“Top Gun” is who we in the
United States used to be. Brash, brazen, honest, true, risk-taking,
hyper-competent, and lovers of…the same. And adventure, romance, excellence, liberty,
and tradition.
Now? Not so much. In fact, we dance to
whatever tune Communist China is playing…even though they are bad songs, and
our dancing is craven and repulsive. Most American companies, such as the
National Basketball Association (NBA) and Hollywood movie studios, will do anything
in their attempt to be granted full access to the vast Chinese market. China
knows this. That is why the NBA, hyper-focused on every human rights issue in
the U.S., never says anything about the very Chinese child labor that makes most
of the shoes its athletes wear. Nor does it emit a peep about the CCP’s affinity
for removing the organs of Uyghurs, against their will, and selling them to the
highest bidder. But, hey, some of these things just slip through your hands,
right? Who among us is perfect?
On the other hand-- and for the
aforementioned reason-- when the CCP now tells an American company to do
something, it nearly always complies.
In that vein, China demanded that the producers
of Top Gun: Maverick, a sequel to Top Gun, remove the Taiwanese
and Japanese flag patches from the protagonist’s jacket and other promotional
material. The producers originally complied……but then restored
the patches. Perhaps there is a God.
A healthier, younger America might
have told China to bugger off long ago. Especially one not run by a doddering
old fool beholden to the CCP through cash donations. The studio and its
producers ultimately did the right thing, but should have added several more
Taiwans to Tom Cruise’s jacket. And told the Chicoms there would be a minimum
of 15 Taiwans and a dozen Japans on his jacket for Top Gun III.
The U.S. should inform those in the
Chinese Communist government that, if they don’t stop propping up Russia, aiding
Iran and North Korea, sending spy ballons over us, stealing our technology, buying
up our farmland, sending young military-age males across our southern border, and
generally antagonizing us, we will make certain
that all maps and atlases produced henceforth will show an island named Taiwan
every 500 or so bleeping miles across the bleeping globe. And let them know
that, should they so much as threaten even one of them, we will immediately go
all Sun-Tzu on them.
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