Timeout, Somewhat
The Thai political saga has reached religious proportions. Nonpartisans are called fascists, a voice crying in the desert is accused of instigating violence. Others start believing in miracles, others again turn a blind eye. There is a savior, after all – I know, it’s not about him. Change is in the air, a better world lies ahead. There is even talk of a Thai People Power. Well, the Philippine version involved over 2,000,000 people including military figures.
Manila was a sea of yellow ribbons – sorry about that unfortunate color analogy. Here in Bangkok you see a red ribbon on a taxi once in a while. The sea of reds fluctuates dramatically. The other day some 2,000 gathered, on weekends tens of thousands amass. I know, this is to undo the coup. Anyway, and this is great news for some:
Am about to take a short leave traveling to the old world. May post a thought now and then, or rather not. Who knows what will happen these days. Already missed last year’s Songkran mayhem due to overseas travels. So for the faithful this is a good time. Believe it or not, I’d actually be looking forward to a change of government. Would be in the opposition already (as pre-rally against govt by the way), and all the voices cheering the red liberators now would maybe have to keep on cheering for them. That’s gonna be fun.
Seriously, this is no time to make fun, but to work together. Amen. Jolly Songkran & stay save! And tune in now and then, you never know. Readers’ contributions always welcome! Oh, and no, I did not write that PostBag letter.
Wishing you a great trip and nice stay in the “old world.”
Back In The Ould Country
I had guinness with a Hot Press photographer in a Dublin pub
He wore a crucifix and a short fat beard
Showed me pictures of Gavin Thursday, Three Men And A Dog
With the Joshua Duo stood around looking weird
Met a Sid Vicious lookalike and he was six foot four
Had spikes on his dog collar made of solder
He was sitting in Bewley’s caff in a dirty old gaberdine mac
He was 17 but he looked about ten years older… that was
Back in the Ould Country, back in the Ould Country
Back in the Ould Country, back in the Ould Country
10am one Sunday, Diceman hadn’t been near his bed
And he was gargling creme de menthe just to keep awake
He’d been rolling through night, and got ossified in Sides
He look so smashed and happy it made my day, that was
Back in the Ould Country, back in the Ould Country
Back in the Ould Country, back in the Ould Country
Headed into Limerick on the Clonmel road
In a beat-up rented Nissan with no brakes
Saw a Garda on the beat with two size 13 feet
Ten convent girls and a nun on roller skates… that was
Back in the Ould Country, back in the Ould Country
Back in the Ould Country, back in the Ould Country
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Enjoy your trip.
Jolly Songkran to you too
Escaping the water fights or the political stalemate?
Happy Easter and may you resurrection be enjoyable.
You still think this is true?
(BD: Oh yes, only a few red ribbons.)
Old world? You’re in the old world.