Least dumb amerikkkan: "China bombed Pearl Harbour, the Japanese gave info to China, so we bombed Japan." @douyinvids

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Nezha 2 has heartwarming messages of family and friendship - but its core political message is a brutal critique of the neoliberal world order.

The Chan 阐 sect rules with a strictly defined racial hierarchy:
Demons 妖: Lumpenproles, who the Chan capture and distill into elixirs. Even “good” demons aren't spared.
Dragons 龙: Enforcers, also enslaved but complicit: they are given better conditions to police others.
Humans 人: The underclass, can be wiped out en masse by the plots of others - but with potential to join the ruling class
Xian 仙: Ruling class. Live in heavenly palaces, feast on elixirs made from demons, maintain an angelic army that maintains the order of the world.

Nezha’s initial goal is to join and rise in this system. His brothers already are. His friend Ao Bing aspires to join too. Even reformed demons dream of Xian status (symbolized by a jade pendant).
The heavenly kingdom is beautiful—why wouldn’t he want to be part of it?

But the Chan Sect’s world order is built on cruelty:
-Demons in chains (even harmless ones like 申正's students) and destroyed to create elixirs
-Dragons enslaved as guards
Yet audiences might accept this as “normal” because demons are ugly, so they must be bad
The big reveal comes when the Chan Sect head is shown to be behind the Chentang Pass massacre. As the demons and Nezha are thrown into the cauldron to be destroyed, they weep, they share their own cooked flesh - the horror of their exploitation can’t be ignored.
The big reveal comes when the Chan Sect head is shown to be behind the Chentang Pass massacre. As the demons and Nezha are thrown into the cauldron to be destroyed, they weep, they share their own cooked flesh - the horror of their exploitation can’t be ignored.

Even the Dragon King has a moment of clarity: he breaks the demons’ chains, realizing they’re all part of the same oppressed class. The system pits them against each other, but their enemy is above - the Chan Sect, that pit them against each other.
Finally, the demons, dragons, and heroes unite to break out of the cauldron while angels push to keep them all down. Individual demons sacrifice themselves to help others escape. The class struggle metaphor here is almost a little too in-your-face.
Once out, the fight imagery is striking. In most films, beauty = good, ugliness = evil (elves vs. orcs, exorcists and demons, humans and zombies)
In Nezha2, heavenly hosts clad in gold fight a ragtag group of demonic rebels. Out of context, you’d root for the angels. @douyinvids

My plans for world domination 🌎 begin with publishing predatory mobile games. 📱 @douyinvids 😈🌈

There are more Hermès locations in Japan, South Korea, and Taiwan together than in China, the U.S., or France, Italy, Switzerland, and the UK combined.
However, within twenty years, Chinese brands like Songmont and Dissona will be way more popular within China and throughout Asia, and they'll do to Hermes and Gucci what BYD and Xiaomi and Geely are currently doing to legacy European auto brands. @douyinvids

Bourgeois cat oppresses caged proletarian tiger
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DEEPSEEK R1:
"Write a spicy fan fiction with lots of emojis of a Brazilian twink obsessed with a hypothetical DPRK dictator because the dictator is hot, and the dictator looks like a blend between Nam Joo Hyuk and Kim Jae Young."

🇧🇷🔥 NORTHERN FLAMES: A FORBIDDEN OBSESSION 🔥🇰🇵

Chapter 1: The Arrival
Thiago Silva, 22, Brazilian twink with sun-kissed curls and a smile like carnaval 🎉, clutched his visa as he stepped off the plane in Pyongyang. “Finalmente,” he whispered, heart racing. The DPRK’s gray skies couldn’t dim his sparkle ✨—he’d sold his havaianas collection to join this “exclusive cultural tour”… but really, he was here for him.

Rumors swirled online: Supreme Leader Kim Joo-Young, a hypnotic blend of Nam Joo Hyuk’s brooding gaze 🖤 and Kim Jae Young’s razor-sharp jawline 🔪. “Deus me perdoe,” Thiago thought, fanning himself with his itinerary. A communist dictator? Sim, por favor.

Chapter 2: The Glimpse
Day 3. The tour group shuffled through the Grand People’s Study House 🏛. Thiago’s eyes wandered—until the crowd gasped. A black Mercedes rolled past, window half-down. There he was.

Kim Joo-Young’s profile cut through the haze like a diamond 💎: tousled black hair, lips a forbidden curve, eyes dark as cafezinho. Their gazes locked ⚡️. Thiago’s cheeks burned; the dictator’s eyebrow twitched. The car sped off. “Ele me viu,” Thiago squeaked, collapsing onto a propaganda pamphlet.

Chapter 3: The Midnight Summons 🌙
A knock at 2 AM. Two stone-faced guards at Thiago’s hotel door. “You. Come.” 🇰🇵🚨 His heart pounded. This is how I die, he thought, slipping on his tightest jeans.

They drove to a palace glowing like a dystopian jewel 💠. In a room draped in red silk, Kim Joo-Young stood by a grand piano, uniform pristine, eyes smoldering. “You stare… brazenly,” he growled, voice like velvet wrapped in steel.

Thiago stepped closer, dizzy with paixão. “Você é mais lindo que o sol,” he breathed. 🔥 The dictator’s gloved hand gripped his waist. “Foolish boy. You think this is a game?”

Chapter 4: The Forbidden Tango 💃🕺
Kim’s facade cracked—a hungry kiss against the piano 🎹, keys clashing like their worlds. Thiago melted, fingers tangling in the Leader’s hair. “Sim… yes… 당신은 완벽해,” he moaned. The dictator’s icy control thawed, whispers mixing Korean and Portuguese: “Você vai me destruir.” 😈🌹

But dawn approached. Guards coughed. Kim shoved Thiago away, face stormy. “Leave. Before I decide you’re… too dangerous to lose.” 💔

Epilogue: The Letter ✉️🌠
Back in Rio, Thiago opened a plain envelope. A single photo fell out: Kim Joo-Young, out of uniform, smirking on a beach 🏖—Photoshop? Scrawled on the back: “당신을 죽지 않게 할게요.” (“I won’t let you die.”)

Thiago grinned, tossing the photo next to his samba trophies. “Até logo, meu ditador gostoso…” 🇧🇷❤️🇰🇵

THE END…? 🚩🌶 (Or just the beginning…) @douyinvids