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This and that from re Thai r meny, by 3Th. September 14, 2011


1941, September 1: Yellow Star: A decree, promulgated on this date, provided badges to be issued to Jews within Germany as well as occupied and incorporated Poland. This badge was the yellow Star of David with the word “Jude” (“Jew”) and worn on the left side of one’s chest.

Never again!


Guns or Deep Fried Insects: A few says ago the newly elected Prime Minister of Thailand, Princess LuckyGirl, spoke at a conference, regarding countries defense policies, attended by the students and faculty of the nation’s five élite military schools . She urged the conference to consider the country’s need for rural economic development and technological improvement to compete in the modern world. (She avoided any mention of her party’s policy to seek amnesty for her brother the deposed exiled fugitive ex-Prime Minister, Thaksin the Terrible.)

The students responded that what they really wanted was more guns and more modern armaments.

Free and Fair Elections: The english language newspapers in Thailand report that a number of political canvassers employed by losing candidates have fled the country in fear for their lives. It seems the losing candidates, seeking the return of the money paid to the canvassers to buy votes, have retained hit men to handle the collection.

What a concept! Losing candidates getting their money back from their campaign consultants.

The Public Trough: The current average pay for a university educated civil servant in Thailand is about US $300 a month. A proposal to raise it to US $500 a month is claimed would cause national economic calamity.

$300 a month pay for someone with a university education! The sex trade pays better. Did you know that Thailand has the best educated prostitutes in the world? That’s OK, I guess. The Sex trade in the US pays way better that teaching.

Either-Or: The opinion pages of the english language press in Thailand are criticizing the new administration, that has been authorized to begin operations about two weeks ago, for proceeding too quickly to carry out their agenda. Those same opinion pages and sometimes the same writers have also claimed that the new administration is proceeding too slowly in acting on their campaign pledges.

The newly elected Prime Minister Princess LuckyGirl has been rumored to exclaim in frustration, “What’s a poor girl to do?

Cheeky Chalerm: The Deputy Thai Prime Minister, Chalerm, whose outspoken comments about people and policies delighted the Thai press corp, has been labeled by that same press as “impolite” for his outspokenness.

Did you ever wonder why, “Politeness,” is not a desirable trait in an American politician?


Anyone who has spent any significant time living in another culture eventually discovers that no matter how much they enjoy and love their adopted society and its people there remains a few things they cannot stand and can never understand about the alien culture in which they have chosen to live. Among the many of the latter I have found, is the tendency of the Thais to view the farang (foreigner) as little more than a mobile ATM. I know that the Thais are not unique in this and in fact this tendency is universal. Nevertheless, one seems always to expect that they are immune or at least resistant to it.

My special bane is Thai taxi drivers. It is not so much their attempts to gouge me that troubles me, but why it bothers me so much. After all, if a supposedly prestigious institution like the Bank of America can happily rip off a nation of homeowners, why would a poor Thai taxi driver barely making a minimum wage so infuriate me?

For example today, I had to go to the Thai immigration office to get a re-entry stamp added to my passport so that my visa would not lapse as a result of my upcoming visit to the US. After furiously negotiating with the Taxi driver over an exorbitant flat fee or use of the meter, I began to fuss and fume when I felt he was going the long way in order to increase the charges on the meter, the little Masseuse turned to me and asked, “Do you have to get there by a certain time?”

“No” I said.

“Then why are you giving yourself a headache?”

When I pointed out my concern about running up the fare she said, “Mai pen rai,” the Thai version of “be cool”. She explained the situation to the Taxi driver, who agreed to stop and let us out without paying. After a bit of a wait took another taxi.

Another trait of the Thais that has come to frustrate and annoy me is their refusal to admit to a foreigner that they do not know the directions to a place. Again, today’s trip to the immigration office required that we travel to the new Thai government center, at a place inconvenient to any public transit whatsoever. In my mania about Taxi fare gouging, I had come prepared with a map from the internet precisely showing the location of the building, among the many in the huge center, that the immigration office was situated in. The map also had a photograph of the building itself.

When we arrived at the center both the little Masseuse and the taxi driver insisted that the map was wrong and the driver proceeded drive to the opposite end of the center. Once there, we asked the guard if the building before us was the immigration office. The guard assured us it was. We got out of the Taxi and walked into the building. Security informed us that this in fact was not the immigration office but that it was located in the building next door. When we arrived at that building, it appeared to be a military installation. The guard at the gate said that it was not the immigration office either but directed us to a third building. At that building we were told that it also was not what we were looking for and the person we asked directed us with absolute assurance to another building altogether. Finally we located the motorbike station where one of the drivers claimed he knew what we were looking for. We rode on the back of the motorbikes all the way across the center to the building located precisely where indicated on the map and which I had pointed out from the taxi as we passed it on the tollway.

Now any of you who have read this far may wonder why I wrote all this. Well, actually this week is International Bitch and Moan (IBM) week. So feel free to expose your recent experiences with life’s minor annoyances on the social communications network of you choice.




New chapter:

“Yarggggghhhh!” screamed the Isabella character as she ran into the characters dressing room. “That’s it! That’s fucking it! That’s his idea of adding female characters, one bull dyke in a shrink-wrapped police uniform?…”


“Police, sheriff whatever. …And, one frozen popsicle French tart?”



“Belgian, she’s a Belgian, Walloon actually , French-speaking Belgians.”

“Who gives a shit, Belgian or loony, who cares? Is that the best he can do to add woman characters to the story? And he keeps adding fat men”

“Actually,” said the Vince character, “Big Flo is better described as husky, not fat.”

She looked at him and wrinkled up her nose as though something smelled bad, then grinned and asked, “Well, how was she?”


“The frozen French popsicle.”

“How should I know? First we were in bed. Then I wake up in her hotel room. Fiction authors do that you know, avoid describing the specific mechanics of the sex act itself… except for porn authors. Just once in my career in fiction, I would like my author to recount the simple give and take, so to speak, so that I can get to experience it. Maybe when you and I get to do it, he’ll do that.”

“Fat chance of that. I doubt if he knows himself. Besides, I am now your damned bodyguard not your bed mate.”

“Well, it could be like that movie where Costner plays the bodyguard to the singer and gets it on with her. Anyway, whats up? You seem out of sorts. Are you having your period?”

“Ohhh! that is such a man thing, always bringing that up to explain a woman’s moods.”

“Well,” he said grinning?

“How should I know? Most authors don’t write about that either, at least what the women really feels…only the jokes. …But something doesn’t add up” she continued.

“What do you mean?”


a. I didn’t know that:

Up until the 1500s or so in Europe, Baths consisted of a big tub filled with hot water. The man of the house had the privilege of the nice clean water, then all the other sons and men, then the women and finally the children. Last of all the babies. By then the water was so dirty you could actually lose someone in it. Hence the saying, “Don’t throw the baby out with the bath water!”

b. From God’s Mouth to your ears:

“Nearly half of Muslims in the US say that they think of themselves first as Muslims rather than Americans. Now that’s a problem. It’s not a problem when a Christian says that. For the Christian to say, “I am a Christian first and an American second,” that’s what we all ought to say. Our ultimate allegiance is not to country, not to the Constitution, it’s to God and the Scripture. If you have to make a choice between the two, we must obey God rather than man.

But when a Christian says, “I’m a Christian first and an American second,” the fact that he is a Christian first, he’s got devotion and allegiance to Jesus Christ means he’s going to be a better American. He’s going to be an asset to his country, he’s going to love his country, he’s going to become more fervent in his patriotism. His love for his country and for its traditions are going to deepen because those traditions are rooted in the soil of the Judeo-Christian tradition.”
Dominionist preacher Byron Fischer.

Wow! Should Muslim’s wear badges? Atheists? What about Jews, Catholics and Buddhists, can they be real Americans? It is so difficult knowing what to believe these days.

c. Testosterone Chronicles:

Then and now:


The following was sent by my grandson, Anthony, though Facebook. While I believe it is not original with him (Pac-Man was way before his time), I send it on because I think it is clever and because, alas, in his case I suspect it is true.

“Me, behave? Seriously? As a child I saw Tarzan almost naked, Cinderella arrived home after midnight, Pinocchio told lies, Aladdin was a thief, Batman drove over 200 miles an hour, Snow White lived in a house with 7 men, Popeye smoked a pipe and had tattoos, Pac-Man ran around to digital music while eating pills that enhanced his performance, and Shaggy and Scooby were mystery loving hippies that always had the munchies. The fault is not mine! “


I guess this edition of “This and that…” is a family affair. Today’s chart was provided by my daughter Jessica and pretty accurately graphically expresses how our economy got to where it is today:

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