Not all tea times are relaxing.
You can’t climb it, but your VPN can.
Pink on the outside, red all the way in.
They don’t get paid. They just enjoy being wrong for free.
Not pro-regime, just anti-everything else.
Loud abroad, fragile at home.
They unsubscribed from reality and called it healing.
When tigers fall, vultures eat well.
Turns out the horse wasn’t loyal either.
Not everyone lives in China. Some live above it.
They clean the boots they’re not even allowed to lick.
They saw the fire and said: more fuel.
It’s not nostalgia. It’s state-mandated déjà vu.
The city’s being cleaned. You were the dust.
They buried us as a threat. We returned as a market.
They don’t fix the cracks. They just paint over them daily.
Exclusive: What the Standing Committee said after lights out.
National problems, now in foreign packaging.
If you can’t change the system, change your timezone.
Not a cult. Just deeply spiritual amphibian-based satire.
He cried, therefore he cared. Cut. Next scene.
The crab doesn’t pinch you. It gently removes your voice.
Sorry I joined the Party at age seven. I was young. I needed the scarf.
We didn’t vote for him, but we know what he ordered.
They couldn’t define the threat. So they arrested the sentence.
Your taxes at work. Somewhere far, far away.
He who rewrites history—also renames its characters.
Trade talks… but make it OnlyFans.
When you speak like the state has its own planet, people will believe you.
