Another Vietnamese-American business from Bolsavikland just joined the list of California’s top sales and use tax delinquents.
Dragon Auto Inc., a small used car dealer in Garden Grove, owes $960,564, according to the latest list updated November 30. This Viet dealer buys and sells used car a handful at a time, and last had any significant commerce in 2009.
Even with an unpaid tax bill of almost a million, Dragon is nowhere near the top of the list, not even among other Viets.
At more than double the tax bill, is D and L Wireless Inc., dba Wireless Citi (not to be confused with Wireless City, still in business), of Garden Grove. This Viet cellular phone business owes a whopping $2,261,377 in sales and use tax.
One business that has been on the list since 2004 is Hollytron Inc. of Westminster. Although targeting the Vietnamese market, this high-flying consumer electronic retailer is actually Korean-owned. It underwent bankruptcy and left dozens of Viet and fellow Korean vendors holding the bag for millions of unpaid invoices. The list shows Hollytron owing the state $1,247,297.
The name of the game is not to get caught!
Like I have posted before on a story about those Viets who enslaved other Viets (July 24, 2011), but no Viet has even dared to reply or comment on. I will list it below:
1) Fake marriages for US Citizenship and money
2) Viet traditional marriages, but no marriage license. Thus, when they have kids, the mother can collect welfare and the father can work.
3) Paying employees under the table to avoid taxes and at the same time, not being obligated to pay their employees.
4) Because of reason number 3 above, they can also collect welfare
5) Why are OC lawyers such highly paid (as compared to other lawyers in other counties in California, or US)? Here is why. OC Lawyers help immigrants beat the system in order to collect welfare and government benefits.
6) The 5 items listed above are known to Viet’s in Vietnam who want to come to this damm country.
NOW you understand why we pay so much in taxes. This crap has got to stop in the Asian communities.
…in return, our elected officials have no choice but to increase property tax to make up for this loss of revenue. Come on Viets, speak on it because I know that nobody missed my comments regarding those Viets who enslaved other Viets (53 comments last I checked), however, not a single person replied or commented on it. Did the truth hurt too much?
We Viets are special, because, beside the Filipinos, we are the only ones who vote overwhelmingly Republican. Guess why? That’s our way of dealing with our insecurity, a little like Jews for Jesus or Black KKK. We hate those Asian who came here first and vote liberal like the Japanese and Chinese Americans.
Hahahaha….great one!
Những người mang mặc cảm tự ti thường không tự tin vào chính bản lãnh của mình. Căn bệnh phát xuất từ những thực tế phũ phàng: Nhìn những người chung quanh thấy ai ai cũng thành công, có danh vọng; trong khi đó, nhìn lại chính mình thì chả làm được một cái tích sự gì. Từ mặc cảm tự ti này, lâu ngày biến thành ‘tự tôn’. Đã ‘tự tôn’ thì phải làm ‘nổi’. Khốn nổi, tài lại không có; do đó, chỉ còn mỗi một cách là phải làm tòan những chuyện ‘không giống ai’ để cho thiên hạ phải ‘nể nang’ mình. Cũng vì những mặc cảm ‘tự ti’ và ‘tự tôn’ lẫn lộn này mà khi diễn ý của mình qua những bài viết, người viết thường để lộ ra những trạng thái bất nhất: câu dưới đá đít câu trên, bài này thọc vào nách bài kia. Những người này hay đem những đề tài to tát để trình bày kiểu ‘đao to búa lớn’ mà lại không chính xác (có thể là vì không rành, nói cho có nói vậy thôi)nhằm ‘nhát ma thiên hạ’.
Nói chung, nhân vật ảo ‘Thần Sấm’ và ‘Cậu Chó’ thực chất dùng tài ngụy biện ‘Ếch ngồi đáy giếng’ của mình để mà giải thích ‘Mặt Trời hình vuông’ và luôn cho rằng bướng bĩnh quan điểm của mình là đúng, trong khi cho nhận xét của người khác là khập khiễng.
Somebody is smoking some serious…make sure it’s not SSD money you’re spending.
Sounds more like intravenous injection to me LOL
Hey Saigon Nails 4 Newt…you are full of it. Casting the blame on others makes you a weak little person. Don’t even reply…
How many nuts needed to make one nut?
Depending on the size of the nut(s)?
Unkel K, get off this blog you fucking racist piece of feces.
Who are you ?
I will kick your teeth in, you asswipe.
And France thunderchickenshit, I thought the brave Vietnamese people kicked your ass at Dien Bien Phu, you fuckin’ weak thief.
Your quiche eating, wine sipping, limp wristed grandpa got shot there, I suppose.
I’s yer father youse never had. Yer mama had many a nights wif a many a joes, so youse don’t know whom he is. Youse picked up the proper upbringing from the streets, like most bastard gooks running around Little Saigon with a loose mouth. Youse could earn an honest living using that mouth along Harbor Blvd, like yer ma used to do back in ‘Nam…
A person who hates racism is one who cannot stand discrimination based on religion, race, or other identifiable characteristic. Youse would not give a rat’s ass if another ethnicity was maligned, so lay off that “racist” labeling; youse be doing the same if youse were in the driver seat. Youse can’t stand being labeled correctly…a babbling amoral psychopathic moron who is an ignorant Viet…a gook (like that former Assembly d*ck head, Van Transvestite Lady Boi). Fer now, youse’s the house boy, so youse don’t like being on the receiving end. Based on yer BS belief, accept it like how the chips fall.
I’s just luv gook “morality”!
Oi, is that you gerbil?
I am a faggot Jew asswipe. I am gonna stick my head in the oven because I didn’t get what I wanted for Chaunnkuahh. I am a dick head. I suck myself. I hide behind my keyboard like a silly weak little queer Jew Yid Kike fag.
Come on Unkel K, are you a schizo ?
It’s so sad that hatred exists on this forum. Are we true Americans ? This country is one nation under God and the land of refugees from early Irishs to late Afghans. Viets are one of those. Every single race has negative impact on the welfare of the nations. Why not look at the bright side? For example, education levels among Viets in Orange County is quite high compared with the average. Facts show that there are higher Viet doctor-to-patient ratio than Latinos in Orange County. One can see Viet doctors, dentists and pharmacists in Mexican communities but not the other way around. Those highly-educated contribute to the welfare of the bigger community. Do the math: calculate the student-to-population ratio between Viets and other races to see how important education is to Viets. These graduates will contribute to the welfare of the communities that this contribution will outnumber those negative impact from improper business practices. Look at both sides, especially the bright one.
No dispute on the fact of Viets contributing positively to society in many ways, but it appears that there is a group of bad apples who happen to voice the loudest opinion portraying the rest of the Viet communities around the world as the same as they are.
Many good Viets are too busy with their own life or resigned to the futility in correcting these ignorant individuals. The reader can hardly blame them. However, there must be counteracting voice in negating the filth these sick individuals spread, which is to remind them of their perverted logic and uninformed ways.
They use examples of successful Viets as a platform to prove the positive attributes of their “culture” or “ethnicity” to further their personal agenda, be it steering votes or cashing in monetary gain. The other tool is red baiting. Imagine the entire Orange County has never entered a float in the Rose Parade that is seen around the world. A Viet business woman fronts her own money to show her Viet pride.
What is the first reaction? A politically aspiring gook (Viet scum) Assemblyman labels this woman and other successful Viet females a communist agent. Does this mean that the Rose Parade is a communist propaganda tool? Or all the people involved with the Rose Parade are communist? One would question the mental make-up of this sick individual and the circle (OC GOP) he engages. It must be both the genetics and environment that promoted such a demented outlook on life.
The proprietor of this blog is among the few, along with his wife, peddling Viet anything for profit. A reasonable Viet cannot sit idle and be ridiculed by the greater community for the doing of the few.
Being a minority in the community in every sense of the word, Viets should be grateful to have the opportunity to come to the US and fulfill their dream and desire. As such we should maintain this nurturing atmosphere for future Viets and other Non-Viets who share the same ambition for success.
Instead, this blog is utilized as a medium to promote anti-semitism and hate. What is sad is that it paints all Viets to be as malicious and intolerant as the few bad apples, including the proprietor of this pathetic blog.
Navy Sailor talks out of both sides of his beak. The first sentences sound like a calling for unification among immigrants, the toward the end, the ignorance typically associated with flag waving Vietnamese Republicans came out when she started to badmouth the Mexicans. Tiny Republican Gook dlcks like to target less fortunate immigrants but would gladly spread her legs for her smelly fat white masters. Be all that you can be, you can be slave in the army LOL
Unkel K, has your lips been bubbling with acid reflux ?
Hey wannabe mexican chump… you will only inhale foul odors behind mexican electeds.
Besides how many Viets have mexicans as their boss?
I find all the dishwashers in our town are latinos… hmmm why I wonder?
We are proud of our Assemblyman. Go Viets!
I am back from my vacation …..and these little flies are again laying fermented eggs around the sewer gutters.
The most of top students from our local public schools are Viet American students.
Got it ladies?
Year 2012 is almost here.
Jung Kim, mi wanna be viet, but only Jubal the gerbil crawling out of Schroeder the Scrotum’s male chunnel ahole from a long vacation. Learned a many a more psyop mental m8sturbation…in those many seminars in that dark and damp tunnel along with the other OC GOP jerk-offs. You finally found out that Schroeder’s wife is really a dude from the many a nights on the receiving end, tagged team yer ass like a beotch you really are.
Youse OC GOP douche bags are more useless than a tit on a male cat. Marrying and divorcing white English speaking women until a non-speaker can only put up with your limp wrist reach around bi-curious ways. Still, youse still anti-anything that is not white…OC GOP = child molesting c8m swallowing m8therf8cker! BTW, no more tippity clak on that Red C*nts BS website…limp wrist needs action on Bolsershiet.
Unkel Knip, are you upset over the TRUTH now ?
How many our Viets work for Latinos in OC town?
How many latino dishwashers work for us?
Get your lady’s private part covered with tamale corn husks and say “yellow…. da me totos mi amor, tiene un palo fuerte senor?
Unkel, since when have you been peeping at ” male cat’s tits”?
Did you massage yours while watching theirs?
You joto!
Unkel, you may apply for marriage license to that hunky male cat in San Francisco.
My BIG dog is barking again…..
Do you wear big “L” on your forehead everyday?
My manly BIG dog is just wondering..
Unkel, do you have many male cats participating in joto juice blog?
Yo Jubal Kim! Youse daddy says he enjoys your big dogg like your ma! Youse family like keeping everything inhouse! OC GOP douches talking shiet as always.
Viet Christian Republicans are the worst psychos on earth! Just read the mad ranting of Jung Kim and you will see why LOL
Hey Saigon Nails, are you still trying to sniff…. dong crumbs pegged deep inside of joto Unkel’s dirty nails?
Unkel likes male cat’s tits?
Wow!….. another abused rectum from joto juice blog.
Unkel, joe mama likes my BIG dog …or a doggy style?
Assuming Jubal Kim as a “dog”…
Excerpt from Matt Cunningham’s autobiography, Why I FAP on Bolsavik:
Every Christmas Eve, my father would march the family to the backyard around dusk. He would hand us each a military shovel and ordered us to dig our grave. Over the years, my mother had gotten used to the routine, so she shed no tears and became robot like in motion as she dug. This was my first year, old enough to handle the shovel and dig my own grave. As we dug, father spat and cuss us all, explaining how we were so lucky to be alive and not be captured by enemy combatant. We were too tired to think clearly, so we absorb whatever filled the air.
We finally finished digging our graves past mid-night. As we looked around, we could see neighbors warm inside their home with smoke arising from the chimney. The thought raced in my mind how I would explain to my friends as they and their family observed us with renewed interest as this routine had been carried out as long as I could remember.
Father then ordered us to kneel before our grave and pray for our well-being. He proceeded to walk by each and aimed his fingers pretending to be a pistol at our temple and made the sound of a bullet round. When he was happy with the routine, he ordered us to cover the graves. To this day, I still do not know why we would carry out this annual routine considering that he never served in the military.
Unkel, it’s not just a dog…… it’s a BIG one!
Joe mama likes BIG dog?
joto juice blogger is upset again……….
A joto wannabe macho… sad.
Hey “M.O.G.” Your response is as weak as you probably are in real life.
- If the Viet’s kicked the American’s ass in Vietnam, then stay in Vietnam with your people.
- Your pathetic response says several things about you:
1) You are uneducated both academically and in life
2) Your gf/wife only wishes she had a man in her life that was not as physically and mentally pathetic as you…but she has no choice really. Sorry
3) Citing an event that occurred over 40 years ago as your reply to my posting is again, pathetic, but expected by you of course.
4) You are going to once again curse and whine in your reply as expected.
5) By this 5th bullet, you are feeling pretty bad about yourself….tell you what. Go ahead and reply with your crap if it makes your little soul happier.
ahhh. Let it out you little fraction of a man.
Excerpt from Matt Cunningham’s autobiography, Why I FAP on Bolsavik:
Father conditioned me early on in life to deal with daily adversity. He would hold up the air-filled vinyl ball and mouthed the word box, box, box. I would go to school and demonstrate my new vocabulary among classmates. They all would look at me strangely as though I did not know what I was vocalizing. Weeks pass with classroom lessons. It took some time and adjustment to reverse the “home schooling”, but I never questioned my father’s intention of mental torture. There was a lesson learned here…trust no one and hate everyone!
Father made us come home from school immediately every day- no excuse. He converted a part of the backyard into a war prison. It was not the brick and mortar sort of a building. It was an exact replica of one the North Vietnamese jungle prisons, concertina wires enveloping a wooden frame pen. We would water down the dirt into a thick wet mud, and if Father worked overtime, we could afford to fill the infant swimming pond with extra water and suspend the razor wire pen over the pond to ankle height. We made sure that the occupant could not stand or sit, only have his feet between the razor wires and squat above the bottom razors touching our buttocks.
We would try to re-enact ‘Nam POW stories and alternate roles from prison warden to prisoner. This is where my fascination with Vietnam began and a natural springboard to blog anonymously on Bolsavik as a Viet in OC land. I look back on those happy childhood days as inspiration to channel primal and disturbing thoughts.
Hmmmm…..another toilet paper quality / poorly written fiction by that joto juice blogger.
It was years later when I first met Thai Van Tran. He was a scrawny dark yellow Asian boy who was obsessed with North Vietnamese communists or Viet Cong as he would call them. In my mind, a gook is a gook regardless classification. Since no other children or adult would indulge in my kind of war amusement, I courted Van Tran very hard to gain his attention. Van Tran had no affinity or hatred towards the Viet Cong, considering his family still has family members in North Vietnamese government. He likes to run after them like a dog to a siren; he calls it commie chasing.
I introduced Van Tran to Father, and Father took an immediate liking to Van Tran for his Vietnamese ethnicity. We would call him gook and not miss the description in any sense. Calling a Chinese friend gook did not ring as true although no one would know the difference in appearance. Van Tran shared the same enthusiasm as Dad and I did in playing POW. He always chose to play prisoner, and after awhile, I wondered why. I would go his house on occasion to observe the physical setting. There were normal furniture inside the immaculate house, and the backyard had grass and a few small trees and shrubs and well kept, nothing as fanciful as mine.
His parents are as normal as they come. They never raised their voice or beaten him, not in my presence, but they did not appear to be the physical type to handout corporal punishment. I could only guess his constant choosing to play prisoner reflected his mental anguish for whatever reason, although he displayed none of the physical signs.
One of our favorite games was Russian Roulette; we would re-act those scenes in Apocalype Now, where the US captured POWs were forced to play Russian Roulette. At times I could not distinguish the difference between me playing the character in the movie or projecting my own mental state of mind. I could imagine the thought of death being next to me, just like the character in the movie. Was I he or him being me?
Father and I had our own cap revolver, and we would load a single cap into the chamber and spin the barrel and then placing the gun barrel into our mouth and pulling the trigger. The play-acting was very intense to the point where we had to take deep breadths as though to brace for unexpected before pulling the trigger. Van Tran’s eyes lit up when he saw us duel each other. He was instructed to purchase his own toy revolver with six chambers like ours. Instead, he came back with a pistol and said that he wanted win all the time.
Hey joto chapter, are you now barking at all trees?
Are you attracted to the end of revolver ….you horny joto? Especially when your erected male cat is not around you?
No wonder people are complaining about your dong smelling revolver.
Now we know why your joto juice blog is canned with crap.
Only thing you need to remember is that WE write all your mexican dishwasher’s monthly wage checks.
Viets = your boss!
We are proud of our good Viet leaders.
Go Viets!
Go Assemblyman Van Tran!
Nguoi Viet nhu Jung Kim that la bao thu, hep hoi, xau tinh va BAN TIEN!
But I don’t even know if he is Vietnamese or just someone who is here to give the Vietnamese a bad name.
I am glad I don’t talk about God as often as Miss Jung Kim. Religious people like her are disgusting!
My BIG dog said same thing about joe mama… why joe mama smells so bad?
Is she losing control of her muscle?
Having a lying joto son…. might have done a permanent damage to her health.
joto juice blog needs to be removed from OC.
Hey Bui Ding Dong 20twelve……… I am the official GURU of our proud Viet community.
To my community members;
chúc mừng giáng sinh!
Go Viets!
Go Assemblyman Van Tran!
Hey, Kim the white-ass kisser, not all Vietnamese are Christian, so cool it, hag. Instead of saying somethng so stupid, why try “This gook swallows white cum?”
Hey pathetic K.S,….. joe mama swallowed my BIG dog every night.
How about that?
Go horny joe mama ~
Excerpt from Matt Cunningham’s autobiography, Why I FAP on Bolsavik:
As we grew up, Thai Van Tran and I kicked up our Vietnam interest to a higher notch. We signed up for the military, but we could not find a military branch that would accept us. All of them deemed me psychologically unfit and sexually confused and Van Tran emotionally and mentally deranged. We applied and tested for various federal security branches, and they all stated that we were not only emotionally and psychologically inept but also too stupid to be trusted with any assignment.
From the tests taken, I knew more about myself. I began spending more time at the Blue Oyster Bar, the local popular gay bar, and making friends with similar orientation. While other gays were living happily and openly about their orientation, I did not want to be “outed”. The double life added more angst and psychological elements to the Vietnam POW game.
Van Tran became isolated from my time at the Blue Oyster Bar, so he invited himself to join me. He told me that he preferred women, but none found him emotionally, psychologically, and physically ready for any type of opposite sex relationship. He figured he would start with same sex relationship and work up to opposite sex.
I remember my first homosexual intercourse with Thai Van Tran and learned how fulfilling it was. I had beaten nature, satisfying my primal urge and personal fulfillment without fear of unwanted pregnancy. Van Tran neither liked nor hated it, like his communist pursuit. He viewed it as a learning experience from the receiving end and hopefully working up to the giving position.
I just luvs how youse old phucks idiots like to segregate and divide yer own kind. The great US of A separated religion from government. But youse backward ass morons have brought yer gook sickness here and going around differentiating one another by religion. Nothing like going back in time fer these old phucks and reliving their tunnel dwelling and shiet eating days…