This same official, Hong Lei, did another turn as the duty Concern Troll when he addressed the meeting of the Dalai Lama and President Obama in July:
Foreign Ministry Spokesperson Hong Lei Expressing Solemn Position on US President Obama's Scheduled Meeting with the Dalai Lama
Q: According to the website of the US White House, President Obama is scheduled to meet the Dalai Lama on July 16. How do you comment?
A: Tibet-related issues have a bearing on China's sovereignty and territorial integrity. We are firmly opposed to any foreign political figure meeting the Dalai Lama in whatever form. The Chinese Foreign Ministry and the Chinese Embassy in the US have immediately made solemn representations to the US side in Beijing and Washington, D.C. respectively. China urges the US to adhere to its serious pledge of recognizing Tibet as part of China and opposing "Tibet independence", cancel the meeting between President Obama and the Dalai Lama right away and refrain from interfering in China's internal affairs and impairing China-US relations.
What they put to into their press releases... becomes reality. They think that things work that way.
The self-parody goes to asserting that history can be created by fiat. Brecht's "Rise and Fall of the City of Mahagonny" and its original English language "Alabama Song" mirror this ultimate corruption of power:
Alabama Song
Show me the way to the next whisky bar
Oh, don't ask why, oh, don't ask why
Show me the way to the next whisky bar
Oh, don't ask why, oh, don't ask why
For if we don't find the next whisky bar
I tell you we must die
I tell you we must die
I tell you
I tell you
I tell you we must die
Oh, moon of Alabama
We now must say say good-bye
We've lost our good old mamma
And must have whisky
Oh, you know why.
Show me the way to the next little boy
Oh, don't ask why, oh, don't ask why
Show me the way to the next little boy
Oh don't ask why, oh, don't ask why
For if we don't find the next little boy
I tell you we must die
I tell you we must die
I tell you
I tell you
I tell you we must die
Oh, moon of Alabama
We now must say good-bye
We've lost our good old mamma
And must have a little boy
Oh, you know why.
Show me the way to the next little dollar
Oh, don't ask why, oh, don't ask why
Show me the way to the next little dollar
Oh, don't ask why, oh, don't ask why
For if we don't find the next little dollar
I tell you we must die
I tell you we must die
I tell you
I tell you
I tell you we must die
Oh, moon of Alabama
We now must say good-bye
We've lost our good old mamma
And must have dollars
Oh, you know why.