never fear, i was not defeated. the following morning i awoke to the early peking haze to face mao's memorial hall. but, i needed to harness the power of the west. i needed the juice of capitalism to flow through my veins as i reentered that hallowed hall. i needed a mcmuffin. powered by mc'd's i faced my fears of the 5,000 person deep line. without camera i proudly queued. i bought twoyellow chrysanthemums for the great leader and laid them on his tomb.mao's body laid in quiet repose. stately. except for one odd thing,his face way day glow orange. like electric orange. freaky super orange. i shuffled past with my cadre of school children and other line mates. silent and jaw gaping.
upon exiting the tomb we are shoved into the ultimate mao souvenir shop. mao clocks, mao cuff links, mao paintings, mao sculptures, mao necklaces (hay ladies), it's mao's world, we are just living in it. had there been a mao money clip i would have bought it but no, sadly there was not such a treasure.this my friends is mccommunism.
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