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Think about how shitty their lives are for a moment, bear with me. You wake up at four AM to a muggy, sweaty mess because China is a shithole that has an awful climate to live in and you're too poor to afford AC. You put on your generic corporate uniform that represents an entity you're socially supposed to have pride in but you know it's a crock of shit because all the patents, business ideas, and copyrights were stolen from another corporation who did the same thing. You spend an hour commute in darkness either by walking, tram, or a shitty beat up junker that you can see the road through the floorboard in, all to be met by hundreds of other chinks who have all experienced the same morning. Your low level bug boss funnels you in and gives you a stern peptalk in front of everyone for not putting in 14 hours average daily last week like everyone else. He mocks you for your 12 average and then berates you asking if you really even want this job, which is an incredible opportunity for you. You act remorseful and he turns to the next chinaman. Your entire shift consists of inhaling poisonous chemicals and fibers without masks, one ten minute lunch break of dried rice and some kind of rat meat, and a deadily industrial silence that rumbles like Dead Space. After your shift it's payday! Oh, too bad. Penalty for not meeting personal quota. Only fifty dollars this week. As you drive home in your shitheap the engine stalls and you slow to a crawl, barely making it to the curb before a woman bug nearly runs into you because Chinas shit traffic. When you finally get home to your asbestos box you boot up Windows 7 pirated and finally get to play video games. You are then presented with some western pig screeching about cheating and how it's not fair.
Chink does not care about fair. Chink just wants to have what little fun he can before this existential hell repeats. Now look at this comfy cat.
