nixon in china!


My amazing friend singing the aria ‘I am the wife of Mao-Tse-tung ’.

This is one of the songs she sang for her Masters recital and got an amazing grade! It was a fantastic performance and I’m lucky to have been a part of it :)

So so proud of her <3 such an amazing singer 

Cracks in the Pillar


I expected something like this to happen, but I hadn’t anticipated it happening so soon. As I’ve talked about, there are several types of cashmasters and Doms here on tumblr. The overwhelming bulk of them are the tired, clichéd middle finger pointing Xeroxed clones.

However, there are also those cashmasters that are true Doms, in every sense of the word. They know how to completely control with sub. Completely bend the slave to their will with a simple command. These are men. Alphas. True Dominants. The Pillars of the Dominant community, and the guidepost for those that come after them.

It Begins

When my next fag contacted me, I immediately recognized his name. At first I assumed he was like a few other cashmasters that have messaged me. Wanting to either congratulate me on using cashfags, or to ask me “how I do it”. So we discuss those sort of things for a while.

After a turn, however, the conversation began to change. I could sense that there was more that the cashmaster wanted to say to me. Something that he wanted to admit. I let him know that when talking with me, he was okay to say anything he wanted. I am here to listen. He states that after such much time of raping wallets left and right, that he needed let out other parts of his desires. He needed to fully embrace the thoughts buried deep in his mind.

He needed to open his fagheart.

I ask him if he’d like to take the part of sub for a while, and he readily replies “Yes”. He’s concerned about his reputation, not only externally, but perhaps even more so internally–what he will think about himself after he is done.

This was the weekend that Urinal was visiting me, so he was concerned about being seen by my local servant. I assured him that urinal had been sent to a different room, and would have no knowledge of what was about to transpire.

To my surprise, he wanted to go straight to TeamViewer. He was clearly a man of strength, because going right to TV is too much for most fags. We get it loaded up, and I can see various other cashrape sessions he had completed. I compliment him on his work, and then order him to get his form of payment ready.


Before I send myself the first tribute, he’s begging for my cock to enter into his mind. He wants it, but he’s scared. He longs for it, but can only handle the tip of first. I oblige, and slowly insert my the tip of my cock into his fagmind.

I send myself an inconsequential tribute. If it were any other slave, it wouldn’t be worth writing about. But for the beacon of the scene, this says something. (For all you slow people out there, this is an “Only Nixon could go to China” kind of moment).

And with that, he gave in completely to the intensity of my control and orgasmed an explosive load.

The One Who Watches the Watchers

After I dialed back the intensity, he was distraught over the actions he had just taken. He had opened himself to me, and he knew that the balance of power would never be the same between us again.

I blogged a month ago about breaking the haughty would-be Alpha. The fag who claimed to be an Alpha, but never truly was. This is different. The cashmaster truly is someone that has earned the title of Alpha. Dominant. In control. For him to break is something else entirely.

I assure him that I still viewed him as a viable, well beloved member of the scene. That his secret desires are safe with me. Everyone has their secret desires, thoughts and dreams. It can be okay to explore them. Doesn’t mean you have to dive in all the way, but it can be okay to explore.

How far will he go?

With that, the cashmaster opened his wallet and more importantly his fagheart to me. I cared little that it was one tribute, or that it was for such a paltry amount.

All that matters is that yet another master has been humbled.

The broken cashmaster is now the CrackedPillar.

Who’s Next?

Let’s talk. Skype: DivineDrainer.


Summary: Alfred thinks he’s figured out the perfect way to put the squeeze on Ivan in the wake of the Sino-Soviet split. By making nice with Yao—what else? Because ‘the enemy of my enemy is my friend’ is tried and tested and completely foolproof, you bet.

Or: In which the world’s youngest empire has a conversation with one of the oldest. 

Notes: historical!hetalia. basically- the backdrop of Nixon Goes to China, and the Sino-Soviet split. not really shippyish, more like hard-nosed ‘what’s in it for me’ talk. takes place in the same continuity as the boy king.

1972, Beijing 

“Shit- I don’t get you at all—just think how much money you’d rake in from the tourists if you went and stopped being a hermit and threw your doors open tomorrow.”

And he wasn’t even being hyperbolic. The view was amazing; the way the ancient fortifications snaked across the undulating hills and mountains, a great stone dragon dozing amidst the snow-speckled landscape for miles and miles and miles—

“You have quite the one track mind,” Yao observes drily, “And you are very…cheerful today.”

Alfred grins broadly. He is in a good mood, and it’s not just the fine weather, or the boisterous atmosphere from the gaggle of reporters, government aides and other hangers-on around them.

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It wasn’t Woodward & Bernstein. It was Panda and…Panda #2.

8 Insane Coincidences You Won’t Believe Happened (Pt. 2)

#8. Various World Leaders Fall to the “Two Pandas” Curse, All at the Same Time

In 1976, the BBC ran a documentary called Very Important Pandas that pointed out this bizarre and quite frankly ridiculous coincidence. It starts with Richard Nixon, who was given two giant pandas by the Republic of China during a visit, because they didn’t have time to buy him a box of chocolates and that was the first thing they found in the pantry. That was in 1972 – Nixon Watergated his way out of the U.S. presidency two years later.

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But, I also remember what my history teacher told us last semester: Only Nixon can go to China. I have no idea what she meant, but it reminded me of when my family ordered Chinese food and sat down together for our traditional Simchas Torah screening of Schindler’s List. That’s really when all of this started. It wasn’t the most normal tradition, but we did it for my mom. She said it made her feel connected to her Jewish roots. As she was giving me my sweet-and-sour pork she said something that really hit home:
    You’re no better than them, Noah. Why can’t you date a Jewish girl?


September 9th 1976: Chairman Mao dies

On this day in 1976, the Chinese Communist leader Mao Zedong died just after midnight at the age of 82. Born in 1893 into a Chinese farming family, the young Mao quickly developed an interest in Marxist and Communist ideology. After World War Two, a civil war broke out in China between the ruling nationalists led by Chiang Kai-shek and the communists he had tried to purge. Despite having the support of many Western nations like the United States, Chiang Kai-shek was defeated and Mao, who had led the communists, was victorious. On October 1st 1949 Mao proclaimed the founding of the People’s Republic of China. Mao then ruled the country as Chairman of the Communist Party, and under his rule any opposition to the communist regime was ruthlessly suppressed. Millions died under his rule, some from his disastrous policies like the ‘Great Leap Forward’ of 1958 which tried to rapidly transform China from an agrarian to industrial economy and triggered a deadly famine. Millions more died under his ruthless persecution, especially after the 'Cultural Revolution’ of 1966 which aimed to purge counter-revolutionary forces in Chinese society. Overall Mao’s rule is believed to have caused the deaths of 40 to 70 million people. In his last years Mao worked to ease tensions with Western powers and met with US President Nixon in China in 1972. Mao Zedong died in 1976 following a period of deteriorating health; his body lay in state at the Great Hall of the People for ten days and his embalmed body remains on display in his mausoleum in Beijing.

Opera by Carly Rae Jepsen

Opera by Carly Rae Jepsen
(This was compiled with the help of my facebook friends)

La Bohème: Hey, I just met you, and this is crazy, but you have tuberculosis, so call me before you die, maybe.

Magic Flute: Hey, I just met you, and this is crazy, I’m Papagena, let’s make 4325670928456720 babies.

Carmen: Hey, I just met you, and this is crazy, but here’s a flower, so get arrested for me, become a fugitive, get all angsty and emo and then kill me… maybe.

The Valkyrie: Hey I just met you and this is crazy, but I think we might be brother and sister so let’s procreate and make a demi-god child who will bring about the end of ages.

Bluebeard’s Castle: Hey, I just married you, and my house is crazy, so open all these fucked-up doors and I’ll kill you like the rest of my wives, maybe?

Madame Butterfly: Hey, I just met you, and this is crazy… hey! where are you going?

Hey I just met you and this is crazy but I know you hate me because I sing real low and you like that good looking higher singing guy but call me if you decide you want a real man. How’s that fellas? maybe. (My Dad’s spot-on synopsis of all opera).

La Calisto: Hey, I just met you, and this is crazy, but I’m Zeus in drag, so let’s make out maybe.

Don Giovanni: Hey I just met you.
F*** me.

Don Giovanni: Hey I just met you and this is crazy, but here’s my number so do me maybe.
Hey I just met you and this is crazy…
Hey I just met you…
Hey I just met you… X2,065

Oh god a giant statue just dragged me down to hell.

Salome: Hey I just met you, And this is crazy, but here’s your head on a platter, so I’ll make out with it maybe… nope, definitely.

Nixon in China: Hey I just met you and this is crazy, but I’m Richard Nixon, in China.

Lucia di Lammermoor: Hey, I just met you, and I AM CRAZY! I’m gonna stab you! So call me maybe. ;)

Dr. Atomic: Hey I just met you, and this is crazy, but I made a bomb so, batter my heart maybe.

Turandot: Hey I just met you, and your questions are easy, so here’s my riddle, call me, maybe?

Magic Flute (variation 2): Hey, I just met you, and this is crazy, actually I haven’t met you, I’ve only seen your portrait and will risk my life to save you anyway. Marry me maybe?

Carmen (Variation 2) Hi, I just walked alllllllll the way here, I’m definitely crazy, but here’s a letter from your mama, come home and marry me, maybe?

anonymous asked:

USA isn't powerful because everything it does depends on Israel. Israel controls USA's foreign policy.

How pleasant, antisemitic bullshit in my inbox.

What is this “control” over US foreign policy you speak of? I can see the US favours Israel vis a vis Israel-Palestine because as usual, the US favours its allies for strategic reasons- but the idea that this extends to some shadowy Israeli manipulation of the entire spectrum of US foreign policy is just the same shit about a global Jewish conspiracy wrapped in different packaging. FYI: The Nazis said the same thing about German Jews during WW2 vis a vis the Allied Powers. 

Here’s a history lesson for you too so you can see how nonsensical this ask is. Shockingly, the US wasn’t always a staunch ally of Israel. This shift only happened after Israel won the 6-Day War convincingly- prior to that, the American foreign policy approach was “even-handedness”. Where it tried not to show favouritism for Israel or the Arab states precisely because it hoped to win them over into the American sphere of influence too. So they wouldn’t become Soviet client states. As the USSR was also involved in the region. Anyway, Israel’s ability to defeat several Arab states made it look like a strong partner in the region. So here we are today. 

Further, the US closing an eye to allies with spotty human rights records is hardly unusual. The US not being as hard on Israel for issues with Palestinians is actually unfortunately the trend. It’s not the exception, it’s almost the rule. Saudi Arabia? Egypt, under Mubarak? Iran under Reza Shah Pahlavi, the Philippines under Marcos, Chile under Pinochet? Because if you promised to be anticommunist, Uncle Sam’s going to look the other way for other things. Better dead than red, that sort of thing. Today, there’s the same old reluctance to rock the boat with long-standing American allies.

Or maybe you’re right! Israel controls US foreign policy. Nixon went to China because Israel told him so even though I can’t quite figure out what influence they would have there. Obama decided to make the Iran nuclear deal- despite the vociferous protests of the Netanyahu. Clearly, Israel controls US foreign policy. Why let yourself be constrained by logic? Let’s throw in time-travelling, to before 1967. The Marshall Plan was because of Israel. The Berlin Airlift? Also Israel. Containment policy? Israel! The Korean War? Duh, Israel

Or you could consider that maybe, just maybe, the most powerful nation in the world really is that powerful and not some sock-puppet for one of its much smaller allies. 


Nixon In China (Opera): Act I Scene 1 - News 

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