands from China if necessary. This is beyond reproach. The reason: there are more than 130,000 Filipina maids working as $3,580-a-month cheap labor in Hong Kong. As a nation of servants, you don’t flex your muscles at your master, from whom you earn most of your bread and butter.
As a patriotic Chinese man, the news has made my blood boil. I summoned
Louisa, my domestic assistant who holds a degree in international politics from the University of Manila, hung a map on the wall, and gave her a harsh lecture. I sternly warned her that if she wants her wages increased next year, she had better tell every one of her compatriots in Statue Square on Sunday that the entirety of the Spratly Islands belongs to China.
Grimly, I told her that if war breaks out between the Philippines and
China, I would have to end her employment and send her straight home, because I would not risk the crime of treason for sponsoring an enemy of the state by paying her to wash my toilet and clean my windows 16 hours a day. With that money, she would pay taxes to her government, and they would fund a navy to invade our motherland and deeply hurt my feelings.
Oh yes. The government of the Philippines would certainly be wrong if they think we Chinese are prepared to swallow their insult and sit back and lose a Falkland Islands War in the Far East. They may have Barack Obama and the hawkish American military behind them, but we have a hostage in each of our homes in the Mid-Levels or higher. Some of my friends told me they have already declared a state of emergency at home. Their maids have been made to shout “China, Madam/Sir” loudly whenever they hear the word “Spratly.”
They say the indoctrination is working as wonderfully as when we used to shout, “Long live Chairman Mao!” at the sight of a portrait of our Great Leader during the Cultural Revolution. I’m not sure if that’s going a bit too far, at least for the time being.
