On Mar 3, 10:00 am, "abianc...@my-deja.com" my-deja.com>
wrote:

There you go again, providing proof of just how unfree China is.
First, why would Chinese not be allowed to tour Taiwan? Possibly
because China is so bad that the govenrment is afraid that these
Chinese would stay in Taiwan and never head back. The mainland Chinese
people are imprisoned in a cage. Second, why would someone not be
qualified to buy real estate unless he has lived in China for one
year? That's just ridiculous. (& restrictions on Shanghai stock
markets too?), No wonder the mainland Chinese are trying to escape.

So how to explain those who return? Well, as you said, for retirement.
They have "spread their seed" in the West or in other countries and so
now they, sorry to be so harsh but, like communist dogs (haha) can
comfortably "return to his Vomit" just like "a sow returns to her
mire".

That's taken from Kiplings poem, which you'll agree because, well,
it's has an underlying ethnic if not racial tone to it which mainland
Chinese implicitly subscribe to.

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http://www.kipling.org.uk/poems_copybook.htm

The Gods of the Copybook Headings

AS I PASS through my incarnations in every age and race,
I make my proper prostrations to the Gods of the Market Place.
Peering through reverent fingers I watch them flourish and fall,
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings, I notice, outlast them all.

We were living in trees when they met us. They showed us each in turn
That Water would certainly wet us, as Fire would certainly burn:
But we found them lacking in Uplift, Vision and Breadth of Mind,
So we left them to teach the Gorillas while we followed the March of
Mankind.

We moved as the Spirit listed. They never altered their pace,
Being neither cloud nor wind-borne like the Gods of the Market Place,
But they always caught up with our progress, and presently word would
come
That a tribe had been wiped off its icefield, or the lights had gone
out in Rome.

With the Hopes that our World is built on they were utterly out of
touch,
They denied that the Moon was Stilton; they denied she was even Dutch;
They denied that Wishes were Horses; they denied that a Pig had Wings;
So we worshipped the Gods of the Market Who promised these beautiful
things.

When the Cambrian measures were forming, They promised perpetual
peace.
They swore, if we gave them our weapons, that the wars of the tribes
would cease.
But when we disarmed They sold us and delivered us bound to our foe,
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings said: "Stick to the Devil you
know."

On the first Feminian Sandstones we were promised the Fuller Life
(Which started by loving our neighbour and ended by loving his wife)
Till our women had no more children and the men lost reason and faith,
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings said: "The Wages of Sin is
Death."

In the Carboniferous Epoch we were promised abundance for all,
By robbing selected Peter to pay for collective Paul;
But, though we had plenty of money, there was nothing our money could
buy,
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings said: "If you don't work you
die."

Then the Gods of the Market tumbled, and their smooth-tongued wizards
withdrew
And the hearts of the meanest were humbled and began to believe it was
true
That All is not Gold that Glitters, and Two and Two make Four
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings limped up to explain it once
more.

As it will be in the future, it was at the birth of Man
There are only four things certain since Social Progress began.
That the Dog returns to his Vomit and the Sow returns to her Mire,
And the burnt Fool's bandaged finger goes wabbling back to the Fire;

And that after this is accomplished, and the brave new world begins
When all men are paid for existing and no man must pay for his sins,
As surely as Water will wet us, as surely as Fire will bum,
The Gods of the Copybook Headings with terror and slaughter return.