Little Red Men.

“Little green men” or “Russian invaders”?

Seeing this photo I recall the little red men in our Jungle in 70s.

They really could bite the G-3 bullets and our bravest Junglie Solidiers went bananas.

Do be careful!

We had this kind of things since 70s. So we know. Same same?

Since then we offer the Dragon everything he wishes. Girls to Gold. We heartily beslaved ourselves.

Yellow or not , doesn’t matter really.

Survival of the cunningEst.

Be wise.

As my mother says we are the most cunning race in the world. We know how to survive by eating grass.

Now you can see why we are so inferior?

Are you?

Don’t come sell your Isms here, we don’t want to see our dirty, but happy children die.

We would kowtow you if you could honestly give us some Black Chocolate/s form Switzerland which we can eat together with grass. lol.

If you see Burma don’t only see from 1800s. ( Some would see from 1988, lol. )

Far beyond that. We are Mien Tien in Brown/ Black skin from Yunnan, China.

Who is dumb then?

Hmm…

Sometimes, an artist on the street can be wiser than the Mr. and Mrs. President.

I love this High songs of my favourite guitarist, songwriter and singer. Mark the Knopfler.

Done With Bonaparte

We’ve paid in hell since Moscow burned
As cossacks tear us piece by piece
Our dead are strewn a hundred leagues
Though death would be a sweet release

And our grand army is dressed in rags
A frozen starving beggar band
Like rats we steal each other’s scraps
Fall to fighting hand to hand

Save my soul from evil, Lord
And heal this soldier’s heart
I’ll trust in Thee to keep me, Lord
I’m done with Bonaparte

What dreams he made for us to dream
Spanish skies, Egyptian sands
The world was ours, we marched upon
Our little Corporal’s command

And I lost an eye at Austerlitz
The sabre slash yet gives me pain
My one true love awaits me still
The flower of the Aquitaine

Save my soul from evil, Lord
And heal this soldier’s heart
I’ll trust in Thee to keep me, Lord
I’m done with Bonaparte

Well, I pray for her who prays for me
A safe return to my belle France
We prayed these wars would end all wars
In war we know is no romance

And I pray our child will never see
A little Corporal again
Point toward a foreign shore
Captivate the hearts of men

Save my soul from evil, Lord
And heal this soldier’s heart
I’ll trust in Thee to keep me, Lord
I’m done with Bonaparte

Regards.

What a poem!

Our Junglie soliders eat our enemies, especially their offals. So we don’t need No rations even water, they simply march and kill in Bliltzkreig. No joke.

They say Hitler copied that from us.

Oh my.