Taiwan Orgy at Kenting Music Festival
No One Cares About China
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13 April 2023 (Thursday)
OP-ED/Satire
Taiwan Orgy at Kenting Music Festival
No One Cares About China
By Wendell Minnick (Whiskey Mike) 顏文德
TAIPEI - As China launched the largest military exercise in Taiwan’s history, headlines around the world erupted. Foreign and domestic outlets breathlessly declared an imminent invasion—something on par with Normandy, or so the narrative went.
Meanwhile, inside Taiwan’s Ministry of National Defense press center, foreign reporters peppered officials with inane questions. One journalist even asked, “What exactly is a frigate?” The gravity of the moment was clearly lost on them.
But just a few hundred kilometers away, in the southern coastal town of Kenting, another scene was unfolding—one that barely made the news.
The annual Spring Scream Festival was in full swing.
It’s a chaotic cocktail of drugs, sex, and rock & roll—Taiwanese-style. The drinking age here is 18, and no one at Spring Scream was thinking about the PLA. Thousands of young Taiwanese danced through the night under laser lights, high on freedom and whatever else they could get their hands on.
Chinese warships patrolling the nearby waters must have seen the laser beams cutting across the night sky, heard the distorted thump of basslines echoing over the waves. Radio chatter among the sailors likely turned confused, maybe even anxious. Were those lasers part of some bizarre electronic warfare system? A secret weapon?
Of course not. It was just Taiwan’s youth flipping off the notion of conquest—with glow sticks and electric guitars.
But Beijing’s military wouldn’t report that back to headquarters. The truth doesn’t survive inside the Great Firewall.
And if any PLA pilot or sailor caught a glimpse of that scene and felt a flicker of envy, they’d bury it deep.
This isn’t Whoville. And China isn’t the Grinch with a heart poised for redemption.
This is the Red Grinch—unmoved, unyielding. No heart to grow. No song to sing. Just discipline, concrete, and the cold steel of centralized control.
When the smoke clears, only two things will survive a nuclear war in China: cockroaches and Communist Party loyalty.
