Can we just stop the torrent of nonsensical propaganda, virtue signaling, and publicity stunts for a month during a pandemic?

Oh no, we can’t. Okay then.

“I called my parents a few nights ago to tell them to be cautious when stepping out of the house, because they might be targets of verbal or even physical abuse. It felt so strange,” John Cho, that annoying actor you might have seen in something, writes in the LA Times.

It’s strange. Because Cho is from Glendale. Korean-Americans are the third largest minority in Glendale. 

Cho’s parents aren’t even Chinese. This is supposed to be an essay about racist hate crimes due to the coronavirus. He’s pushing for some twisted kind of sympathy for an imaginary hate crime that hasn’t happened, for his parents, who are Korean, and are, in any case, living in Glendale.

Who exactly is going to attack them when they set foot out of the house?

It’s understandable that Cho, who’s getting kind of old to be playing obnoxious twenty somethings, needs attention. And we can’t have a celebrity pass up an opportunity to make a pandemic that has killed so many people about him.

Perhaps Cho, a millionaire, can hire some private security to help his parents survive the massive amount of hate crimes they’re likely to encounter while walking from their house to their car in a Southern California city with a huge Asian community.