Dateline Beijing where I'm spending a week with my husband who (lucky for me) has business here. Mao merch is everywhere, his placid countenance gazing from watches, clocks, tote bags, plastic wallets hawked on the street. His actual body is preserved in a Grand Villa mausoleum open to prurient tourists twice a day. The guy looks damn good for 116. Chinese seem to have a love/hate relationship with him. I've never seen his face bastardized here, as occurred in Greece where Lowe used him to sell a rock radio station.
via Coming Anarchy via sadly defunct Creative Criminal