Sorry, Satish, the only cafe I've ever worked at was my father's cafe where I peeled the potatoes, clean the lettuce, moped the floor, washed the dishes, typed the checks to pay the bills, balanced the book,... I stopped doing that after I went to college. I had a very successful engineering career all through my life until my retirement.
Yale Guen Mar, you everything to your dad Tony Chee Mar.
He signed papers in 1949 (when you were 11) declaring that you are his son so that you could get refuge in USA after escaping from China under CCP dictatorship.
Tony Chee Mar taight you English and math. He taught you rational numbers and irrational numbers.
He gave you a job at his cafe.
Most of all he gave you a room in his house on 914 10th Street in Phoenix, AZ.
But you are an ingrate. You have been damning the Mar clan in general and Tony Chee Mar and Kim Hi Wong in particular.
You have been speaking ill of even your venerated cousin Col. Homer Yale Mar.
The Mar clan was a barrel of rotten apples, especially Ben's family.
Yale Guen Mar, that's pathetic. Just because you have turned out to be a failed human being is no reason to damn the entire Mar clan whose members have distinguished themselves in may fields. It would have been the honest thing for you to do to admit that you are the black sheep of the Mar clan.
Uncle Ben was a very generous man. That is why he gave you a chance when he employed you in your teens as a janitor in his Junction City Cafe. He had plans to send you to college at Kansas State University in Manhattan, KS.
But you were totally unworthy of his generosity. And once Uncle Ben realized that you were incorrigible, he fired you, beat the crap out of you and sent you back to Arizona where you proceeded to continued to make a career out of firings.
How many times were you fired from your job, Yale Guen Mar, before you resigned to your fate of living off Uncle Sam's welfare checks? And now your "success" consists of supplementing your welfare checks from Uncle Sam with 50 cents per approved post from Uncle Chang - truly a wasted life.
Here is a partial list of employers who had to fire you for your lack of honsty and work ethics:
Yale Guen Mar, won't it be far more fruitful for you to analyze why you get fired from your menial jobs consistently and repeatedly?
Yale Guen Mar, you most certainly didn't get fired from all your menial jobs because you were a star performer.
* Junction City Cafe of Kansas fired you.
* Double Happiness Restaurant of Arizona fired you.
* Peacock Restaurant of Arizona fired you.
* Mesa Rice Bowl of Arizona fired you
* The US Army gave you a dishonorable discharge.
* Dynalectron's cafeteria in California fired you.
* Gene-Gee Restaurant of California fired you.
Homer was a bully all his life.
Really? You are accusing cousin Homer of being a bully?!!
Yale Guen Mar, you always had a love-hate relationship with cousin Homer. You used to needlessly pick fights with Homer. You fought like cats and dogs.
Cousin Homer was 3 years older. So, it isn't surprising that you always came out crying after the thrashing you received at Homer's hand. You used to run crying not just your mama, Kim Hi Wong, but even to your aunt Susan Suey Oy Wong.
That didn't make Homer a bully. It made you a crybaby and a spoiled brat.
Homer is indeed an accomplished person. He served in Vietnam and went on to retire as a colonel in the US Army.
You, Yale Guen Mar, on the other hand got a dishonorable discharge as a private. If you were not slapped with a loss of rank, it was only because you were already at the lowest rung in the army.
His wife was overweight,
Cynthia is overweight? You are jealous even of Homer's beautiful wife Cynthia.
No surprise there. Not even a sow would sleep with you. You have spent your life finger-fucking pigs in their assholes. You have infected countless pigs with STDs but now you reap as you sowed. Your middle fingers are so badly infected with STDs that your Merced doctors have advised on their amputation.
his first son never went to college,
his second and third sons are living in rural North Carolina.
And now you are finding fault with Homer's sons?
Homer has led an exemplary life.
Uncle Ben Shee Mar and aunt Susan Suey Oy Wong were proud of their son, Homer.
You, Yale Guen Mar, on the other hand were always a deep disappointment to your parents Tony Chee Mar and Kim Hi Wong.
Funeral rites for an elderly person follow the prescribed form and convey relevant respect: rites befitting the person's status, age etc. are performed even if this means the family of the deceased must go into debt to pay for them.
Ben Shee Mar and Susan Suye Oy Wong were fortunate to be honored at their burial by their children and grandchildren. They lie buried side by side in Duncanville, Texas.
Nephew Yale Guen Mar was not welcome at the funerals by the Mar clan, and for understandable reasons.
But then Yale Guen Mar wasn't welcome at the funerals of his parents Tony Chee Mar and Kim Hi Wong either. No one wanted him at the funerals.
At Qingming Festival every year, Homer Yale Mar and his siblings pay respect to their parents Ben Shee Mar and Susan Suey Oy Wong, and all relatives and ancestors who have passed away. They spend time tidying up the graves and tombstones of Ben Shee Mar and Susan Suey Oy Wong. They offer food, flowers and paper money to their ancestors.
In stark contrast, Yale Guen Mar spends time sulking about times when he got spanked by his father Tony Chee Mar and mother Kim Hi Wong for misbehavior.
Homer worked for army post exchange headquarter shipping merchandize to army PX stores.
That just shows you know shit.
Shit is that shit does. And you, Yale Guen Mar, have spent a lifetime shitting in and without diapers,
Yale Guen Mar, come down to earth. You have very many pressing issues, especially with your hemorrhoid-scarred asshole.
Yale Guen Mar, your sphincter muscles have been gone for good. What are your plans? While away in diapers twirling your thumbs? Or are you going to be proactively looking for a cure?
Meichi Thai has kept the Hmong neighbors apprised of Yale Guen Mar's travails following the surgery to extricate the opo squash that had got lodged inside Yale Guen Mar's asshole when an enraged Ms. Lee of the Merced Community Food Market assaulted Yale Guen Mar for farting inside the grocery store.
But it looks like Yale Guen Mar's sphincter muscle is now beyond redemption. Yale Guen Mar wants a sphincter muscle transplant to regain control over his asshole. Doctors are looking for possible donors in Merced's piggeries.
In the meantime, as a temporary fix, the doctors have suggested use of corks in Yale Guen Mar's asshole to stem continuous outflow of stool. Resty's caregiver, Meichi Thai, has been inserting corks into Yale Guen Mar's asshole to stem the flow.
Meichi Thai, apprising the Hmong neighbors on Twlight Avenue, lamented that it was indeed a very messy situation inside 3851 Twilight Avenue in Merced, CA. She dreads every time she has to uncork Yale Guen Mar's asshole to release the shit inside him.
Yale Guen Mar, you have far more immediate and far more graver issues to attend to to be wasting your time thinking ill of others.
The latest calamity to befall you is your loss of use of your sphincter muscle following the assault on you by Ms. Lee with an opo squash inside the Merced Community Food Market.
Yes, doctors may try to transplant a sphincter muscle of a pig on to your asshole to give you a modicum of control over your ability to shit normally. But you'll be better off accepting the generous offer of your Hmong neighbors. They want you you to travel ASAP to your physician, Dr. Dong, in Cambodia for alternate medical treatment of your ailment. Your Hmong neighbors have voted to finance your trip to Cambodia provided you agree never to come back to Merced or even to USA.
So, Yale Guen Mar, take advantage of the generous offer by your Hmong neighbors and move to Cambodia for good. That would also take care of your other problem - the court ordered restraining order on you never to be within 200 yards of Yue Chen Market of the Miaos.
Yale Guen Mar, I think it is as apt as it is momentous that Mr. Miao of Yue Cheng Market has obtained restraining order against you. Don't be within 200 yards of Yue Cheng Market unless you want to spend the rest of your life inside a psychiatric ward to keep your mental illness under control.
I have no respect for any of them, Satish.
Don't even bother to talk to me about respect.
None of them deserve any respect.
They worked like slaves and lived like slaves.
They didn't even know how to be human.
Yale Guen Mar, what makes you anything other than a slave?
You got fired time and again.
Ben Shee Mar fired you from your janitorial job at Junction City Cafe.
George Gee fired you from your janitorial job at Gene-Gee restaurant.
You got a dishonorable discharge from the army as a private (the same army that had cousin Homer Yale Mar as an accomplished Colonel).
Yale Guen Mar, were you ever fair to your parents?
My brother has multi-millions.
They could live very well in China.
After living in the U.S. for 50 years,
who can get use to living in the village,
with no running water, no running hot water,
no indoor bathroom, no natural gas for cooking,...
For the last 3 years of their lives,
they were living in a retirement facility
where everything was done for them for $3,000/month.
The retirement home was the reason they died,
no physical activities.
I went back to our house in 2006 and talked to
our neighbors. They all agreed that if my
parents had gone back to the house to live,
they would still be alive doing things around the house,
doing physical activities to keep their bodies in use.
Yale Guen Mar, I recall your post wailing about how your siblings sold your boyhood home and got rid of not just everything (including photos of your favorite pigs) in your room, but they got rid of your aged parents as well.
After that alleged treachery by your siblings Ellen, Donald and Eugene, did you ever manage to recover the album of your favorite pigs? and your gun collection?
Most importantly, did you ever visit your parents?
Isn't it a fact that you were not welcome to visit your parents by your siblings Ellen, Donald and Eugene because they wanted to protect your parents from you?