President visits a resident President

President Obama has held a dinner in honour of the visiting Chinese President; attendees included everyone who is great and good in the world of being Chinese, looking Chinese or in Barbara Streisand’s case, once met a Chinese person and wasn’t sick down her blouse. I’m not sure why she was there, and neither it seems was she. When asked she said “I worked in a Chinese restaurant”. I like to think the person asking her then replied, flatly:

“How interesting. Why are you here?” then, upon her repetition of this comment, shoving her in a manner to ensure she stumbles backwards over her mobility scooter muttering something about her name not being on the list. I realise this didn’t happen but it doesn’t prevent me wanting it to. I know it didn’t happen because she goes everywhere with James Brolin these days, and he always looks like the only reason he isn’t punching you in the face is because he’s too far away. A fact that frustrates him intensely. So intensely he’s liable to punch you in the face.

Anyway, the reason I bring up the subject of this dinner is that it was obviously intended to improve relations between America and the Chinese people. Or perhaps to cement the brilliant relations they already have. I hope they are brilliant, after all racism is so mind boggling stupid I find it amazing that it still exists (however I am told that I live in a naïve bubble with relation to this and various other prejudices). So President Obama holds a dinner to say “we know the old stereotypes are essentially nonsense” (without stating it quite so baldly since he is so distressingly erudite this would invite suggestions of his being swapped for a double by the rascally Republicans). This is good to hear, since in our hearts we know that the Chinese are as unlikely (or indeed as likely depending upon how you choose to think of it) to be, say, wandering around with cameras taking photos of everything as Americans (or [insert nationality here]) would be.

Compare the lack of difference between Jackie Chan and Mr and Mrs Streisand.

Nice to see Jackie Chan doing his bit to resist these clichés, isn’t it. Silly Jackie. It could be worse of course, he could have turned up dressed as Mr Yunioshi, so every cloud.