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My good friend Jamie, erstwhile blogger and man about town, often finds the time throughout the course of his busy day to send me links and reports on his pet concerns. Most of them are topics that carry far greater weight than the bullshit scatological meditations that this particular site proffers. However, one weighty subject that has captured my interest (courtesy of Jamie) is the one about the big bad communist government censoring newspapers and big bad multinational Wall-Street darlings kowtowing to them.

There is no need for me to blog in depth about this, since the online clamoring for the destruction of microgoogleyahoosoft is loud and passionate enough. We get it; censorship = bad. There is no better source for discussion and opinion about this than here. And though I hardly believe that I’ll be locked up in some dank Chinese prison for making fun of cab drivers and the phlegm-battered pavement of Shanghai, I’d like to think that I could talk some shit about Uncle Hu and his inevitably fruitless battle with the elements of free speech without worrying about my door getting knocked down by the PLA. Therefore, when commie dinosaurs take a stand on the side of freedom, it makes me quite foolish hopeful in the optimism I have for the one day I’ll be able to pound one out outside the lingerie store at Xiangyang market in the name of free speech.

(And just in case the PLA are indeed outside, Uncle Hu refers not to Hu Jintao, China’s infallible leader, but my 2nd uncle Norman Brownstein Hu, donut-lover emeritus).