Dear Little White Supremacist,

I am very sure that you know who you are. You got on the 3 o'clock bus that left the bus loop at school and were standing with your friends. Who look exactly like you, and were all happily speaking in Mandarin. You on the other hand, decided then to begin your rant about Asian people and their culture.

For instance, from what I could hear you were basically saying that:
- Asian cuisine is not real food.
- The lunar calendar is not real and is completely wrong.
- Asian parents are not real parents because you, as a baby, were adopted by a nice set of 'real parents' (read: white).
- Chopsticks are not real utensils and only uncivilized people use them.
- Asian languages are obsolete and English is far superior to all Asian dialects.

Now for my counter-arguments:
- Food is food. If it is edible, you can ingest it and it gives your body nutrients, it counts as food.
- The lunar calendar is just like the solar one, only it bases time on the moon cycles, there's nothing wrong with it.
- Asian parents, and parents of any other cultural background, are real parents. No explanation should be needed for this one.
- Chopsticks are actually more clever than metal forks, spoons and knives are. I mean, for chopsticks, all you need is two sticks. Granted, you might want to sand them down or else you'll end up with splinters, but they're far more simpler to produce, in terms of mass-production.
- Shanghai has ~18 million people for that single city's population. Hong Kong has ~7 million. Tokyo has ~12.8 million. The entire continent of Asia (including Russia, Middle East, India and the South East Pacific Islands) makes up 3.9 billion of the world's population, which stands at about 6.5-7 billion people. Congratulations, you just said that over half of the world's population's first and native languages are obsolete.

I was especially pleased with the bus driver when he asked you to leave because you uttered a comment about how everyone in China should die. Yeah, that was very mature of you. Plus, despite your fuss, you know that your so-called friends are probably going to delete you off of their Myspace or Facebook accounts when they get home tonight. Wasn't it nice of the driver to ask you get off when it was pouring rain outside? I hope you were sporting the drowned-rat look well today.

Go to hell and have a nice day.