If I learned anything from this trip, I learned this: the USA is Rome. The shadow of Rome is vast, and it shall swallow you.
The Shadow of the USA is vast. Pax Americana. It touches, colors, contorts, shades, and kisses everything that lives on this earth.
In this city, where I experienced culture shock for the first time in my life, I can… congregate with solely Americans, eat American food, learn not a lick of the local language, and reasonably presuppose American values permeate to at least a portion of the population.
There is no law but American law. I can break whatever this-country law I want, and yet I can flash my blue passport. I can appeal to the American embassy. There may be a media scandal waiting. Japan, my-country, Taiwan, China, it doesn’t matter. I am a Roman, and Roman law prevails over all.
If this sounds haughty, it is because it is. Taiwan is not even a real country; those who profess it is are as delusional as Afrocentrists. My country of origin and Japan, however, are powerful economies. But they are subjugated to Rome. Still... I do not need to listen to their laws, simply because my passport is blue.
How else can I explain this?
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