Chinese are like birds...

So in my pensive state this morning on my way to the bus stop, I came up with a good analogy, or perhaps a metaphor of what Chinese should be likened to.  Chinese are like birds, particularly crows or ravens.  It might sound offensive, but a lot of common behavior have led me to believe that this isn't too far fetched.

Much as birds do, the Chinese leave a trail of shells (sunflower seed ones) behind after consuming them, excrement is bound to follow (no thanks to the 开裆裤).  They are loud people, likened much to the familiar squawk that crows give off, whether it is on the street, or barking into their phones. They are attracted to shiny things, gaudy, shiny things just because they assume bigger is better, shinier is pricier, which is a direct reflection of wealth, but as we all should know, this is only a superficial matter.  In fact, what is sad is that the crow itself doesn't appreciate its own hidden beauty.  It thinks that it is sad, pitiful, and dark because of its "humiliating" past as they themselves describe, but in actuality, they have merely forgotten to see the beautiful sheen that lines within their dark feathers, which gives them depth and hidden grace that is so rare in present society.  If they would stop enviously looking at others, one day they might see and once again find pride in the creature it already is.