It's fascinating. You can even guess what Wu will say based on current happenings.
If people are talking about racism, Wu tells of her past as a poor little black girl who witnessed lynchings and Klan meetings daily on the other side of the road from her house in Mississippi.
If people are talking about tech, Wu was a child genius whose adoring parents bought top of the line technology for so she could learn, and she was also captain at space camp.
If people are talking about LGBT issues, Wu recalls how she was abandoned by her horrible family for coming out as bi during college and how all of her thirty hundred gay friends were drafted and killed in combat.
If people are talking about cars, Wu will mention how she learned to fix one since she was young and is the bikerest danger grrl to ever be. Porsche photos optional but very likely.
If people are talking about animals, Wu speaks lovingly about her three two dogs and post the same photo of the dog begging for a bath and a pet shop visit we've seen countless times.
If people are talking about business, Wu worked so hard and suffered endless harassment but managed to become a successful game developer, in touch with the market and a world record speedrunner.
If people are talking about gaming, Wu will mention GAMERGAAAAAAATE says how great [CURRENT POPULAR GAME] is, unless it gets blowback from Twitter, then [CURRENT POPULAR GAME] is yikes and cancelled (see TLOU2).
If people are talking about laws or medicine, Frank is a high powered lawyer/doctor hybrid who just knows whatever Wu is saying is correct.
I forgot what was it about, but Wu even wrote to a newspaper that she was against something being built (I think a power plant?) because someone she knew and was dear to her died due to an accident or explosion caused by the thing she was against.
When the current events
be a-happenin'
and people who ain't not never breathed a word before
start a-yappenin......
Well, only just one thing
that ought could be goin' on....
Another verse and a story bout
Miss'ippi John
Well howdy again there folks. Now it sure has been a sight of a long minute since we gotta sit round the fire and jaw for bit. Now, I know what for the times're tougher than a tortoise's bunions, and that's why its important to sit down, and focus not on what's all be driving us apart like two mules that just filed for divorce, but what should be bringing us together. And there sure for sight ain't nothing more togethery, nothing that's better for the soul, nothing that's something everyone can enjoy together, than sitting back and enjoying another tale about that manliest of all men, Miss'ippi John.
Now, as I'm well sure you all aware but incase any of you need some helps remembering, Miss'ippi John has had lots of experiences being raised as young black girl in Miss'ippi, and getting attended to a warm welcoming church where in the Christians were just the best folks ever, since if there is any place that is welcoming of homosexuality, its a traditional black southern baptist church. But you might be forgetting with all the current goings-on tht John was also raised by a racist, former-navy officer who had abandoned him as a child and then taught him all there was to know about running a business while being constantly broke before disowning him; providing John a very sparse and deprived childhood where the family could only able to afford the essentials like a computer, NES, SNES, per-minute internet access, and muscle cars for John to rebuild. Well, that John also went to church, but it was attended by only the nastiest, orneriest KKK racists who used their pulpit every day to denigrate everything they could about niggers, spics, wops, wogs, dagos, beaners, krauts, wetbacks, kikes, golliwogs, fags, micks, frogs, moon crickets, gooks, nips, guineas, slants, rooskis, indos, redskins, curries, limeys, sambos, mongoloids, dune coons, gator bait, nig-nogs, cholos, coolies, turd burglars, jigaboos, knackers, and gypsies. And that therefore left John with a much-maligned view of the church except when he remembered the welcoming environment of when he'd been a young black girl, and could implore Christians they should and could be better than doing something that Miss'ippi John found distasteful.
But when you lived as many lives as Miss'ippi John has, why it gets right troublesome to keep all them memories straight. And that's why Miss'ippi John got himself a little bird, and he trained that bird to sit on his shoulder remind him of what he was supposed be remembering that day. It'd just squawk out a topic, and Ol' John would simply go on about it. When it'd squawk out Congress, why that'd remind John of his great political career. When it squawked out Race, why that'd remind John about his being raised as a poor black girl and all the racism he experienced. Anything about electronic and engineering, why it'd remind John about his nat'ral born talents and when he was the first and only mission commander at Space Camp (another one of the only bare essentials john's poor family could afford). When it squawked about Gays, It would remind John how he was also a queer woman married to a man. It would also remind him of the 25,000 gay soldiers he personally knew that committed suicide in eye-rack. "Women" would remind John that he'd turned himself into a woman because they needed a man to show them the correct way to be women. John never could figure out what he was s'posed to do when it said "Let in the dog" though.
Well, a man as great as Miss'ippi John had many enemies. And the most wiley and nafarious of those were Br'er Gamergate, and Br'er KKK. Well, mean ol' crafty Gamergate knew there was for sure no way John could stopped with that bird just a-tweetin' away. So while John was distracted by fightin' off that wicked Klu Klux Klan (who were still the the L that John had stolen from them in college) that wicked Gamergate took that bird, stuck it in a blue apron box, and tricked Miss'ippi John into cooking and eating it. The bird had been too busy telling John the recipe to remind him not to cook it & eat his friend.
Well, with no more bird to remind John what memories or opinions he was supposed to have, everything just went sideways. John had to stop his congressional campaign, since when he went out campaigning he'd get all confused and greet voters as a great engineer instead of the most competent woman running for congress, and he'd just fix their refrigerator instead of securing their vote. He started back at being Game Developer but had to be concerned he'd forget to pay his employees again. John was so despondent, he couldn't even bring himself to use another exercise bike ever again. John was so sad he wasn't able to use his filibustering and experience as a black girl to keep race relations in the country on track and, well, we all know what happened when John wasn't out there visibily fighting for civil rights for even a minute.
Now, that'd be the end of a less man for sure, but not ol' John, no sirree. John sat down, and like a true engineer, found a website made by someone else that could serve as a replacement for his deceased pet. Why, this social media website it made it so easy for him to figure out what opinions and memories he was supposed to be having at that moment, it was like having his beloved birdie back all over again. And so John used his power of persuasions to get the website to change its logo to honor his fallen feathered friend. So while John's bird was cooked and eaten, well, he now had a different way of making sure he's right opinions and memories, and now nothing could stop him from making another game as successful as Revolution 60. But it's well past the youngin's bedtimes, so that's story for another time.
That website's name? Albert Einstein (dot cx)
