狗肉

Shelley says that The Running Dog is a goodness. And it is.

Lord, if the Chinese didn't put Saddam on a slipper

I had come upon the single fuzzy yellow slipper walking through the supermarket across the street from my apartment in uptown Shanghai. Quickly, I searched through the metal bin of slippers for another shoe to make the one I already had a pair. Finding nothing, I recruited two middle-aged lady store clerks to help me look, but never found a partner for the slipper. On top of that, the store refused to sell me the one shoe that was left, as there was no price tag or any sort of serial number on it. In the end, it seemed, the fuzzy yellow slipper, like the man whose likeness graced its lid, was a despot that did not play by the rules, that could not be bought or bargained for, but had to be stolen.