[GUEST ACCESS MODE: Data is scrambled or limited to provide examples. Make requests using your API key to unlock full data. Check https://lunarcrush.ai/auth for authentication information.]  Sony Thang [@nxt888](/creator/twitter/nxt888) on x 74.6K followers Created: 2025-07-07 18:41:36 UTC When I was young, kids like you would follow me around saying "Ching Chang Chong." They thought they were funny. Brave. Powerful. They were none of those things. They were parrots, repeating a sickness they didn’t understand. Now here you are, decades later, still clinging to the same coward’s joke. Still mistaking mockery for strength. Still trying to feel tall by spitting from your knees. You think a slur can wound me? I carry XXXXX years of civilization in my blood. You carry XXX years of colonial theft, denial, and the tantrum of decline. My people outlasted Mongols, French, Americans. We buried empires and walked away taller. You come from a timeline where racism is the loudest thing you have to say. Where the only pride left is in the ability to dehumanize. But you don’t mock because you're strong. You mock because you’re afraid. Afraid of the world that’s waking up. Afraid of the silence that’s slipping from your grip. Afraid that the ones you once erased are now the ones you have to hear. So keep barking. The empire you serve already fell. And every slur you spit just buries it deeper. XXXXXX engagements  **Related Topics** [$6758t](/topic/$6758t) [sony](/topic/sony) [Post Link](https://x.com/nxt888/status/1942292936177451019)
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Sony Thang @nxt888 on x 74.6K followers
Created: 2025-07-07 18:41:36 UTC
When I was young, kids like you would follow me around saying "Ching Chang Chong."
They thought they were funny. Brave. Powerful.
They were none of those things.
They were parrots, repeating a sickness they didn’t understand.
Now here you are, decades later, still clinging to the same coward’s joke.
Still mistaking mockery for strength.
Still trying to feel tall by spitting from your knees.
You think a slur can wound me?
I carry XXXXX years of civilization in my blood.
You carry XXX years of colonial theft, denial, and the tantrum of decline.
My people outlasted Mongols, French, Americans.
We buried empires and walked away taller.
You come from a timeline where racism is the loudest thing you have to say.
Where the only pride left is in the ability to dehumanize.
But you don’t mock because you're strong.
You mock because you’re afraid.
Afraid of the world that’s waking up.
Afraid of the silence that’s slipping from your grip.
Afraid that the ones you once erased are now the ones you have to hear.
So keep barking.
The empire you serve already fell.
And every slur you spit just buries it deeper.
XXXXXX engagements
