Pulling the Plug on China
So, Google may pack up and leave China, after finding out the Chinese have been cyber attacking the Google Internet system.
Surprise. Surprise.
More than Google might buy a ticket on the 14-hour Beijing/Newark shuttle out of China.
Americans could quit buying most things made in China. No more $15 made-in-China dress shoes at WallyMart. No more $300 big screens from Beijing. No more silk shirts from Shenzhen. No more rip-off Gucci bags from Guangxi.
Imagine the U.S. Main Street response to such a boycott: the tearing of hair, the screaming and moaning by liberals and conservatives alike; charges of punishing America’s poor while protecting Wall Street fat cats!
Now, before Internet or Facebook trolls start labeling me an isolationist, a racist, sexist, elitist and bigot, let me note I was married to a Chinese woman. (A lovely, engaging woman.)
I lived in China three years. (Culturally, an awesome country.) Traveled from Hong Kong to Dalian, lots of time in Shanghai and Beijing, and in remote rural areas, eating farm meals of fish head soup and rice with Chinese peasant family members, sitting on dirt floors, around stone fireplaces, in huts with no windows and pigs in the bedrooms.
But most urban Chinese – especially those under 40 – have nothing but distain for the United States and Americans. They see us as a gluttonous glob of overweight, self absorbed people. Our kids don’t learn, our economy doesn’t work; lazy round-eyes that scream “Gimmme Mine! ME! ME! ME!” about everything from food stamps to health care.
Young Chinese consider America the trash bin of history. And they’d love to help close the lid.
So, maybe it’s time we take out our own trash in America. Have a housecleaning and a work bee; start on a new diet, get some backbone and kahoones.
I’d start by putting China and Chinese consumer products on my high calorie, junk food, take-out-the-trash list.
Right behind Wall Street. The banks. Entitlement programs. And War in Wackastan.
Think we could coax Dirty Harry out of retirement?