Who in Hong Kong can fail to be impressed by former Chief Executive CY Leung’s limitless energy? (By ‘energy’, we mean ‘volatility’, which is in turn a euphemism for ‘thin-skinned, frenzied, simultaneously-tormented-and-tormenting, mouth-frothing, tyrannical wacko berserk-ness’.)
The Communist Party-idolizing half-Transylvanian has spared time from his anti-separatism and other crusades to instruct his lawyer to send a snotty letter to Stand News for publishing “unfounded allegations that a close relationship existed between Mr Leung and the triad society or the underworld”. (That’s obviously a typo – should be ‘afterworld’.)
He is apparently especially anguished by a cartoon portraying him with tattoos and carrying a fold-up chair in the street. Good-natured public figures with a clear conscience would ask the artist for a signed copy and frame it as a mildly condescending joke. But CY doesn’t see the funny side of this (or do ‘seeing the funny side’ ever, so far as anyone knows).
The strange thing is that a fair-minded, objective bystander (especially, perhaps, if they had limited interest in Hong Kong’s more sordid side) would shrug off CY’s supposed gangster connections as happenstance, and dismiss the non-declaration of the UGL payment as an oversight. But then, on observing the CPPCC vice-chairman’s sour, obsessive and vindictive mega-miff outbursts on these apparently trivial matters, they might start to think ‘hmmmm…’