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On a Mission!

Before I continue on with more social commentary entries, let me take a moment to show you my new favorite shirt.

It probably wouldn't be my favorite shirt if I hadn't spent the last two years in East Asia doing secret missions work. Since we risk deportation if we weren't hush hush about our plan to save peoples' souls in EA, I basically lived like a secret agent for two years: watching who I made friends with, what I told them, using code words in conversations, pretending that I am a foreign student ... etc.

Now that I'm back in the US, I'm thinking of ways to stick it to the EA government. I still don't understand the whole censorship bit and I definitely don't know why they still hold so dearly to their communist beliefs even though rudimentary capitalist markets have pretty much taken over. Anyway, I wish I had the chance to wear this shirt when I was doing missions work in EA, that would've been my own rebellion against government. It would be great because even if the police came up to me and said, "Hey! You're a missionary, we shall kill you .. mwahahaa!" I would just respond with, "What are you talking about? I'm on a mission ... ... ... to eliminate intrusive foreign influence on the motherland and to garner ever more support for the communist party."

I'm even thinking about sending a couple shirts to my friends who are still there now, but I know I'll get in trouble for that; if not from the government, then from our regional leaders. Yea, it just wouldn't be the smartest thing to do.

Sorry, I guess this did turn out to be a social commentary ... until next time.

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