The youngest female Hong Kong lawmaker ever elected, Yau Wai-ching (游蕙禎), is now in serious risk of being ousted because of her language use during oath-taking. She had already caused a stir before with her colorful language in lamenting the lack of space for “banging” in Hong Kong, and she is right.

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There is no space for sex, nor for much else in Hong Kong:

  • No space for suicide: Jumping off buildings would cause a nuisance; even burning charcoal can spread your woes over the neighborhood.
  • No space for breathing: Every breath you take is toxic; there is no escape.
  • No space for loitering after death: Burial is an extravagance; settling for an urn means a pigeon-hole arrangement in an illegal columbarium.
  • No space for breaking wind: The socially-conscious and thin-skinned should consider underpants with anti-odour, anti-sound and air-lock features.
  • No space for drying laundry: Laundry rods can fall off, line-racks soon fill up, and the air is dusty. It is down to the microwave now.
  • No space for discussions: Freedom of speech is becoming restricted, and Internet forums are clogged with “fifty-cent” trolls.
  • No space for playing music: To avoid turning neighbors into enemies, talk your family members into other hobbies (the art of weasel wording has a bright future).
  • No space for stargazing: The answer for passionate astronomers lies in emigration.
  • No space for patriotism: Arrests/detentions await those who truly care, sooner or later.
  • No space for cultural or artistic development: In a society with no room for using a less-than-polite word for sex, there is, of course, no space for cultural/artistic aspirations.

Editor: Edward White