There is a great book on actual Chinese fascists called Revolutionary Nativism: Fascism and Culture in China, 1925–1937, and it focuses specifically on the CC Clique and the Blueshirts (not to be confused with the Irish Blueshirts), who were part of the Guomindang. They were a Confucian bunch who promoted interclass harmony, ultranationalism, (traditional) masculinity, conservatism and futurism, among other phenomena.

One of my favorite parts:

On the flip side, some Blue Shirts insisted that Communists were in fact indistinguishable from garden‐variety hedonistic denizens of the colonial concessions, whether Chinese or foreign. Communists, in this telling, did not merely disguise themselves in a manner that revealed their immorality and craven acquiescence to colonial violations of Chinese sovereignty. Rather, a Communist was essentially the same as any other self‐indulgent bourgeois.

A 1934 article in Sweat and Blood Weekly came to this conclusion based on the readiness with which Communists took cover in Shanghai’s colonial settlements. Communists might proclaim themselves to be anticapitalist and anti‐imperialist, but they in fact delighted in the decadent pastimes on offer there.

“Like capitalists,” the author explained, Communists reveled in “its Western‐style buildings, cars, mistresses, roulette wheels, dancing, horse and dog races, and massages—all manner of earthly delights.” They might champion things like “proletarian literature” but they certainly did not live like proletarians.

Not all that different from contemporary antisocialists making fun of socialists for using smartphones or some shit.