I am not well educated about Falun Gong, but over the years enough detail emerged for me to judge it not be be a religion but a cult and quite an insidious cult. I had a couple of emails a couple of years ago from a young and gay ethnic Chinese, from Indonesia, I think. He described to me how some Chinese girls at his uni were wanting to be his friend but without romantic interest. He asked me if I thought they might be Falun Gong. Obviously the details were greater than I have written here, but I judged them to be so and expressed that back to him. I haven't heard back from him since. He found me via my blog, btw. I saw them under a bridge in Singapore and they appeared to be trying not to be noticed. I asked our guide, Falun Gong? She nodded yes.
Is it every day? Many days of the week Falun Gong occupy a seating height wall of our city square. They have people out on the street as well, handing out leaflets. They often talk about organ harvesting, a rather odd thing to focus on for a cult. But then cults don't make much sense to me.
Is this connecting to my headline? Perhaps not but let me go on.
Many of you will know we shop on Saturday mornings. We usually visit the local market to buy a bunch of flowers. We have kind of focused on one flower vendor of late. I rather like the performing South American guy who looks Asian. He is a shocking show off and ever so cute. I think R may have picked up that I liked the look of the guy. Hey, if you've got it, flaunt it. For some reason R steered me to another flower vendor. We have bought flowers from this place before, run I think by husband and wife team of mainland Chinese heritage. The colour of the poppies was divine and irresistible, even though we knew they would only last a couple of days. We bought a bunch for $8. The woman then pulled out a petition for me to sign. I immediately knew what it was, and I said so and she agreed. At least take a leaflet, she pleaded. No, I know enough about Falun Gong. I was very cross. I am not a great supporter of the corrupt China and Singapore government, but at least they try to keep this cult from doing damage and growing.
Firstly, I am surprised market management allows cult soliciting by its stall holders, petition signatures at least. Secondly, do they think what they probably would judge as a gay couple are more likely to sign? Well, stereotypes happen for a reason, so that is quite possible. Thirdly, do think a blub blub blub year old man white Australian man is so ignorant about such things as Falun Gong?
There really is one thing about the episode that really pissed me orf. I cast my mind back to Pattaya in Thailand around 1989. We visited a cafe owned by one Lynne, of Glen Iris in Melbourne. As gay men, we were delighted with her salacious tales of this 55 year old Aussie woman hiring three local muscular young men to pleasure here simultaneously. Hey, she said, I am not as bad as the German frau. You would not believe what they get up to. Pattaya has its reputation for a good reason and thousands of Russians can't be wrong. After talking to her we focused on our meal. A Marbolo man came in and tried to sell to us. Marbolo is the call the 'poor' vendors of Marlborough cigarettes make as they sell what is probably drugs on the streets of Pattaya. Lynne noticed the Marbolo man and told him to get the fuck out of her cafe.
Just last week, KFC tempted me with a bargain price for six chicken nuggets. Hey, I was hungry. Forgive me. How much harm could six tiny chicken nuggets do? As I was waiting for my order to be filled, a beggar asked me for money. Where is Lynne to tell him to stop harassing her customers? I sat down to eat my nuggets and the same guy approached me again. I was cross. The elderly couple next to me told me they never give to beggars after they saw some dirtying up their faces in Dublin before going out begging.
Beggars in the street are one thing, but I really I don't like being harassed within a private business, be it by petitioning Falun Gong people, vendors or beggars.
Only in Thailand was the harassing person told to get out.
As annoyed as I am about the Falun Gong business, I don't want them to lose their business, so I will go back and anonymise this post. I certainly will not buy flowers from them again.
To end on a lighter note, we were served personally by the owner of where we usually have our Saturday brunch. Service should be pleasant and fun and not about signing people up for cults. He has served us before and is too of Chinese heritage and never cracks a smile, with just a slight change of facial expression as the ritual proceeds, and quite a while ago he went for the same joke line, so I was already prepared. He brought us R's extra hot skinny latte and my long black. Sir, your chilled soy latte, as he gave R his coffee, and to me he said, Sir, your hot water.
When he brought our orange juice, I said, what is this? Cold water or cordial? No Sir, carrot juice. Touche. I'd rather go to hell than drink carrot juice.
As you can imagine, life is rather busy and troublesome at the moment with such a demanding woe is me hospitalised Mother, but writing this, unedited and unchecked, was good stress relief.