Foo O’Shit

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Hi everyone. 
I’ve had some requests to provide a profile for the philosopher I’m regularly quoting. A font of wisdom, he never fails to provide pithy and relevant aphorisms on all aspects of life, death, and the universe. 
First, let’s clear up a misconception. He refers to himself as “the ancient Irish-Chinese philosopher”.
This is just hype. He wants to present an aura of mystique and rootsy credibility like Confucius. The only thing ancient about him is the way he looks. He looks like he drinks a forty pounder of vodka a day. And he does.
His father was an Irish lay missionary who arrived in China’s Shanxi province not long after WW2 in April 1946. China was in the midst of a civil war which ultimately led to the establishment of The People’s Republic of China under Mao Zedong in September 1949. This strict communist regime outlawed religion based on the Marxist tenet that these systems of belief slowed down economic growth. “The opium of the people” was how religion was described.
The name of the missionary was William. His surname, like the majority of Irish names, was Gaelic in origin. Most Irish people anglicized their names to avoid the epiglottal hack found in Celtic and some Germanic languages. Not William. He insisted on the Gaelic pronunciation of a name that even Foo doesn’t remember. It sounded very much like the Shanxi dialect word for bird excrement. His students were learning English and they translated this to ‘Shit”. William Shit.
In 1948 William fell in love with and married a Chinese student twenty years his junior. When the big exodus of church officials and missionaries began in late 1949 he went underground and managed to elude the authorities right up until the beginning of the cultural revolution in 1966. 
In 1953 a son was born and he named him Phillip. The other children couldn’t pronounce it so they called him Foo. It stuck and he gradually became Foo son of Shit or, Foo O’Shit.

Foo say “Most people full of BS”
 Foo O’Shit, ancient Irish-Chinese philosopher in an interview with Barbara Walters. He was drunk at the time.