Everything I can think of

I’ve been absent without leave—AWOL, if you will—and it’s high time I let you in on what’s been going on. The truth is, it’s all good news, really. It’s not that blogging itself is bad news; it’s just that I’ve been deliberately distancing myself from all the relentless bad news out there.

Everything in the world right now is bad news, bad news, bad news—antagonism, hate, hate, hate. But here’s the thing: that’s actually fucking good, because the Democrats are just losing and losing and losing and losing and losing.

If I were God for an hour, I’d just kill them all and get it over with—flood the world again, but this time, only flood the Democrats. I loathe and hate them so much. They’re just automatic liars, proving every single day how automatically lying they are, and I’m not going to deal with it. I’m not getting involved in the day-to-day tit-for-tat bullshit because I know they’re losing. I know that. And I’m not just talking about Democrats in America—I’m talking the whole left schebang, including the European Union, the EU. I wish those leftists death as well. I do, I do.

And you know, if you want to tell me I’m a racist, I’m a this, I’m a that—whatever, man. Whatever. Believe what you fucking want, because I know what reality is. I know what truth is. I know how the pendulum swings, and everything is swinging back to sanity because Democrats are fucking insane. They’re fucking insane. They’re mental, and most of the world—again, if you look at the IQ charts in the world—over half the world is fucking mentally retarded.

The only thing that matters in this world is white men who built civilization.

So that’s my introduction. What I’m going to do now is tell you how that threads into what I’m doing.

Part One: What Is Love, Really?

Among the words and phrases I loathe the most—and this goes way back—is the piece of shit phrase, “I fell in love.” For me, that is complete chick talk. It’s girl talk, girl talk, and it’s actually manipulative if you go under the surface of that term. As a man, I prefer to say something like, “It grew on me,” or something like, “I waded in and got a little bit stuck.” Something like that.

But to cut to the chase here, I’ve had a gal that I’ve known for just over two years now, and I’ve been to her village. She’s not a bar girl or a freelancer in Pattaya, Thailand—which is really neither here nor there. It’s like, is she a good gal? I always kind of knew she was, but that’s just what kept me around and kept me in contact with her for a long time.

So for now, for like about eight months or so, she lives with me on my perch overlooking Pattaya Bay in Thailand, on the 17th floor. It’s a one-bedroom apartment, which she keeps pristine. She won’t let me do anything—not only will she not let me do anything in terms of the apartment, but she meticulously (this is gonna sound crazy) cleans and clips my fingernails and toenails and gives me 10-minute showers with loofahs and brushes and substances (I’m in and out in a minute when myself). My personal hygiene is just better than—let’s just say it’s better than it’s ever been in my life.

Yet she maintains this food shop she owns. My day is to spend two or three hours in the morning with her when we wake up, overlooking the bay—you know, coffee or even a beer or whiskey. Thais don’t look at morning drinking like Americans do. And then when she leaves, she goes to the market, she gets what she needs—fresh food every day—and then she runs the place until about 9 or 10 at night, and then cleans up and comes home. And then we have two or three hours together again. So my life is two or three hours in the morning, two or three hours in the evening with her. And what is very different is that she never bores me—even though we’re two different languages, she never bores me. I’m never bored. I always like it. I always am a little bit sad when she leaves in the morning, and I’m always totally fucking happy when she comes home. Sometimes it’s 9 or 10, or sometimes even 11 p.m. in the evening when she comes home, and I’m happy. And we spend that time together. And I have big plans going forward.

Part Two: What’s The Unlikely Next?

I bought a pickup truck, and that ties right into the big plans going forward. I waded into this thing initially and thought I had a potential deal or two, but I backed out on them. Thailand is one of, if not the highest, pickup truck ownership spots in the world. They’ve got all the major players—Ford, Toyota, Nissan, Isuzu, you name it—and they’re all about the same size. Every damn one is diesel, stick shift, and built like a workhorse. It’s meant for hauling shit around, getting stuff done, and that’s exactly what I wanted.

After looking around, I stumbled into this crazy deal through a friend of a friend. The guy’s sadly dying of cancer, and so is his brother, so they’re just unloading everything at a rapid pace to spread the money around before it’s too late. I snagged this thing for basically half its market value, paid cash, and it’s pristine. It’s been garaged its whole life with only 85,000 km on it— that’s roughly 50,000 miles for you imperial types. I’ve been driving it around, getting the feel for it, and it’s a beast.

I’m gonna have to ask my baby brother Michael if this makes any sense, because growing up as a kid, I learned on three-speed column shifts and four-on-the-floor setups. I drove plenty of cars like that back in the day. When I moved to Japan in 1984, I had a couple of rides that were four-speed on the floor, but I was driving from the right side, shifting with my left hand instead of my right. That was a long-ass time ago, but now here I am again, right-hand drive, shifting left-handed on a six-speed transmission with a 2.5L turbo diesel. Back then, you’d wind it out to 2,000 or 3,000 RPM before upshifting, but with this turbo diesel, you can shift at 1,500 RPM and it just pulls like a motherfucker. It’s got such low-end torque that it’s amazing—feels like a cross between driving a car and piloting a big rig, like my brother used to do professionally (he’s an instructor now, all that shit).

On the one hand, it’s an extended cab, not a four-door, because I wanted a longer bed to haul shit properly. I think I’ve got the perfect setup for what I need. On the other hand, I live in this goddamn condo where the parking is so tight you wouldn’t believe it. Backing that thing in every time I come home is a royal pain in the ass.

Part Three: The Post-Covid Shitshow and Why I’m Done Licking Balls

I think the whole Covid debacle starting in 2020 irrevocably changed the world. I look back, and I was fine—I liquidated everything and headed to Thailand to kick off a digital nomad kind of endeavor. Then Covid hits, and I end up not leaving Thailand for four years. I had it; I came here via China and caught it very early on, when it was supposedly at its most lethal. I’ve always told people I’ve had worse hangovers—it was just not a big deal for me. And so that’s part of the landscape through which I view the whole thing. I think the world just went totally insane. IF Covid can kill you, GOOD. Darwinian culing of the weak.

The entire world went totally insane for two to three years, and I don’t know if it can be fixed, but I know it’s not fixed yet. So I’ve had to reevaluate everything, because everything I was doing before was based on a certain set of assumptions, and those assumptions have all shifted and changed. What I find, because of what happened during the Covid insanity—which I call the Covidiocy—is that so many people were exposed as worthless fucktards. In that sense, it’s actually a benefit, because I could see there’s a huge subset of the population that simply cannot ever be reasoned with. They will only go with whatever the narrative is.

So then you have to ask, well, what is the narrative? I think the narrative is shifting, so I have some optimism and hope. But I know that I cannot reason with most people—there’s no way to reason with most people. They’re locked into what they are. That brings me to today, when I scroll through my Facebook feed or X feed, and I just see total antagonism, total just taking a side—like you’re a team member of a tribe or something. Very little thought involved, and when there is no thought or honesty involved, it just typically adheres to one side or the other. For the big players, the big influencers—I could run down a list of names, but it’s essentially all of them—they’re always on one tribe. This tribe or that tribe, left or right or whatever, and that’s how everyone lines up in lockstep. People like me? We just say, wait.

I’ll give you an analogy: ball-licking. So for me, when I look at X and Facebook, it’s people arguing about which balls to lick. It’s like a question-begging fallacy, because I come in and say, well, how about don’t lick balls? I mean, it’s kind of that simple. But everybody’s like, no, these balls are great—oh God, gotta lick these balls. No, you gotta lick these balls ’cause he jerks off better when you’re licking his balls. You know?

Just don’t lick balls.

Part Four: Positive Note

What are my plans, actually? I’ll be a little bit specific here. The lease ends on this nice high-rise perch overlooking Pattaya Bay in about May 2026, so we’ve got four or five months to go. The plan then—with the pickup truck already in the bag—is that the girlfriend and I are going to relocate up to her province and move to Mukdahan, where she has quite a substantial property with a fruit orchard. There’s one older structure that’s just a room and a bathroom, and now there’s a second one that’s about 70 or 80% complete, which I will finish. We’re gonna do a lot of stuff there.

It’s a fruit orchard, and I’m gonna put in a swimming pool and install monkey bars over the fruit orchard. I’m gonna have some Thai kids from around the neighborhood come earn money by doing challenges on the monkey bars. So imagine an orchard with a network of monkey bars all over it—and we’re talking a large space, not like some piddly schoolyard. We’re gonna build a couple other structures, including a very cool office for myself. Did I mention the swimming pool? Well, we need to put in a smoker barbecue setup so we can do smoked meats, barbecued meats, or a combination of all that stuff.

This is all in the village of Nikhom Kham Soi in Mukdahan province, Thailand. Yeah, you’ll see it. So if you stick with me, I’m shifting things around, but I’m being transparent. I just simply do not want to engage in this day-to-day, targeted political antagonism about everything. It’s all bullshit. Find something to do with your life, and I’ll see you on the next round.

Part Addendum: I’ve Solved the Keith Richards Mystery

This floated across my feed this morning.

Ah, so all the jokes over the years about how Keith outlives everyone.

Secret revealed! Get yourself a far younger gal who adores you (mine is 20 yrs junior), never gets fat, stays sexy.

Fountain of youth. I’m on that exact track.

Still married to his sexy chick 42 years later.

…See ya.