Chinkland

'So-so?' he mimicked. So-so? Where does that fuckin' come from, Danny? Chinkland?'

I used to tell the kids who slanted their eyes and told me to go back to Chinkland that I was a direct descendant of Robert E. Lee, giving me more right to live in this country than they had.

Shit, all they wanted was to be back in Wyoming or South Carolina or Pennsylvania or wherever the hell they came from, copping a feel at a drive-in movie, sneaking a fifth with the guys, dreaming of their first car. Not slogging through a stinking tropical jungle in Chinkland, fighting off malaria, wondering if a Bouncing Betty was going to blow their balls off.

I'm just wondering, how long will those ridiculously incoherent chinks rant about the fictitious militarism in Japan while the communist chinkland is exactly the militarism?