I do not see the resemblance.

If you took your head out of your ass like I originally suggested instead of trying to push the CCP’s bullshit, you would.

Sure he doesn’t…

By your logic, the Simpsons are racist against Chinese because they have yellow skin. Again, you keep talking, but all that comes out is incoherent bullshit.

Winne the pooh is racist now? Dude - the whole reason it became a meme is because someone made a cute comparison of how Xi looks like Pooh (which he objectively does) and the whiny little bitch threw a hissy fit and created his own personal Streisand effect. It has nothing to do with the Chinese people and everything to do with a thin-skinned dictator.

Remove your head from your ass before you speak. You’ll sound a lot smarter.

It’s not. The commentator above is just using Israeli style conflation to attempt to dismiss any critique of the Chinese government as racist against Chinese.

Side note: For the record, I’m not racist. I hate everyone equally.

Wow. Didn’t expect it to work so fast. You ok, boo boo?

Challenge accepted.

Mao was a rapist as bad as Trump.

Yep, kids too. And on top of that, he was just fucking gross

Oh, almost forgot… Taiwan is not China, Hong Kong deserves independence, and FREE FUCKING TIBET ALREADY.

Why did it take a whole year for her to take that picture?

Ok kids. Let me take you back in time to the olden days of yore, or as we like to call it, Wednesday morning.

Back then, a little-known user, @dgdft@lemmy.world, posted an innocuous shitpost regarding early Mr. Universe winner, Bruce Randall:

https://kbin.earth/m/lemmyshitpost@lemmy.world/t/3329134/In-the-late-1950s-early-Mr-Universe-winner-Bruce-Randall#comments

Bruce bulked up by putting powdered milk in his milk. This grabbed Lemmy’s attention by the beans and resulted in the memegasm of powdered milk we see today. Last time I checked, it had blown all the way up to Ten Forward:

https://kbin.earth/m/tenforward@lemmy.world/t/3330101/This-substance-is-inefficient#comments

…where apparently resistance to powdered milk is futile.

These days (Wednesday evening), the powdered milk memegasm has mostly run its course. Metamemes are popping up, blending beans and milk, with dire consequences for Lemmings’ digestive systems and anyone standing downwind of them.

In essence, powdered milk is a prime example of the meme lifecycle - arising from a shitpost, wafting high on its own cringe into the collective consciousness to be flung between hairless apes until it splatters over everything, marking everything with its scent before finally descending back into the shitpost from whence it came.

Side note: This would make a perfect subject for a documentary on memes narrated by David Attenborough.

Pregnancy is the gotcha gatcha.

Culture = your Cult

The decentralized design of the Fediverse intentionally allows differing cultures to interact, while preventing any single one from dominating the means of communication. The attempt to define cultural rules is a fools errand without centralized control.

The Fediverse has no centralized control, and thus will never be subject to a single set of cultural rules - nor should it be.

People have been prophesying the end of the world for about as long as we have written records.

Yet the world never ends. It changes.

Often suddenly, violently, and without warning - but it does not end.

What we are experiencing is the beginnings of a violent change, one in which most of our familiar world can be ripped away from us at any time.

But it is not an end. It’s evolutionary pressure. And if you look at speed of human ingenuity and advancement within the course of just a century, we’re on course to keep up and survive this change.

Not all of us, of course, but as a species, absolutely - although we’ll likely look very different as a species once the change we’re going through is complete.

Now I’m not talking out my ass here. I’m an early climate refugee - wildfire took my family home five years ago, and I’ve seen the forests I’ve walked through as a child burnt to ash. The entire neighborhood was erased.

It’s now regrowing. Not the same, but the lilies my mother planted still bloom in the empty lot where the house used to be. There are young oaks sprouting that are now 7’ tall, and along with the lilies, my mother’s rosebush survived. People have started to rebuild, and in another 5 years the neighborhood and surrounding forest will be thriving again.

I don’t believe in endings anymore. I believe in change. And this gives me hope for the future because I know that no matter how bad things get, they will eventually change for the better.

Of course, this also means that no matter how good things get, they’ll eventually change for the worse - so you may as well savor and appreciate the good things in your life while they’re here.

Or as the Buddhists like to say:

“This too shall pass”

Or as I like to sing:

“Wabababa!”