Category Archives: Thoughts from the expats corner

Jack Corbett has now been living full time in Thailand as an expat. This category encompasses a wide range of thoughts and subjects from the perspective of being in a strange land thousands of miles from the United States where the culture oftentimes seems to be 180 degrees apart from the values and beliefs of the West.

Jeb Bushs Brainless Trust

Maureen Dowd’s recent editorial Jeb Bushs Brainless Trust in the New York Times was simply so awesome that I had to link it here.

Because Jeb Bushs Brainless Trust is the most eloquent argument for voting Democrat that I’ve read.

Here’s Maureen Dowd’s editorial.

Jeb Bushs Brainless Trust came after the Republican cartoon strip
The Republican Party has become so bad that I just had to create the GOP cartoon strip even though I can’t draw.

Jeb wound up never getting close to the Gop presidential nomination in 2016.  Jeb went up with a miserable cast of Republican hopefuls in 2015-6.  But the GOP offered up just as many misfits in 2012.   For a few laughs and tears let’s revisit my GOP cartoon strip.

Microsoft Word unacceptable compared to Wordperfect

I find Microsoft Word unacceptable.  Especially when I compare it to Corel Wordperfect Office.  I should know because I am a writer.

Microsoft Word unacceptable ribbon bar interface
Let’s start with the Microsoft Word Interface. Instead of the traditional menu setup most of Microsoft’s competitors were using. Particularly Word Perfect, MIcrosoft gave its customers this streamlined ribbon bar. But take my word for it. This ribbon bar is very confusing. I would oftentimes have to resort to looking up Word functions using the Google Search engine. This is very time consuming. Which makes Microsoft Word unacceptable for me. But that’s just the tip of the iceberg. Doing footnotes for example is very time consuming in Microsoft Word whereas in Word Perfect it’s very intuitive.

I have Microsoft Office 2010, and I absolutely despise it.   I loath Microsoft Office so much that I’ve actually reviewed it.  So if you want a totally honest assessment of Microsoft Office click here.  But I also have Microsoft Office on my computers .   If I don’t, there’s no way that I can send and receive correctly formatted documents from users of  Microsoft Office.

In the past several years I’ve written and produced four books. But if I am to receive reports from Amazon on how many paperback books and Kindle books I’ve sold I need  Microsoft Excel.

I also need Excel to export Quickbooks accounting files to a spreadsheet.  Excel comes with Microsoft Office.  This means I must have Microsoft Office on my computer.

It doesn’t matter how much I detest Microsoft.   I have to have it because everyone else has it.  I infinitely prefer Wordperfect Office X-7 which  is so superior to Microsoft Office that it makes Microsoft Word unacceptable for word processing.

In Microsoft Office the Excel Spreadsheet module is excellent.  But the Word word processor module needs to be thrown into the toilet.  It smells that bad.

I just admitted that Excel, the spreadsheet component of Microsoft Office, is quite good.  But, Quattro Pro, which is Wordperfect Office’s spreadsheet module, is equally good.

But Microsoft Word needs to be taken off the market.   It is terrible. This means that Microsoft Office needs to be taken off the market.  Even though it contains Excel, it’s got one of the worse Word processor’s that has ever been foisted upon the consumer.

Microsoft Word unacceptable Wordperfect menu easy to use
This is your bread and butter Wordperfect menu driven interface. Most features you will be using the most are clearly shown without your having to search into the menus to find them. Example in point….outlining. Or bullets. Fonts. Margins. Positioning of text such as left justification, right or center. It’s right there in front of your face. But suppose you want something more specific. Such as page numbering? You just click on format and then you will see Page. This simply makes clear common sense. Nearly all formatting options are under formatting where they should be. With the Microsoft ribbon bar, such formatting options are all over the place. Bottom line. Microsoft Word unacceptable. These three words tell you all you need to know.

I’ve written four books.   I’ve had to use Word to upload my files  to the amazon servers.   I need to do this to self publish my books with Amazon.   The Amazon servers will not accept Wordperfect files  so I am stuck  having to use Word.

I’ve had to spend three times as much work trying to format each book in Word as I’ve had to in Wordperfect.

And even then I couldn’t format my book captions  in Word because of its unacceptable limitations.

Well perhaps you won’t believe me.  But will you believe over 300 independent reviews from the people who have actually bought Wordperfect and Microsoft Office from Amazon?

The funny thing is, when you read the reviews of Wordperfect Office versus Microsoft Office in computer magazines such as Computer World and P.C. Magazine you will always find that Microsoft Office comes out on top.

But who do you think is spending more money advertising their products with these magazines?  Corel, which is Wordperfect’s parent company or Microsoft?  You better believe that Microsoft is spending a lot more advertising dollars than Corel.   It has huge market dominance over everybody else.  Almost every personal computer being sold  must have Microsoft Windows.  This means Microsoft gets tons of money selling the operating system software alone.

With Wordperfect you can easily choose from a different looks for your basic interface. This is the classic 5.1 version Wordperfect interface. It’s clean and uncluttered with a lovely blue background color. This is terrific for distraction free writing. This background is the same one Wordperfect was using 20 years ago in its Dos 5.1 version of Wordperfect before Microsoft even introduced its first Windows operating system. One can also choose a Microsoft Word interface. There’s so many variations you can choose from in Wordperfect. THat makes Microsoft Word unacceptable. Word is simply too limited and too confusing.

Many people don’t realize this.  But Microsoft used to bundle Microsoft Office with each copy of Microsoft Windows it sold.  This meant that everyone buying the Windows operating system was getting Microsoft Office for free.

Meanwhile companies such as Wordperfect were selling their office software at pretty hefty prices.  But I will tell you this.  In those days Wordperfect had wonderful technical support.

I formatted my first book beautifully thanks to the exceptional technical phone support from Wordperfect.  So I didn’t have to pay the experts to typeset my book.  The Wordperfect support team spent hours on the phone with me.  And I didn’t have to spend one dime because I had already paid over a hundred dollars to Wordperfect for the initial software.

But practically everybody else was getting Microsoft Office for free.  While Microsoft designed Microsoft Office to integrate perfectly with its Microsoft  Windows Windows Operating system.

Whereas Wordperfect Office always had problems working with Microsoft’s operating system software.  Microsoft made sure of that.

This all ended with complete Microsoft dominance in the office software market.  Why should anyone buy office or word processing software from anyone else when they already had it on their computers?  Especially when they’d have to pay for software that doesn’t run smoothly on Microsoft Windows operating systems?

Microsoft Word unacceptable compared to Wordperfect
The Wordprocessor interface doesn’t get any simpler than this. There are no menu headings here whatsoever. What you are looking at is basically a clean white sheet of paper on a computer screen. This is the ultimate for distraction free writing. This is what most real writers want. And you get it with Wordperfect. But if you want instant access to the Wordperfect menus you just hit the escape key and voila. The menus appear.  The flexibility of the Wordperfect interface and menu system once again makes Microsoft Word unacceptable for advanced users.

Just remember that money is number one with all these “Trusted Magazines” such as Computer World  and P.C. Magazine.

So whoever spends the most advertising dollars with them is going to get the best reviews.

But if you want to find out the real truth you need to check out the Microsoft Office and Wordperfect Office 7 customer reviews on Amazon.   These customers are actual end users of Wordperfect.  And Wordperfect Office 7 is now selling for just $78 at amazon.  

These customers are giving Wordperfect Office X-7 4 ½ stars while only giving Microsoft’s Office 3 stars.

These numbers do not lie.  Ponder this.  There are something like 300 customer user reviews at Amazon and that the customers are not getting paid anything for their unbiased ratings.

What I am saying is completely true, and a proven fact when you consider that the customers who are actually buying Corel’s Wordperfect Office and Microsoft Office from Amazon are giving Wordperfect’s Office X-7 4 ½ stars while only giving Microsoft’s Office 365 Home edition 4 stars. These numbers do not lie.    The customers are not getting paid anything for their unbiased ratings.

Also–this latest Microsoft Office is subscription only.  You get to pay $85 now.   Then next year Microsoft hits your credit card up again for another $85.00  And so on ad nauseum.

Getting back to the actual user experience of these two Office software programs,

it’s not just the user friendliness of Wordperfect that makes Microsoft Word unacceptable.  Its far richer feature set makes Microsoft Word unacceptable to the advanced user as well as to novice.

of Wordperfect that puts it far ahead of its rival.  Wordperfect Office has a reveal codes setup that totally puts Wordperfect in front of Microsoft Office when it comes to correcting the look of your documents.  And how to you access, “Reveal Codes”?  Where you intuitively know where this feature should reside.  Just click on View, and there it is.  “Reveal Codes”.

Keep in mind also that even these unbiased Amazon customer ratings do not tell the entire story.  A lot of the customers giving good ratings for Microsoft Office don’t know any better.  They’ve never had Wordperfect on their computers before so they have nothing to compare their Microsoft Office software to.  But most of the reviewers for Wordperfect Office that are giving it a 4.5 star rating have had both on their computers.   What I am saying is Microsoft Office is lucky to get even 4 stars.

I am a high end user.  I’ve published 4 books using either Microsoft Office or Wordperfect Office.

Wordperfect has done an outstanding job doing all typesetting tasks.  Microsoft Office hasn’t.  It’s confusing.  It’s clunky.  And it lacks so many features that Wordperfect has in spades.

The advanced formatting and typesetting features of Wordperfect Office makes Microsoft Word unacceptable to all advanced users.  Bottom line is this.  I can format and typeset a book three times as fast in Wordperfect as I can with Microsoft Office software.  And I can do this 10 times easier.  Enough said.

 

 

 

 

 

Soi Six bar girl speaks out about Falang

I want falang take care of me long time,  the Soi Six bar girl told me, but I want go to Thai Karioke bars and discos so my friends and I can listen to Thai music and look at Thai men.

Soi Six bar girl
This is not the girl in the story. But both women are in a Soi 6 bar. The girl on the left has just passed out from too much tequila.

Fortunately I am not this  Soi Six bar girl s sucker, and I don’t intend to be. I’m on the top of my game, and I’m just plain not interested in having a Thai girlfriend and you shouldn’t be either.

I’ve known  Soi Six bar girl for a long time.   I knows she’s speaking the truth.  And not just for herself but for nearly every Thai woman you are ever likely to be meeting.  Whethershe’s from a beer bar, go go, or from the Soi Six Bar I’m writing from this very minute. The girl’s sitting next to me downstairs. She’s on her smart phone drumming up new customers or telling guys she knows how much she loves them while I’m sitting here downing tequilas and beer with her and writing in my notebook. This bar’s a favorite hangout of mine.

Half an hour ago she was a great fuck. But she’s known me for a long time. She knows I’ve banged over fifty girls here on Soi Six and that’s not counting all the other places I keep pulling my wimmen from. Just two doors from this place is her favorite buddy who just happens to be the mamasan.

Last night the two went down to Walking Street together, but speaking of this mamasan, I’ve banged her too–about four times already but it’s been awhile.

She’s a great mamasan. She’s smart, she’s sexy, she speaks good English, and she never cons me.

As for the Soi Six bar girl  sitting with me in this here booth, this one’s never copped an attitude with me. She’s always friendly, but the best thing about her aside from her being cute and having a nice tight little body is she’s become like a comfortable shoe. I knows her and she knows me. This Soi Six bar girl has nothing to gain by lying to me now so I pop the big one on her.

“Would you ever like to have a falang boyfriend and quit being a Soi Six bar girl?”

(It’s a stupid question). I means who really wants to have one dick in her after another, which is exactly what these Soi Six girls have to put up with?

“It really hard to find good man,” she replies. “I try many times, but man always bad.”

Ain’t that the truth, I tell myself. To be honest, as outgoing and friendly as I am, I actually despise most men. They are full of themselves.  They are selfish.  And most of them never ever grew themselves a set of balls. Neil Hutchison was right when he wrote Fool in Paradise because that’s what most guys who come here are. Fools in Paradise, so when he wrote that book after writing Money Number One, what he meant was that nearly every man who comes to Pattaya is a complete idiot when it comes to Thai women. This Soi Six whore is right on the money.

Did I call her a whore? Well, I didn’t mean anything derogatory towards her when I wrote that.

She’s a damn site more useful to me than most wimmen are who don’t call themselves whores.

I’ve just paid her 800 baht.  She gives me terrific sex and now she’s content to just sit here with me. She hardly ever asks me for a drink, but I think if I kept plying her with alcohol she’d sit next to me all night. Except I’d be sure to be banging her again. She’s that good. And she’s going to tell me the truth now, just as that mamasan would if she were sitting with me instead. Yep, that mamasan certainly would, but now that I’m thinking of her I just can’t stop laughing.

A few months ago I came into the mamasan’s bar just to have a few drinks. That night I didn’t care if I boom boomed someone or not. I was out just to have fun, and when I first came in and saw mamasan dancing all around the place with that little white nurse’s hat on, I just knew that the entertainment was just a starting. There’s this guy standing near me, and right off I just knows he’s just fucked mamasan. But like I says, Mamasan’s dancing all around the place, obviously a little drunk, and then this man grabs her and starts dancing with her.

“Let’s get naked, get on the floor and fuck each other”, he tells her while he feels her up.

For a moment I thought she would have.  But I happen know she once told me she fucked between sixty and eighty guys a month in her bar. But then the man comes over to me while she escapes into the toilet.

“Hi. I”m Olaf. I’m Swedish.”

“And I’m Uncle Bufford. That’s one pretty lady you are with,” I tell him.

“She certainly is. I just fucked her and I will fuck her again in a little while.”

‘Well, I’d like to fuck her too,” I told the man, not having the heart to tell him that I had been with her a few times before and had oftentimes just come in to have several drinks with her.

“I fucked 11 girls yesterday right next door to this place. At the O Bar,” the man replied.

“How’d you do that? I’m lucky to be able to get it up just for one girl,” I countered.

“I just told the bartender and everyone in the place that I wanted to fuck as many as I could and then I just started having the girls come upstairs to my room one after the other.”

When mamasan finally came out of the toilet the Swede left me. She staggered up to him. Then he grabbed the Soi Six bar girl , kissed her on the lips, and pulled away.

Standing in the center of the bar, he unzipped his pants, pulled out his dick and asked her, “Do you member this?”

I’ll never forget the way she laughed at him and replied,

“How can I remember your dick when I’ve already had three thousand of them in me already?”

Now all you guys who are reading this about now will not learn this most fundamental lesson. That is this is what you are going to amount to most of these bar girls is that you are just one more dick out of hundreds, and quite possibly thousands, and if you don’t believe me just go read Money Number One.

I love that mamasan, and as for that Swede, a few minutes later he comes up to me again and then he goes to the toilet. But he doesn’t come out. A few minutes pass, and finally he opens the toilet door, takes a few steps out into the bar, and then he goes back inside again.

He’s puking his guts out, obviously not able to control his alcohol. Which brings me back to the girl I’m with tonight.

“So what will you do, if you find a Western boyfriend and you decide to stay together long time.  And what must he pay you to stop you from working bar?” I ask the Soi Six bar girl .

“Fifteen thousand baht. Twenty thousand,” she replies. But falang want to control me. That is big problem. I don’t mind if he goes out with his friends to bars at night but he should let me to. I want to go out with friends to discos and bars, listen to Thai music. Look at Thai men.”

Aha. I thought so. She wants to have her cake and eat it too. And what’s this with Thai men? I despise most of them. I know what nearly all of them are about. But I’m not getting into all of that, except to say

 Any woman who prefers Thai men is of no real interest to me. But I don’t care. This gals just plain good company, and besides, I love fucking her.

I could easily just stay here and drink with her for the next two or three hours but I need to go down to Walking Street so that I can write about my next experience there in my Uncle Bufford Walking Street Reviews.  Plus, there’s a very pretty go go girl that I’ve got my heart set on boom booming later on tonight.

But I till love a Soi Six bar girl best of all.

Thai girlfriends meet American strip clubs

Thai girlfriends meet American strip clubs?  What a trip. We started at PT’s near St. Louis and ended at Cheetah’s in Las Vegas.  Last month our Thai we brought myThai girlfriend to three American strip clubs,  the Grand Canyon, and Las Vegas’s gambling casinos.

Two friends of mine had just married Thai women. We had all traveled together in Thailand and celebrated each other’s birthdays in Pattaya’s bars for the last couple of years.  One of the two American men had even bought a condo on my street where his future wife stayed.  While the couple waited out her American visa. This being the first time we could all meet together on American soil, it was only fitting that we should celebrate our reunion in America’s strip clubs.

Being from Illinois and St. Louis where I had spent most of my life, the main center of my past strip club activities was in the St. Louis Metro East. This was in Illinois within a few miles of St. Louis on the Missouri side of the Mississippi.

It was the East side St. Louisans had been going to for years for night club entertainment and bars that stayed open all night. Whatever adult entertainment existed on the Missouri closed down at 1 a.m. along with all the other St. Louis bars while the clubs just across the river stayed open until 4 a.m. during the week and 6 a.m. on weekends.

For those who still couldn’t get enough drinking and partying in by 6 a.m. there were still other night clubs open until 8 a.m. where a lot of the strippers and employees of the topless clubs would hang out after their clubs closed.

In all my years writing for adult magazines and shooting pictures of adult entertainers I had never encountered anything  like the St. Louis Metro East night clubs.  But lately

a friend told me the clubs were now only a shadow of what they used to be.  And that most of the strippers had gotten butt ugly.

It was time to find out.  In the meantime I figured  the strip clubs would reflect what had happened to American women in recent years.

Fast food, addiction to the internet and an unwillingness to exercise had spawned a new breed of American with men now averaging thirty pounds heavier than the typical World War II soldier

and women taking on 35 % more pork than those American women I had gone to college with in the 60’s. Lardy lardy, once I brought my Thai girlfriend to the United States we’d discover that nine out of ten women were overweight.

So what do I really mean by overweight?  According to 2010 statistics I’ve skimmed off the Internet,

the average American woman is slightly less than five foot four.  But she weighs 76 kilograms.  That’s a jelly flopping 167 pounds while my over the hill 67 year old body weighs in at 165 pounds.

And I’m seven inches taller at five foot eleven.  Tom’s wife, Nok, my girfriend, and the third Thai woman who’d be meeting us later on in Las Vegas weigh only half as much as what the average American woman has  become.

Nok and Big Tom took a room just down the hall from us after driving 240 miles from their Missouri home to join us at the St. Louis Metro East motel we were now staying at. Although we both had cars, Tom and I decided not to risk getting DWI’ in the land of the American Gestapo.  So we split the cab fare and set off to what used to be two of the Metro East’s top strip clubs.

I used to get into these clubs free while writing for Xtreme Magazine.  Because I was a writer,  club management viewed me as someone who could get their organization a lot of positive publicity.

But times had changed. I had not been in either place for ten years since moving to Thailand. So we paid our cover charges which came out to fifteen dollars each, amounting to $30.00 for Tom and $30.00 for me since we had brought our Thai women along who were immediately asked to produce their ID’s. We were then escorted to a table from which we could watch each dancer take her turn on the stage. I felt right at home.

The overall atmosphere of the club was as friendly as it ever had been so I spent my first fifteen minutes talking to the club’s bartenders and doormen about the club’s managers and my favorite bartender, Larry, who had retired a few months before. Then I rejoined Tom and our two Thai women. By this time I had ordered a Bud Lite, which turned out to be on special for $6.50 while Tom wound up having to pay for a Budweiser Heavy for $8.50.

But the club was not the same as before. Nearly every stripper was fat,

and by fat I don’t mean just a little on the heavy side. In the entire club only two dancers resembled the strippers of ten years ago. One of the girls, the far prettier of the two came up to me and said, “I haven’t seen you in a long time” as she gave me a big hug.

“I have been living in Thailand for nine years now,” I replied and I haven’t been back here for ten years. Then I pointed at the two Thai women sitting with Tom. That’s, Duean, my girlfriend over there.  Nok, sitting next to her, just got married to Tom.”

“You always told me you liked Asian women,” the stripper replied.

Then she strode off as my mind started to race back in time to where I might have met her before. I would have invited her to our table for a drink, but I still hadn’t gotten my first beer as the service although friendly was slow.

“She says she knows me,” I told Tom. “She probably does. On the other hand, perhaps she’s just angling for us to buy her drinks.”

It was like watching a bunch of cows lumbering around. Good God, how much the club’s stable had changed through the years. But so had America.

As I suspected, the strip clubs would wind up reflecting how much the American female species had changed, and then the slender dancer who claimed to know me took her turn dancing on a stage directly in front of us.

But only after the D.J. announced her by her stage name, “China Girl”.

Suddenly I remembered her. She had been the prettiest girl at Club 64 in East St. Louis,

which had become my favorite drinking bar during my last two years living in the states. I had done a lot of photography of the girls working at Club 64. The club’s owners would have their makeup and hair done for a couple of hours before I’d shoot their pictures. I then enlarged the best pictures.   Those that  the club owner’s wife had picked.

A photography studio enlarged the best pictures to measure 45 by 30 inches.  The owner and his wife mounted them on the front of the club so that they faced the highway.  Motorists could be view them  a quarter of a mile away. The frames were even back lighted.  It had been a terrific idea.  And since Club 64 was on the main road leading to three other strip clubs those  pictures played a big part in getting men to stop at Club 64 before hitting the other clubs.

Club 64 was also charging just $3.00 a beer while the other clubs were charging $5.50.  When I mention the “owners of Club 64″, I mean the owner and his wife, Sherry. Both were brilliant.

It was Sherry and Frank who agreed to my bringing a white tiger club into Club 64 when probably no other club in the Metro East would have had the balls to allow it,

and with very good reason. Because if the Tiger club had bitten or clawed a customer, the club would have been sued. But Sherry and Frank were gamblers who played by their own rules. The husband wife team was hard working and neither stood for much nonsense. They also knew that forty pound white tiger cubs were really only pussy cats, and the white tiger I managed to get into the club got to be a very popular with the girls who took turns feeding it milk from a baby bottle.

Of course China Girl would have remembered me. I never forgot her either. She had claimed to be of mixed blood. I remember her telling me she was part Japanese. I don’t remember the other parts however. I’m thinking black however.

But whatever her genetic makeup she was the most beautiful girl at Club 64, and because of it she had always gotten a lot of attention from the club’s customers. Which left little time for me because by the time we’d be having a drink together a customer willing to pay her big money would come in and I’d be left drinking with other girls or simply chatting with the bartender.

I had nothing but great times in the United States in those days. Better times than any man in his fifties had a right to be.

My companions were more often women than male and the girls were usually in their twenties. They had fun loving personalities and back then their bodies were tight and trim. But times had changed. The average American woman although seven inches shorter than me, now outweighed me by several pounds.

We walked across the parking lot to the second club. The fifteen dollar cover charge we had paid was good in all the St. Louis Metro East Clubs belonging to the same organization so one could hit five clubs on a single cover charge. But of the five, this second club, was the organization’s show piece.

Ten years ago the best looking women in all the area’s strip clubs were working there and dinners in the club’s restaurant rivaled the best restaurants the St. Louis area had to offer.

But in those days I had preferred the sister club next door. For one thing one night a week the sister club had dollar beers, and back in those days strip clubs were the same as pubs and neighborhood bars to me.

In my last years living in the U.S. I never bothered to go to regular bars anymore. They bored me. And I sure knew where to go and when in the St. Louis Metro East Strip Clubs all of which were no more than fifteen minutes from my apartment. I could go to one club for its Monday night dollar beers and never have to pay a cover charge. On Wednesday nights one of its sister clubs had two dollar drink nights when I could get beer, whiskey or vodka for just two bucks, and then there was Club 64 where I could drink beers all night long for just $3.00 a bottle.

Why would I want to go anywhere else?

Back in those days I was writing two articles a month for adult magazines and there were a lot of strippers who wanted the publicity of being in a magazine.

Needless to say, American strippers paid a lot of attention to me.

Looking back on it I was even having more fun in the U.S. than I’m presently having in Thailand. The difference is here in Thailand you always have to pay for women, and most Thai women measure you by how much money you have and how much you are willing to give them.

But in the U.S. strippers judged me on  how good an article I could write about them in a magazine.  Or well I photographed them,  or how much fun I was to be with.  And since most men couldn’t get the pictures I could get or write like I could, I’d rank pretty high up on the yardstick even though I was getting up into my fifties when most men were already being viewed as old codgers.

But before I finished my first beer in this second club  reality sunk in  And it wasn’t because I was no longer in my fifties but well into my sixties. The whole country had turned into a land of porkies in the last ten years. And I had not really changed very much.

I felt like Gulliver must have felt (in Gullivers Travels). For those who have read this three hundred year old work by Jonathon Swift, in the first part of the book, Gulliver winds up being a giant in the land of the Lilliputians. Now I felt like Swift’s character would have felt upon finding himself in a land of giants while visiting Brobdingnag.

Nearly every stripper in this club was huge so there was no change from the first club.

The strippers were friendly enough, however, with several of them stopping at our table to chat with us. They would have anyway, because just as it would have been in Thailand, the girls would be wanting us to buy them drinks. But several of them lusted after the two Thai women.  And I knew all too well that a large percentage of American strippers were either bisexual or lesbians.

A week later, Tom and Nok would fly out to Las Vegas to be with us once again. My girlfriend and I had flown instead to Denver.  Where we had rented a car so I could show off some of the best scenery America had to offer. Another friend of ours also flew to Las Vegas to join us. Like Tom he had also married a Thai woman who was also a friend of both my girlfriend and Nok. We all decided to go to at least one Las Vegas strip club.

From his room at the Luxor, Tom  started to look up Las Vegas Strip Clubs. The first club we looked into was Hustler, but the beers there would be fifteen dollars each, and the reviews of the place were not all that good.

I wanted to go to Cheetah’s. For one thing Hollywood filmed  “Showgirls” there.   So Cheetah fascinated me long before I actually got to experience it first hand.

The first time I went into Cheetahs I had gone in with a small group who were attending the Exotic Dancer’s annual convention with me. We had spent perhaps an hour there.  The next year I went to Cheetah’s with one of the guys from the convention.  We spent the entire night there drinking and cavorting with two of the club’s strippers in the VIP room. Then we left the darkness of the club in broad daylight the next morning.   With the bright Nevada sun practically blinding us as we walked outside.

Cheetah’s would have a taxi pick us up at the Luxor but we’d have to pay the driver $30.00 and we’d still have to get another taxi to take us back to the Luxor. Which we willingly paid. The drive took much longer than I thought or that I ever remembered. Cheetah’s was most certainly not downtown or anywhere near downtown.  And  now that I think about it, none of the other Las Vegas clubs that I’d visited were either. Which I find rather typical of America’s mindset.

It’s okay to gamble away money that you can’t afford to lose, but it’s not okay to go to strip clubs to look at naked women.

Unfortunately the strippers at Cheetahs were as unattractive as  the dancers in the  two St. Louis Metro East Clubs. All the strippers were horrendously fat except for one. This single exception was of Afro American descent. She never came to our table so I only saw her from a distance but she had a nice slender sexy body, but from what I could detect her face was all angles giving her a rather harsh appearance. Several of the other girls would stop by our table to ask us where we had all come from and whether we were enjoying our evening or not.

The overall friendliness of Cheetah’s was just what I had remembered from the past. But the women had changed just as much as American women outside the clubs had changed. America had become a land of fat, lardy people. Especially the women.

We had to take another taxi back to the hotel but this one cost us fifty dollars.  We could have gone to Club Sapphires where there would have been a two drink minimum at fifteen dollars each.

 After deciding to cut our losses, we went back to the Luxor to have our last drinks there. Perhaps Sapphires, where I had once shot special performances of the Pure Talent Feature entertainers.

Perhaps I’d find a better stable of dancers to oogle, but why take the chance? We had already sampled three clubs, two in the Saint Louis Metro East and one at Las Vegas.

I had seen enough to decide that American women would never be the same again. My girlfriend and I drove to the Grand Canyon, to the  Mesa Verde Cliff Dwellings to the mountains of Southwestern Colorado.  Then we went back to Denver via Grand Junction through Glenwood Canyon, searching for a different kind of scenery.

World War II hero John Basilone, where are the John Basilones now?

Who knows who John Basilone was?   For those who don’t, World War II hero John Basilone  won the Medal of Honor in World War II fighting in the Pacific and the Navy Cross.

Then the War department sent him to the U.S. to sell our war effort against Japan.  So while his buddies were fighting and dying in the Pacific he was in the U.S. on easy street drinking coca cola, a war hero who had his pick of the best babes in the country. Then when his enlistment was up, he could have just said, “I have done my duty and more.  I’m going to return to civilian life, but with the invasion of Iwo Jima imminent he reenlisted in the Marine Corp to return to his buddies.  On Iwo Jima he was killed in action after leading the attack on the Japanese positions.

World War II hero John Basilone
World War II hero John Basilone in real life.

John Basilone has recently been dramatized in the t.v. series, “The Pacific” but where have they all gone now?   Most are dead.  Those who did not die in the Pacific battles have now succumbed to old age.  It is a vanishing breed.

Above is World War II hero John Basilone as he appeared in the t.v. dramatization, “The Pacific”.  Notice that John is carrying an M-1 carbine.  This is one of the rifles I reviewed in my book, Guns and Babes for an Adult World.

The U.S. is no longer the same country I grew up in when we all watched Gun Smoke and Have Gun Will Travel in the 1950s a scant few years after World War II hero John Basilone was killed.

James Arness starred in Gun Smoke. Bigger than life Mat was supremely courageous, and very quick with his Colt revolver. Arness was about six foot seven. His sidekick, Chester, played by Dennis Weaver, appeared slight by comparison. But Weaver, a brilliant actor, was actually six foot two.

Our heroes are now video game caricatures.   Our youth are fatsos living on pizza and coca cola without a John Basilone in sight.  America has become a wasteland without values and with very few real men left.  World War II hero John Basilone

Richard Boone played Paladin in “Have Gun Will Travel”. The character, Paladin, is suave. He’s ultra cool. He is well educated and well read. He’s also a ladies man. But All of these exemplary qualities belie what he does for a living. He’s a gunslinger, with his gun for hire. He kills people for a living. But Paladin is far from being a cold blooded man killer. Whenever a solution presents itself that avoids a killing, Paladin seizes it like a knight at King Arthur’s round table.  James Arness and Richard Boone played characters that were larger than life.  These were the kind of men the young men in my generation aspired to be.  

But oh well, I live in Thailand now, and it’s no better here where most men are real pansies.  And where the office personnel in over 90 percent of the condos embezzle money from the owners.  So where are the John Basilones today?  World War II hero John Basilone and men like him  only exist in the hearts and minds of a few.  A vanishing breed.

 

 

 

 

Songkran assault and battery viewed as good clean fun

This criminal act of Songkran assault and battery was inflicted by a Russian upon my friend at 2:00 a.m. last night while my friend was coming home on his motorbike from Walking Street. Tom was driving  his motorbike past the Lisa Beer Bar on 2nd Road 1/4th of a mile South of the Dolphin Circle when the Russian dirt bag threw water in his face and body. My friend lost control of his motorbike, resulting in personal injury and damages to the motorbike when the bike went down.

Songkran assault
This Songkran assault on 3 passengers on a motor bike would result in some harsh criminal penalties in most Western countries if an injury were the result. But it’s condoned here in Thailand

The Russian hooligan who committed this Criminal act of Songkran assault and battery didn’t even apologize for his crime.  And denied  he was the culprit who had caused the accident. As the accident occurred near the Lisa Bar there were a lot of witnesses around. But no one wanted to help.  And the bar girls all denied seeing any wrong doing.  Commenting:

“So what. It’s Songkran.”

This was a criminal act that is officially sanctioned by the police and the powers that be. Even worse, Songkran is not even supposed to start in Pattaya until April 13th. It is also illegal for people to throw or squirt water on people after 6 p.m.

To experience a little Songkran assault video and how I avoided it check out my you tube video

My friends accident reminds me of a Songkran I participated in several years ago.

But only on the very last day. My attitude back then was, “well okay. I’ll avoid the first few days of it and then I’ll just wear my swim trunks on the final day and enjoy the festivities.”

Around 8 p.m.  our small group left the bar we had been hanging out  while drinking beer and getting soaking wet.   This was on the final day of Songkran.  So, Songkran was officially over since 6 p.m.  But as we walked towards a restaurant on 2nd Road, I encountered two  Indian men brandishing large squirt guns. Clearly Songkran was not over for them. So I looked one of them sternly in the eye and told him, “Don’t even try it. Songkran is over.”

But we all know how it is. Some people are just unteachable. One of the Indians squirted me.  So I lit out after him. Then out of the bar several of the intellectually challenged female inmates converged on me  squirting me with their squirt guns. The bar girls were very angry with me for having the audacity for stopping all the fun. But as I keep saying, some people are simply unteachable. I vowed right then and there to travel outside of Pattaya the following year.

I have read that this Songkran holiday has already claimed 103 deaths in the first 2 days.   But I think the death toll is higher than this.  The water throwing might have claimed my friend.   And the people in the nearby bar would have never admitted to seeing anything. What had been a Mai Pen Rai justified Songkran assault and battery would have then been  manslaughter under the American judicial system. But here it’s just good clean Songkran fun.

You might also enjoy reading 183 deaths in first 3 days of Songkran Water Inanity

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You might also want to read this Wikipedia explanation and History of the Thailand Songkran water festivity

Bar girl bible Money Number One and Fool in Paradise banned from Thailand’s bookstores

The powers that be have banned not only Money Number One, Thailand’s  bar girl bible, but all of Neil Hutchisons books including  a Fool in Paradise.   Which is a shame because if Money Number One is the Old Testament Fool in Paradise is the New Testament for understanding Thailand bar girls.

You are the Fool in Paradise if you don’t buy Money Number One or Fool in Paradise.  And heed its advice

bar girl bible
Money Number one is the definitive bar girl bible that all men need to buy before they even think of encountering their first Thai bar girl.

Because almost every bar girl you encounter will target you as her next naive victim if you don’t.   But even if you read either of these Neil Hutchison masterpieces predator bar girls will probably still get the upper hand.   Because nothing you have ever learned in your home countries about women  has prepared you for the Thai bar girl.

A Fool in Paradise

So you will probably remain the Fool in Paradise who keeps forgetting that in Thailand Money is Number One.  The second thing you will probably never grasp is that you are not the exception to this Old Testament way of thinking.  Which is Money Number One applies to everyone.  Even you.

Even Neil Hutchison, the guru himself who compiled all this wisdom about bar girls, failed to grasp the messages he preached in his own books.  So in the end a shrewd and heartless Pattaya bar girl got the better of him.

But I need to tell the real story of how Thailand’s bookstores banned the bar girl bible

Today I went to the Central Pattaya Mall to get a copy for a very good friend of mine.  I had just visited him in Japan.  And I thought he’d get a big kick out of the book.   To my dismay I could find no copies of either “Money Number One” or any of Neil’s other books at Asia books. So I asked the bookstore attendant if she had “Money Number One”, and when she told me the bookstore had discontinued all of Neil’s books, I asked her why. She replied: “Because Thais have been complaining about the books because it shows Thais in a bad light.”

I then went to a second bookstore in the mall. Once again I asked where I could find, “Money Number One”? The woman in charge told me, “We don’t have it”.   And when I asked her why, she told me, “We have problems with the publisher (Neil Hutchison).

I then asked her, “Is the reason the same that Asia Books gave me? Which is that certain Thais have complained?”

She said yes.

This required further investigation so I emailed Neil Hutchison for the answer.

A few hours later a close associate of emailed me back.

He wrote:   “Certain do-gooders  complained about the cartoon front cover image for “A Fool in Paradise”.  Because it depicted Thai bar girls in a sexy, provocative light and that this detracted from Thailand’s image. So the authorities the bar girl bible and Fool In Paradise from Thailand’s bookstores.

Well that’s complete rubbish. Truth is when we are talking about the bar scene and most women associated with it, this is the way it is. And money is number one.  Neil exposes a major element of Thai society for what it really is and many Thais simply do not like the truth to be told.

Thankfully one can still occasionally buy one of Neil’s books in the shadows of Thailand’s mainline book stores where the more obscure shops can still be found or get a copy online from Neil’s web site Money Number One. I strongly urge anyone who comes to Thailand to get a copy, and to heed Neil’s advice. And if you are male and contemplate any form of relationship with a Thai woman consider it the Bible.  Just remember that there are no exceptions to Neil’s discouraging words of advice.    This includes you.

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Curing obesity requires rejecting AMA calling obesity a disease

Curing obesity requires Americans  become proactive and reject the American Medical Association’s contention that obesity is a disease.

Put bluntly, the AMA is endorsing fatness as a way of life and what Americans should settle for.

I strongly suggest that in most cases  laziness, stupidity, obesity and lack of self respect causes obesity.  I also believe that the AMA is no  better than a tribal association of witch doctors.   So you might as well call me  Dr. Corbett and listen up.  If you care about curing obesity.

Let me guide you out of your fatness.  Stop believing all  this bacterial and virus nonsense the American Medical Association keeps spouting as the reason for your looking like a buffalo.  Come exercise with me, watch what you eat, and see who’s really right on this one.  The AMA or Dr. Corbett.

These are the elliptical machines and stair climbers I use at the Centara Grand Mirage Resort’s Fitness Center. I bring my own music on a usb and plug it into the machine. The music really pumps me up. On the elliptical machine I’m sweating like a mongoose in the first 10 minutes. But I’ve still got another 50 to 60 minutes to go.

Get on the elliptical machine for six days a week for an hour.  Or if you are slow, two hours a day until you exercise off 750 calories. Do it for a few months.  Watch what you eat and drink.  And keep score of  how many unnecessary calories you eat and drink.  Then come back and tell me whether or not I’m  right about curing obesity.

Think I’m off base? Consider that on February 21st, 2014 Sunday

the New York Times stated: “In June 2013, millions of Americans contracted a disease.  They developed it not because of some pathogen or illness, but thanks to the American Medical Association’s decision to label obesity a “multi-metabolic and hormonal disease state.”

Which means the AMA was telling fat Americans: “Accept your being an overgrown hippopotamus because there is nothing you can do about it.” There’s a lot to the article, which is well worth reading. Where the editorial falls short is it doesn’t provide any answers.  It  only poses the dilemma that it is difficult to make a choice between making people feel good about their obesity and inspiring them to actually do something about it.

Americans today weigh 25 pounds more than they did in the 1960’s The reason is Pizzas and McDonalds, a sedentary lifestyle and unwillingness to exercise did it.  And certainly not an incurable disease called obesity.

I am currently visiting Japan and I can guarantee you that neither the bacterial form of obesity or virus carried mutation has made any serious inroads here. For the most part I’m not seeing many fat people here in Japan.    So it’s important to look at what the Japanese are doing about  curing obesity.

A few days ago I asked my Japanese friend, Takoi, why Japanese women weren’t fat like American women. He replied: “Because Japanese women see thinness as the best way to be.”

That was in Tokyo, but now that I’m in Kyoto and have been here a few days longer, I must say that obviously the Japanese must be doing a lot of things right when it comes to being slender as opposed to the American approach advocated by the American Medical Association of “Don’t rock the boat. Feel good that you look like Jabba the Hut.”

The situation has gotten so bad that a good friend of mine who lives near me in Thailand told me, “I never want to bang another white woman ever again.” My friend is 71.

The truth is that most people can do something about their elephantine figures.

Here’s the Dr. Corbett secret.  Americans must use their brains and have the will power to do what must be done.  This is the only alternative to being ugly and fat for the rest of their lives.

Viewing themselves as victims of an incurable disease called Obesity as recommended by the AMA only serves to create an acceptance that being grotesquely fat and ugly is unavoidable.

Once again, I’m not the AMA, and I’m not about to tell you to feel good about yourself. So let’s just face the facts. Americans are not the same race of people they once were. Just keep in mind that

the average American soldier during World War II weighed just 152 pounds and that today the average American male weighs 194.7 pounds according to Wikipedia.

Whereas American females weigh 74.7 kilograms or 164.7 pounds. Good God, I’m 66 years old.  I am five foot eleven, and I still weigh only 75 kilograms,.  This is the same that I weighed in college.

So there is no excuse for  the rest of you.  I’m ashamed for my fellow Americans. The United States has become a hog farm for humans.  And I’m not afraid to say what the American Medical Association is either too gutless or too much into the profit motive to admit that Curing obesity requires Americans to actually do something about it.

Did I say profit motive?  Damn right I did. It’s either that or that  the AMA is dim witted. It all boils down to this. Fat people have a lot more health problems than thin people do. To begin with the typical American male’s heart was designed to support a body weight of 152 pounds.  This is the typical body weight of a World War II soldier. The heart was not designed to pump blood for a 195 pound body.  The human heart cannot keep supporting all those extra arteries,veins and tissue for nearly one third more body mass.

So to begin with Americans can expect a lot more circulatory problems and that means more profits for the doctors.

On the other hand, perhaps doctors are not really that greedy.  So then it’s gross stupidity that causes the AMA to lull Americans into acceptance of their corpulent bodies. And if it’s not stupidity, then it’s simply that the AMA is too gutless to tell the truth.

The truth is if you are American, chances are you are grossly overweight.  So you now have two choices. Either accept the fact that you are destined to being a fatso for the rest of your life.  Or  decide that you are going to conquer what the AMA chooses to cause a practically incurable disease called Obesity.   No matter what it takes.

The key to curing obesity is Americans must quantify how many calories they are putting into their bodies each day.  And then make sure that they burn off more calories than they consume.

For example, one bottle of lite beer contains around 110 calories. To burn that off I need to run one mile.  Or do eight minutes on the elliptical machine until the machine’s digital readout gets to 110 calories.

Centara Grand Mirage Hotel is where I have my fitness club membership. It costs a lot. But it’s got the best equipment and facility I know of. And if I am not exercising here, I am swimming for an hour a day or running 14 kilometers from Nakua Soi 16 to Walking Street and back.

I exercise very hard for one hour a day six days a week. In that hour if I’m on the elliptical machine I will burn off 750 calories which is good enough for 7  bottles of lite beer.  But if I’m drinking a non lite beer, that’ll come out to 160 calories so in that same hour I will burn off approximately 5 beers. Since I am undergoing so much pain during that hour, I favor drinking the lite beer over the higher calorie regular beer.  This means I am getting a lot more out of my one hour’s exercise.

Curing obesity at the Centara Fitness Center
It will set you back around $1000 a year and up for a fitness membership here. But figure it this way. My neighbors who play golf need a car to take them and their golf clubs way across Pattaya to the golf courses. And the fees they pay must run into the thousands. Many of my neighbors drink in the afternoons and they are going to pay a lot more for their drinks than I’ll ever pay here.  Many of them are obese, but I suppose Curing obesity is not relevant to them.

So what about one large piece of cheesecake? I’m not sure on that one, but I’ve read that an average size serving is 257 calories. This means 2.6 miles of running, fast walking, or over 20 minutes on the elliptical machine just for that single slice.

So what about those 14 beers I had last night? Yeah, I know, I know. I’m quite the derelict. 14 beers if they are lite beers comes out to around 1400 calories.

So if I am burning off 750 calories during one hour’s exercise session, it’s going to take two days in a row to burn all that beer off, which comes out to 1500 calories.  But only if these are lite beers. However I do not drink in the afternoons so a martini lunch is not in the cards.

I’ll usually have one big night out a week. But suppose I have two big nights out when I get sloshed to the gills? This comes out to 3000 calories. So I must keep in mind that 3600 calories equals one pound. If I keep that pace up for a month I’ll be gaining 3000 times 4 or 12,000 calories in that month. That means I am apt to gain about 3.5 pounds a month on account of the beer alone. However, I am hitting the exercise hard six days a week so that must be put into the equation. Six times 750 calories is 4500 calories that I’ve burned off. So that has to be balanced off against the 2800 calorie gain from  two nights beer drinking.

What all this boils down to are two words, Quantify and brain. That is one must use one’s brain to constantly quantify how many calories are being consumed versus how many calories one is burning off.  This is what it takes for curing obesity or at least to keep from becoming fat.

So what does it really take for Curing obesity?

A lot more than you think, and certainly a lot more than the doctors are telling you.  Who are recommending three days a week of exercise.  Which is complete  bull. When I work out on the elliptical machine I maintain a pace that most 30 year-olds are unwilling or unable to attain.

Perhaps I’m lucky and have been blessed with much better than average genes. But if that’s the case, there’s still hope for you.  Even if you think you have been victimized unfairly into suffering a lifetime of being fat and unsightly.

A big man often exercises next to me at the health club. Once I’ve done one hour’s torment and pain he’s just starting to hit his stride. The man will exercise for another hour. He’s British and I suppose he weighs over 300 pounds. He travels incessantly all over Southeast Asia, but when he does, he chooses hotels that have exercise rooms.  I’ve heard he’s lost at least 20 kilograms or over 50 pounds. And he’s still losing weight. But he’s got a long way to go still. His business keeps him working over 60 hours a week, yet he still manages to do two hour exercise programs.

This man knows what it takes for curing obesity. He’s an inspiration to me because I can tell you this….he’s undergoing a lot more physical pain and challenge than I’m having to overcome at just 75 kilograms. Compared to him I’m just another wimp.

You might also want to read “Centara Grand Mirage Resort (When it comes to exercising, I want the best facilities I can get.  The way I figure it, is if a lot of my friends spend thousands of dollars a year playing golf, I can justify a health club membership here.)

Do not behave like a foolish tourist by overpaying Pattaya girls

 

Walking Street is renowned  for tourists who are guilty of overpaying Pattaya  girls.  Most of my expatriate friends view such tourists as total idiots when it comes to the women here. The reason so many expats despise sex tourists is the majority of them act as if they know it all.  Then fail to seek advice from the guys who live here.  And even if given well meaning advice, ignore it.

My favorite girl from Super Girls.  Unfortunately today finding girls like her on Walking Street is like finding a needle in a haystack.

But the worse thing about  foolish tourists is most of them are guilty of overpaying Pattaya girls for sex.    This is very bad for everyone including the women who work in the bars and night clubs in this city.   And ultimately for the fools who caused the problem who will no longer be able to afford the girls.  As for the girls, if most men can no longer pay for them, the majority of them will soon find themselves out of work.

Take the example last week of an American who accompanied an expat friend of mine to  Walking Street. I really don’t know this man at all although I just met him.

Perhaps he’s used to paying California prices for prostitutes of hundreds of dollars for just twenty minutes of sex. Perhaps he doesn’t pay California sex workers at all thinking that he cannot afford their services.

I really don’t know, but this I do know. He went into a go go bar with his expat friend and found a girl he wanted to have sex with.

Straight off, either the girl or the go go bar establishment told him it would cost him 2,000 baht for short time ($60.00). And then since he already had a girlfriend or wife staying with him at his hotel, he needed a place to take the go go dancer. The nearby short time room cost him another 300 baht. Then he had to pay the go go bar a bar fine of 700 baht for so that the go go girl could leave the bar with him. So he paid a total of 3000 baht or $100 American dollar for thirty minutes of short time. But he was not quite finished yet. Feeling sorry for the girl for having to work in such miserable circumstances, he gave her a 1000 baht tip.  Which raised his cost to $133.00.

His expat friend, another American, who just happens to live full time down the street from me probably warned him to go elsewhere to look for a girl.

But this guy’s a tourist, and as I’ve mentioned before, tourists know so much more than we expats.

Gene and I could have taken him to an entirely different area of Pattaya where he would have wound up paying between 500 and 800 baht to short time a girl and just 300 baht for a room with no bar fine whatsoever. His cost for short timing a girl would have been just $33.00. Chances are the girl would have been just as good looking, and I can virtually guarantee that she would have been much better in bed than the spoiled go go girl he had gone with instead.

Did I mention spoiled go-go girls? Yes, I most certainly did because most of you tourists are spoiling them to the point that most of us who live here and know better want absolutely nothing to do with them.

Typical tourist overpaying Pattaya girls
Don’t be a bonehead by overpaying Pattaya girls

What the American who had just spoiled the go go girl didn’t realize is that once he had bar-fined her and turned her loose after having sex with her, she was now free to find her second customer. She might have returned to the go go bar looking for her second bar fine of the night.  Or now free to go wherever she pleased she might have gone to Lucifer’s,  Tony’s or Insomnia as a free lancer to go with any man willing to pay her asking price.   A price that did not include a bar fine.

I give you 80 percent odds she has a Thai boyfriend waiting for her at home.

But whether she does or not you will notice that most go go girls have no interest in spending the entire night with a customer.  Versus your typical beer bar girl whose goal is the opposite.  Which is to spend the entire night so that she can impress her customer to spend additional nights with her.

With most go go dancers the name of the game is constant turnover. Instead of impressing a man so that he might pay her for a week.  A month.  Or even years of companionship.

Do you think I’m joking? I live here, so I know. I used to frequent a beer bar near my condo that had the best looking group of bar girls around. Time and time again after midnight or so, if the night was going slowly and the girls were not getting bar fined, I’d watch a group of them leave the bar and stand together waiting for a baht taxi to take them down to Walking Street to go to Insomnia for customers.

Ten years ago  overpaying Pattaya girls was not very common

When I first moved here to Pattaya 500 baht used to be the  accepted price for short time. With go go dancers, the price for short time would have been 500-1000 baht.  While an all night long time cost up to 1500 baht. Go to the same go go bars today and the girls are quoting  2000 to 3000 baht short time.   And sometimes even more.  Especially if their go go bar attracts mostly Japanese and Korean men for their customers. Japanese men in particular are widely known on Walking Street to pay stratospheric prices for sex.

Now I just don’t understand most of these Japanese guys I see down on Walking Street overpaying Pattaya girls.  Sometimes they throw baht right at the girls dancing on the stage.  And they often purchase ping pong balls  which they throw at the girls on the stage.  The girls  scramble all over stage.  Groveling on their hands and knees to gather up as many ping pong balls as they can which they redeem at the bar for cash. To me, there’s nothing more stupid than throwing money away at go go girls.

And yet, so many Japanese customers enjoy overpaying Pattaya girls

Perhaps it’s a modern Asian version of the old Indian Potlatch ceremony that’s at play here. The Potlatch used to be a form of celebration practiced by Pacific Northwest Indians to demonstrate their wealth and status by giving away gifts to their peers who would then try to outdo their rivals by giving away even greater amounts of wealth.

So when it comes to throwing away lots of money at the girls, ping pong balls or paying more for sex than the rest of us are used to paying, many Japanese just might be demonstrating, “I have more money than you, more power, or more status. In effect they are trying to tell the world, “I am a real man because I can afford to throw my money away.”

Or perhaps these Japanese sex tourists are getting a certain malicious pleasure out of seeing all these women humiliating themselves by groveling around on the floor for a few baht.

To be honest, I really don’t know, but I am going to Japan one week from now where I will be seeing a very old Japanese friend of mine. I will be asking him, What is it with so many of these Japanese guys wanting to throw their money away at women?” One thing for sure though is that many of these Japanese are spoiling things for a lot of men by driving the price for sex upwards to levels most men either won’t want to pay or who cannot afford it.

Now I really don’t have it in for the Japanese. They build great cars, They produce wonderful cameras. They are clean and orderly.

And I am going all the way to Japan just to see a very good friend of mine, who happens to be Japanese, who I’ve not seen in years. I can go on and on about their wonderful attributes. But I absolutely fail to understand their ridiculous and stupid behavior when it comes to the go go bars here in Pattaya. We Westerners revel in getting value for our money. Even when it comes to women. And throwing ping pong balls at the girls simply doesn’t equate to anything approaching value. But in the end as stupid as so many of these Japanese men seem to be, I find most American and European tourists to be just as stupid by failing to seek the advice of those who know better or upon getting such advice, completely ignoring it.

One more bit of advice, however. If you think Walking Street go go girls are top drawer you will wind up overpaying Pattaya girls for sex

I remember a slender girl who used to dance at Heaven Above Go Go.  A good friend of mine had the hots for her so he bar-fined her. But he went out with us to a couple more go go bars.  After he returned to Heaven Above, he found out that another man had bar-fined her.  The club gave him the option of picking another girl.  But he wisely declined the offer and was given his bar fine back.   So this night he was able to avoid overpaying Pattaya girls and get a second shot at her later.

A couple of months later we found her working at a Soi Six Bar.  There’s no bar fine.  One only has to pay for  a room upstairs for 300 baht.

But here on Soi Six he would have had to pay her just 500 baht for short time versus the 2000 baht she was getting as a Walking Street go go girl

Another Soi Six girl worked for a couple of weeks at Baccarat Agogo on Walking Street, a club that has a very heavy Asian customer base. At Baccarat the Soi Six girl’s bar fine was 1000 baht.  And she would probably be asking another 2000 baht for short time. Not able to make nearly as much money at Baccarat as she had been making on Soi Six she soon returned to Soi Six where a man can have sex with her for 1000 baht.  700 baht for her and 300 for the room upstairs.

Go to Soi Six and avoid overpaying Pattaya girls

These are the same girls. They have the same brains, the same bodies, and the same hearts.  But when they work at Walking Street go go bars you spend a hundred American dollars for them.  But when they work on Soi Six you pay just one third the price. That’s why so many of my expat friends are so contemptuous of the Walking Street go go bars.  And men who are overpaying Pattaya girls.

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Because of their misrepresentation of their rooms I will never use Agoda again

Agoda misrepresents its rooms far too often in my experience, and my recent booking of the former Best Western Hotel in Kyoto Japan is the final straw.  This is what happened.  And why I will never use Agoda again.

never use Agoda
This is the top half of the trial booking page.  Agoda intentionally tries to mislead its customers in the hopes of extracting more money out of them.  Which is why I never use Agoda anymore.
I will never use Agoda again
2nd half of the booking page.  It’s as clear as mud.  That’s only one reason I’ll never  use Agoda again.

I booked a standard double room for this Kyoto Hotel for six days starting on February 18, 2014 fully believing I’d be paying $593.08 for two persons.  This is for my Thai girlfriend and myself.  And that we’d have a double bed. But I have a good friend in Japan who we will be seeing.  When I forwarded my agoda.com booking confirmation to him, he emailed me back.  And asked me politely, “Are you sure of this reservation?” He had highlighted “Number of adults–1.” Then he remarked, 1 person? Shouldn’t it be for 2 persons?”

So I looked at my confirmation from agoda to double check and it turned out he was right. The wheels started turning. “I am going to have one nasty surprise when I finally get to this hotel with my girlfriend only to find out that she cannot stay in the room with me. The wheels continued to turn….”Certainly the hotel will allow her to occupy that double bed with me.  The only question is how much additional money will I pay?

My investigation now turned to checking out the hotel’s web site which was now under the new name Hotel Vista Premio Kyoto

Notice that one pays 17,000 yen if only one person occupies the standard double room but if two people occupy the same room it costs 20,000 yen. No breakfast is included nor any other extra amenities that I can determine.  So the hotel is charging 3000 more yen for the exact same product or service with no additional costs. By now I’m totally pissed off.  I’m about to never use Agoda again.

So I tried calling customer service at agoda.com. My plan was to accuse agoda of misrepresenting this room.  Then hiding the fact that I will get a nasty surprise once I get to Kyoto.  And have to cough up additional money so that my girlfriend can stay with me. It’s a United Kingdom phone number, and I call it on Skype only to be informed by an answering machine that the systems are undergoing repair. I resort to sending a complaint online to Agoda customer service.

I then place another long distance call direct to the hotel in Kyoto but by this time I’ve made a second booking through booking.com planning to cancel the agoda booking later on. The desk clerk in Kyoto tells me her hotel has me down for both reservations. So I ask her, “what happens when I turn up at reception with my Thai girlfriend and you have me down for a maximum occupancy for one person (I already know the answer)?

“Well, we will have to charge you 2,000 extra yen per day for your girlfriend”, she tells me. Although I can do the math on my own I ask her what the entire six nights will run me in American dollars. She tells me $118.00. I then ask her who gets this windfall at my expense, the hotel or agoda.com? She tells me the hotel gets the extra money.

A few hours later I get an email from customer service at agoda.com verifying that they’ve called the hotel in Kyoto and that the hotel will charge me an additional $118 upon my arrival with my girlfriend.

Okay…I’ve made the second booking with booking.com because I feel the cheaper rooms that are left are going to go pretty fast and because I don’t want to give agoda.com one more dollar because I felt that the agoda.com web site had indicated to me while I was making my reservation that I was getting a room for two people, not one. In other words, by this time I was nearly certain that Agoda.com was playing tricky dicky with me.

But I had to be fair. Perhaps I had made a mistake while making my booking with agoda. So I went through a dummy booking to see what really happens while reserving a double room for two people. First off, I could not click a check box for two persons  And from all indications I could see that the maximum occupancy for this double room was for 2 persons, not one.  Perhaps I was still missing something here.

So I asked two good friends  to see what would happen if they underwent this same reservation process. One of them reported back to me that until he got to the point of putting in his credit card and other personal information that he was reserving a standard double room for two people.  Not one. There wasn’t a single hint that he was reserving a room just for himself.  Bottom line is Agoda is playing tricky dicky.  Which is typical of Agoda.  Because in my opinion Agoda tries on purpose to mislead its users.  So I plan to never use Agoda again.

Well that did it. I had been completely fair and tried and found Agoda.com guilty of deceptive and dishonest business practices, and that’s exactly what my friend reported back to me. So to cover my butt before posting my findings in this blog I did two screen captures while once more going through a dummy booking on my own.

Note that this booking is clearly for a maximum occupancy for two persons indicated by the little symbol in the second image for two figures, not one. Needless to say I didn’t go through the final stages of this dummy booking which would have meant charging my credit card.

So today I checked my credit card’s activity online, and yes…agoda.com has already charged me the full $593.08. I’m sure Visa will credit my card next month.  But I still wanted to be absolutely sure.   So I once again called the hotel in Kyoto after canceling my reservation on the agoda web site. According to the hotel the agoda.com reservation had already been canceled.

As for my booking.com reservation…I made it clear to reception that I”m keeping it. It is at a higher price than the original price quoted to me at agoda. But when one goes to the booking.com web site the default and pricing defaults for an occupancy for two persons. My confirmation email from booking.com verified this is for an occupancy for two guests. What I can gather is that booking.com already knows there is an additional charge for the second guest and that it has already absorbed this additional charge it is quoting for this room. However it most certainly appears that it is significantly higher priced than Agoda.

My friend tells me that he will never use agoda after helping me check this situation out.

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