Plastic faces, elastic morals. From Ben Bartee at armageddonprose.com:
“You can’t trust these painted-faced whores,” my colleague and hardened expat in Thailand, Bryan, once crassly admonished me in the context of a particular breed of fast, notoriously seductive and wily Thai women who hunt Western men (by no means representative of all Thai women, who are otherwise lovely), as relayed in my memoir, Broken English Teacher: Notes From Exile — the kind whose faces have been so altered by powders and surgeries and injections that perhaps their own mothers wouldn’t recognize them in uniform.
Bryan turned out to be right on that front, as he was on many others, a lesson I learned the hard way, as have many naïve and starry-eyed farang expats who came before me.
In the same vein, on the domestic front, we turn to South Dakota governess and Trump vice presidential candidate hopeful Kristi Noem, whom you may have caught in the media lately due to a passage in her (ghostwritten) book, No Going Back: The Truth on What’s Wrong with Politics and How We Move America Forward, in which she gleefully described shooting her puppy named Cricket in a gravel pit because she “hated it” before grabbing the family goat, which she said was guilty of smelling bad, and leading it to slaughter WWII-POW-style by the same weapon in the same gravel pit for good measure.
