If you don't know where you are right now, then you're obviously lost. If you do know where you are right now, then you have made an awful selection in the personal pages you choose to visit. You should probably be anywhere but here for the sake of your sanity as well as mine. Infact the very moral integrity of the world depends on people not visiting this homepage. Yes, this page is seriously that detrimental to your sanity. No joke.

Courteous introductions aside, you have just placed yourself within the dwelling room of an angsty asian american teen struggling to discover himself within the chaos of adolescense, low self-esteem and culture clash. In other words, your classic romance story.

If you know who I am or are atleast familiar with my homepage, I'm sorry. To those who have not the slightest aspiration towards what the hell this page could possibly be about, be patient and ye shall be enlightened. I believe the best way to quickly and immediately explain my story would be through the nice little letter I had going on this page until a short while ago. It explains just about everything...

And now for your viewing pleasure:

Quite a while ago I went on a search on google for communist propaganda. This was a search done with all intended legitimacy. I was honestly looking for some historical documents of communist propaganda for research. I was hoping to find an excerpt of Mao's Red Book or something of that sort. Instead I found pure hilarity.

Rather than finding sober historical sites, I found radically conservative reactionary paranoia of communist infiltration in the United States. One site was trying to organize a protest against a Chinese themed amusement park intended to educate children about the ancient empire. The sophisticated locals however interpreted the park as Chinese communist propaganda trying to infiltrate their pure American lifestyle. Oh the interesting people you can find on the internet...