This is a poster I have seen numerous times over the years on telephone poles along San Francisco’s Clement Street and the surrounding neighborhoods. I never really spent the time to decipher it’s message, and based on the Mumia Abul Jamal look-alike, always assumed it was some badly executed attempt to promote some sad little Richmond District open mic night jamboree.
However, upon long-overdue closer inspection, it appears that there is much more to the story. Judging from the cryptic Engrish ramblings and buffet of random international celebrity cameos, this guy/girl is either the heavily medicated, low-tech Chinese equivalent of Access Hollywood, or a distant branch of Scientology centered around the worship of a Laotian actress named Ching Lee, Mr. Entertainment Sammy Davis Jr. and some black guy with dreadlocks. My money is riding on door number one, but one can never underestimate the lunacy of religion.
It’s nice to know that crazy is fluent in many languages.