Friday, May 28, 2010

Those British Bastards


I live about a block from a temple. Next to the temple is an upscale restaurant. If you listen close enough and tune out the sound of Thai airforce jets on training drills and dogs barking, you might hear the bellicose chuckling of the fat Brits sitting around glutting themselves to an early grave. Tables full of expat kings gorging on cheap food and women 40 years their junior. The women sit silent. The men tell tales of riotous times and posh living. I ate there once and watched as one particularly obese Brit sat in a white linen outfit eating from 3 plates, a back brace and bright blue socks with sandals. A young Thai woman on each side. I tried to hide my outrage, but I could not contain the mimicking. "Oh hohohoho, Charles, you always were a cheeky bastard weren't you. HAHAHAHA. Good thing our kids don't know our women are younger than their children, muhahahaha. If Helen hadn't taken half my money I would have two more girls each night, hahahaha" Colonialism is alive and well in Thailand. They are not conquering land, but they are still conquering people.

The sex trade is big business.
Today, I went to the bookstore to pick up a Thai/English phrase book. Next to the book I bought was a whole row of books dedicated to teaching foreigners how to say things like, "I like younger women", "I want to sleep with 4 girls tonight, is thatOK?", "Do you like pain?" and it gets MUCH more explicit from there. The books are available in English, German, Swedish, Danish, Spanish, French, Japanese, Chinese, and maybe more. Can you imagine your grandpa walking into a Thai bookstore to get a phrase book designed solely to speak to Thai
prostitutes?
I would love their faces on billboards outside their London flats or their Florida tract home. Outside their country club, a big flashing sign for their friends and wives and stockbroker sons to see. "Grandpa supports human trafficking"

2 comments:

  1. Ditto. On everything you said Pete. And double again.

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  2. This is painful. I hate it. But you expressed it well Pete, as always.

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