The 6th Commandment in Pattaya
The religious right in America have sought to increase the influence of God on the government by trying to place the 10 Commandments in various courthouses and legislature. While I am not a follower of the bearded Jehovah in the flowing muumuu, I have nothing against erection of the twin tablets of NO this and No that as long as the politicians passing through the portals such sanctified buildings adhere to the tenets of ‘god’.
No lying would eliminate 50% of the US Senate. No stealing would get rid of another 25% and no adultery would decimate the remainder, so the Senate would be a lonely place for the few saints.
I live in Pattaya.
A beach town without any commandments.
Last night at the Buffalo I asked my three friends, if they could name the 10 Commandments.
They got five.
The other five were lost during the past 10 years, however sometimes Pattaya residents seem to be challenging Sodom for the Guinness record of breaking the Commandments, which is why you should be careful with picking your friends, and once you have friends you should only trust them so far.
Rarely with someone you just barfined out of a go-go, although most bar girls are 100% more honorable than a desperate farang. Not that anyone wants to be bad, but Pattaya breeds weakness in character, because no one wants to go back to their country of residence and will do anything to stay here another week, month, or year.
Case in point.
My good friend lends a bar owner 250,000 baht.
As a favor until the bar owner sells his establishment.
While the bar owner is in Australia, my friend checks on the bar. He reports that the bar owner’s wife is sneaking money from the till and going out at night.
Who does the bar owner get angry at?
My friend.
And the fat bald cunt badmouths the man who lent him almost $6000 US.
My friend is not a calm man, but decides not to say anything.
“I want me money.”
The market is slow, but finally some sucker signs a contract.
The bar owner gives the down payment of 300,000 to his girlfriend to buy land up country. My friend shows up and asks for his cash. The bald bar owner throws him out of the bar, telling him to fuck off. “I’ll pay you when I get me money.”
“Let no good deed go unpunished.” My old boss on 47th Street said and he was right.
All my friend did was try to help a mate.
The bald bar owner might not be guilty of breaking DO NOT STEAL, but he did trespass over the ‘I’m a cunt’ line.
And that’s a different set of rules.
#1 Never trust anyone.
#2 If you do trust someone, only trust them up to the point where they can fail. Beyond that the fault is yours.
#3 Never lend more money than you can lose.
Of course I ignore all laws, because all laws are meant to be ignored, except after the fact.
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