Talking about 我不是愤青，但是我是民族主义者！
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我不是愤青，但是我是民族主义者！

 

欧洲人亲自推翻了政教合一的政府，然后支持达赖去搞政教合一，

欧洲人亲自灭掉了一系列大大小小的邦国，成立一个个统一的民族国家，然后支持台湾独立，

欧洲人每天9点钟起床，喝喝咖啡，看看报纸，打打电话，动动嘴巴，一个月挣得合人民币几十万，高高兴兴地购买中国的廉价商品然后说中国人不尊重人权依靠低廉的成本来搞倾销。

他们说中国人收入低，可他们凭什么拿那么多的薪水。东方人像驴一样疯狂地干活儿，却接受着他们西方人制定的全球经济结构的剥削。这叫做人权么？

 

欧洲人为什么反华，那是因为心里面的惧怕。他们不愿意看到一个强大的中国的崛起，那意味着他们特权的消失。一个周末喝得烂醉如泥每天只想着去哪里晒太阳的民族怎么可能和中国人竞争？什么人权，什么宗教自由，什么专制，什么侵略。统统都是自私的借口。一个每天面临着激烈竞争，充满了危机感和压迫感的民族所具有的爆发力，足以让这个世界现有的体制和秩序崩溃。欧洲人的精英们当然了解这一点，然后像鸵鸟一样把头埋在沙子里无法面对。于是编造了一系列的流言来欺骗民众，来逃避现实。我从来不鄙视日本人，因为他们的勤奋配得上他们的富强。但是我鄙视那些掠夺完全世界的财富然后就不思进取的民族。他们不配站在食物链的最高端，更不配对勤奋的民族指手画脚，评头论足！

 

讲一个故事

藏独的中心在伦敦，因为一百年前英国人侵略了这片净土，也一直谋划着把西藏从中国分裂出去。达赖从小就接受良好的英语教育，欧洲的藏独分子也大多是西藏当年的农奴主的后代，当然对共产党恨之入骨。然而，相对于法国和德国，英国这次表现得出乎意料地克制，比起默克尔和萨科奇这些急先锋来说，布朗显得沉稳许多。这个原因究竟是什么？

上个世纪八十年代末，撒切尔政府取消了大量的社会福利，开始执行新的经济政策，鼓励国民经济从制造业向信息产业，人工智能，创意产业这些当时看上去非常超前的概念性行业转移。当时的英国民众怨声载道。然而在我看来，这个举措比起马岛战争来说意义深远得多。二十年过后，英国人开始享受新经济政策带给他们的好处。英国也成了欧盟经济的领头羊。

 

再看看法国和德国，这两个欧洲曾经的发动机。出于对本国制造技术的自信和依赖以及左翼的长期执政，这两个八十年代叱诧风云的国家在新千年突然发现了一个恐怖的对手——中国。

 

不要以为法德两国的领导人和老江打得火热就觉得这些都是热情友好善良真诚的好哥们儿。人家骨子里是看不起中国人的。中国人只配拿成千上万吨的纺织品食品日用品之类的低级产品来换他们的技术。一辆汽车的成本才多少钱？不就是几吨钢么，凭什么买个好几十万?就因为人家有这个技术，而我们没有，我们只能出夯力。人家凭什么能够看得起出夯力的民族？

 

二十年之后，欧洲人发现他们错了。中国人不仅可以织毛衣，现在连火车头都卖到英国了。价格是法国的一半，质量只好不坏。布朗挠着头皮红着脸给他的欧洲兄弟们说实在是不好意思中国这生意的诱惑实在是太大了。咱们兄弟归兄弟，这日子还得分着过啊。法国人懵了，再想想中国现在都成立大飞机公司了，过个十年中国产的大飞机出厂了，价格再是你的一半儿，波音和空客岂不是都要倒闭了？到时候还能卖什么给中国去？LV的包包？全法国的牛都要宰了才能平衡贸易逆差吧。法国人和德国人终于出离愤怒了。再这么下去，老子们不都要下岗了么？

 

所以说，达尔富尔也好，藏独也好，台湾也好，人权也好，都是些幌子，实质上是对中国崛起的恐怖，欧洲人话来说，叫做“黄祸”。只可惜，清醒的人没有几个，这些幌子只能是隔靴搔痒，杯水车薪而已。你不像美国英国那样发掘自身的潜力，不像小日本那样拼了命地工作，指望着喊几句自由西藏就能解决问题了么？空客不还是要倒闭？你骂中国人都是技术小偷，那你骂好了。反正我们偷了技术还是会卖给你的，还比你生产的便宜，你要不要？不要你就买贵的，要了你就下岗吧。中国人比你想象的要聪明得多啊。

 

所以说，让那些无知的小人叫嚣去好了，他们自己不进步，但不能指望人家也不进步啊。凭什么我们给你打一辈子工呢？你抵制中国？那就意味着你要推翻你们自己建立的自由贸易体系，你们可能么？

所以说，无知者无畏啊。

所以说，欧洲人爱怎么闹就怎么闹去吧。我只会好好读我的书，做我的工作。上了这么多年学，从来没有认真想过为什么要读书。一直到出了国才渐渐明白

——为中华崛起而读书！

我也要好好读书，好好工作，做好自己的事情。让自己活得开心，让别人看着妒忌。

  archtiects, i am sick of your shit   
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Here is an open letter by Annie Choi called " archtiects, i am sick of your shit"

 

Once, a long time ago in the days of yore, I had a friend who was studying architecture to become, presumably, an architect.

This friend introduced me to other friends, who were also studying architecture. Then these friends had other friends who were architects - real architects doing real architecture like designing luxury condos that look a lot like glass dildos. And these real architects knew other real architects and now the only people I know are architects. And they all design glass dildos that I will never work or live in and serve only to obstruct my view of New Jersey.

Do not get me wrong, architects. I like you as a person. I think you are nice, smell good most of the time, and I like your glasses. You have crazy hair, and if you are lucky, most of it is on your head. But I do not care about architecture. It is true. This is what I do care about:

* burritos
* hedgehogs
* coffee

As you can see, architecture is not on the list. I believe that architecture falls somewhere between toenail fungus and invasive colonoscopy in the list of things that interest me.

Perhaps if you didn’t talk about it so much, I would be more interested. When you point to a glass cylinder and say proudly, hey my office designed that, I giggle and say it looks like a bong. You turn your head in disgust and shame. You think, obviously she does not understand. What does she know? She is just a writer. She is no architect. She respects vowels, not glass cocks. And then you say now I am designing a lifestyle center, and I ask what is that, and you say it is a place that offers goods and services and retail opportunities and I say you mean like a mall and you say no. It is a lifestyle center. I say it sounds like a mall. I am from the Valley, bitch. I know malls.

Architects, I will not lie, you confuse me. You work sixty, eighty hours a week and yet you are always poor. Why aren’t you buying me a drink? Where is your bounty of riches? Maybe you spent it on merlot. Maybe you spent it on hookers and blow. I cannot be sure. It is a mystery. I will leave that to the scientists to figure out.

Architects love to discuss how much sleep they have gotten. One will say how he was at the studio until five in the morning, only to return again two hours later. Then another will say, oh that is nothing. I haven’t slept in a week. And then another will say, guess what, I have never slept ever. My dear architects, the measure of how hard you’ve worked and how much you’ve accomplished is not related to the number of hours you have not slept. Have you heard of Rem Koolhaas? He is a famous architect. I know this because you tell me he is a famous architect. I hear that Rem Koolhaas is always sleeping. He is, I presume, sleeping right now. And I hear he gets shit done. And I also hear that in a stunning move, he is making a building that looks not like a glass cock, but like a concrete vagina. When you sleep more, you get vagina. You can all take a lesson from Rem Koolhaas.

Life is hard for me, please understand. Architects are an important part of my existence. They call me at eleven at night and say they just got off work, am I hungry? Listen, it is practically midnight. I ate hours ago. So long ago that, in fact, I am hungry again. So yes, I will go. Then I will go and there will be other architects talking about AutoCAD shortcuts and something about electric panels and can you believe that is all I did today, what a drag. I look around the table at the poor, tired, and hungry, and think to myself, I have but only one bullet left in the gun. Who will I choose?

I have a friend who is a doctor. He gives me drugs. I enjoy them. I have a friend who is a lawyer. He helped me sue my landlord. My architect friends have given me nothing. No drugs, no medical advice, and they don’t know how to spell subpoena. One architect friend figured out that my apartment was one hundred and eighty seven square feet. That was nice. Thanks for that.

I suppose one could ask what someone like me brings to architects like yourselves. I bring cheer. I yell at architects when they start talking about architecture. I force them to discuss far more interesting topics, like turkey eggs. Why do we eat chicken eggs, but not turkey eggs? They are bigger. And people really like turkey. See? I am not afraid to ask the tough questions.

So, dear architects, I will stick around, for only a little while. I hope that one day some of you will become doctors and lawyers or will figure out my taxes. And we will laugh at the days when you spent the entire evening talking about some European you’ve never met who designed a building you will never see because you are too busy working on something that will never get built. But even if that day doesn’t arrive, give me a call anyway, I am free.

Yours truly,
Annie Choi

她说：

接着上回的说说，但凡艺术就不能尝试的事还真不一定

这事儿得这么说起

看你怎么看待艺术了

如果你是一饥饿的农民，那艺术就像海底珍，遥不可及又华美绚丽，想都不用想

如果你是一暴富的财主，艺术就是您手里头攥着的那块翡翠板指，在人看是价值连城在您眼力不过是个摆设

再如果你是一国外艺术家，那没得说，您是真玩艺术的，因为您玩得起啊，您就是这命，您不玩谁玩？

一旦不幸地您是一国内艺术家，还打小挺有挺有理想的那种，得了，等着让艺术玩吧，在没有完善的社会保障制度的中国还硬学人家外国人，不是懦弱地向生活举枪就是让自己当笑话

所以得出一结论

同学们，不要再中不中洋不洋的了，要是想当外国人就趁早入了籍，成了人家的人，要不就彻彻底底地学习好我们国家的国粹，让他们发扬光大，争取光芒四射，射死洋鬼子

这就是我一直以来想说的

仓促之中语句不免应该再有些斟酌

实在也是懒得再修饰 有那时间我得好好个大睡觉

（摘自再来）

The Paradoxical Commandments - my motto

People are illogical, unreasonable, and self-centered.
Love them anyway.

If you do good, people will accuse you of selfish ulterior motives.
Do good anyway.

If you are successful, you win false friends and true enemies.
Succeed anyway.

The good you do today will be forgotten tomorrow.
Do good anyway.

Honesty and frankness make you vulnerable.
Be honest and frank anyway.

The biggest men and women with the biggest ideas can be shot down by the smallest men and women with the smallest minds.
Think big anyway.

People favor underdogs but follow only top dogs.
Fight for a few underdogs anyway.

What you spend years building may be destroyed overnight.
Build anyway.

People really need help but may attack you if you do help them.
Help people anyway.

Give the world the best you have and you'll get kicked in the teeth.
Give the world the best you have anyway.