Tao of Wong

The Editorial Waterboard has recently received confirmation of a rumor at the Rheum Room--a Rheum Room Rumor--to the effect Padraic O'Cossett's application for a position as Chief Information Officer at a major PRC petrochemical megacomplex had indeed been rejected with the usual polite apologies.

O'Cossett, reached by semaphore at his ranch in Crawford, TX, indicated his attempts to secure employment with a mainland energy firm would continue unabated in line with the outline of successful job application procedures written by Hilarious Hamrodius Clitorius--don't rub her the wrong way now, heah?

Su Qiang married Lee Wong in a traditional Chinese ceremony at the Taoist temple in San Francisco's Chinatown in conformance with the requirements of tradition, including dim sum and tangential fallout of all the uninformed cultural enthusiasm from the honkies they'd had to invite for unavoidable business reasons.

Then, in traditional fashion, and with great family fanfare and generational approbation, The Wongs announced they were about to have a male child to extend the family name and tradition into perpetuity, in honorable obeisance to the law of ancestor respect and valutiation.

Auspiciously in the early hours of the new year, Mrs Wong gave birth to a lovely, healthy, bouncy baby boy.

The baby, alas, was conspicuously Caucasian.

"Congratulations?" ventured the nurse querulously to the new 'father.'

Mr Wong stared stoically into the baby's face, observing the red hair....

"Well Mr Wong," inquired the nausationally perky nurse, "what will you and Mrs Wong name the baby?"

The puzzled father looked again at the new baby boy and then said, "First, two Wongs do not make a white!"

"So we name the kid Sum Ting Wong, send him to Yale 'n' then Rangrey!"