Can’t even murmur “GodziRRa!” or refer to Japanese as a“Sandal-wearer” jokingly anymore without somebody throwing a huge fit.

Casual racism is on the rebound in this country, but as soon as I dare make a slight comment against these tree clipping, origami folding, fan fluttering, always bowing, always polishing something, bamboo whittlers and their retarded fucking moon language and perverted cartoons—it’s apparently some grand offense? Give me a fucking break! You don’t see me cry when some euro refers to me as elephant.