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Way out in old San Fran, there is a Chinaman
Who's known for miles around;
Wonderful place he keeps, down where he eats and sleeps,
Way underneath the ground!
Each night the festive chinks come there to wink and blink,
And dream away the hours.
They sing this funny song while they are borne along
On beds of poppy flow'rs:

"Ching, Chong, Oh Mister Ching Chong,
You are the king of Chinatown.
Ching Chong, I love your sing-song,
When you have turned the lights all down;
Ching Chong, just let me swing long,
Through the realms of Drowsy Land;
Dreaming while stars are beaming,
Oh Mister Ching Chong, sing-song man."

When you're in Frisco Town don't fail to drop around
And see this Ching Chong man.
Wonderful things you'll learn down where the torches burn,
He'll show you all he can.
Then when the time is ripe he'll fill your little pipe
And then a light he'll bring.
Gently you'll float away far out on Slumber Bay,
And softly you will sing:

"Ching Chong, Oh Mister Ching Chong,
You are the king of Chinatown.
Ching Chong, I love your sing-song,
When you have turned the lights all down;
Ching Chong, just let me swing long,
Through the realms of Drowsy Land;
Dreaming while stars are beaming,
Oh Mister Ching Chong, sing-song man."

Why maybe perhaps some certain kinds of people who might just be the type to not usually complain cuz they didn't really suffer that much might just still think you're a complete and total cunthead for doing the chingchong.

Really, at the end of the day it's not like me or my kind are crying in our wheaties over some stupid shit like this.  I snort and roll my eyes and mutter, "great -- yet another asshat adding to the gene pool" and make sure that I avoid any contact or interaction with them.  I just add her to The List for my kids along with object lessons like Paris Hilton and other people who could benefit from a foot up the ass.

When I first heard ching chong I didn't understand that it was meant to hurt my feelings or be funny and it wasn't until the kid pulled his eyelids tight and shoved his front teeth out while chingchongchinging "chinese, japanese, how you seeeeees?" that I understood that he was trying to insult me and so I did what every kid should do in that situation.  I punched him in his freckled little button of nose and made it spurt bright red.  See?  We're all the same inside after all.  It was great, I will not lie, because not only did I make him cry like the little girl I was but all the kids then believed that I had mastered ancient chinese secret of karate fu socky.  Good times.

I watched that clip and well, it hit me most how there was a pretty black woman sitting next to her and chuckling along.  That made it alright, you know.  Rosie can't be a racist.  If she were a racist then she would be trying to speak ghetto and saying things about the hood and then sistah girl would have punched her in the nose.  That would have been great.  Well, no.  Not at all, since they're grownups and we're not supposed to do that anymore.  Act like we're on a playground, that is. 

My point is, what Rosie's most pissed about is that she was called a racist when she was just making a joke about how it must have played out on chinese television reporting a drunk celebrity.  She's not a racist and we ching chongs should just get a sense of humour and stop calling her a racist because that is the worst thing you can call a white person.  Which really, I take that as a sign of progress.  Used to be, the worst thing that you could call white people like Rosie was nigger lover.