If you enjoyed the read, please feel free to share it Another load of mirrors in the making…...
Read MoreIf you enjoyed the read, please feel free to share it At CARITAS, the Catholic Mission. The guy in yellow is their wheelchair mechanic. Look at all the stuff behind...
Read MoreIf you enjoyed the read, please feel free to share it In my efforts to promote what I’m up to I stumble up against militaristic metaphor and simile all the time. Nevermind me; we all do. ‘A weapon in your arsenal’, “an arrow in my quiver”, “cannon fodder” (me), the ol’ “Silver Bullet”; the nefarious ‘War against Blah,Blah,Blah’. It’s an easy trap to fall into and it don’t mean much. But you’re talking to a guy who won’t (and has never) worn ‘camo’ for the same and, prolly, puerile reasons. I killed a squirrel with a pellet gun at the cottage when I was 8 and that was enough for me. I’ve never gotten over it. I might not be firing on all 6 chambers, but I am on all 8 cylinders. And at good times, there’s some nitrous in there besides. So I’m feelin’ good and I’m ready to go, but I ain’t “locked and loaded”; I’d like to say I’m braided and plaited, but that gets me into white dreadlock territory; it’s not a good look. No one ever said it’d be simple. One way or the other the trigger is always cocked and there’s one in the chamber. The gleeful rampant killing thing makes me jumpy as a frog. I mean, it’s well documented; people develop a taste for it. Can’t get enough. It happened here. Take Tuole Slang, the super- notorious “S-21”. It was a primary school until the Khmer Rouge turned it into 4 buildings worth of torture and killing chambers. All the ghoulish medieval stuff. Tourists take tuk-tuks first to S-21 where somewhere between 14 and 20 thousand innocent peeps were ruthlessly exterminated, and then out to the so-called “Killing Fields” where hundreds of thousands more met grisly horrific deaths. Usually bludgeoned in order to save bullets. I did S-21 on my bike and then called off the rest and will now just claim I went to the Killing Fields. Anyhow I got the t-shirt, the hat, and the ticket stub. Too much of a bad, bad thing. This in the 1970’s while most of the world ignored it and, just for good measure, the Americans bombed them into the Stone Age and...
Read MoreIf you enjoyed the read, please feel free to share it Cambodian School of Prosthetics and Orthotics at Cambodia...
Read MoreIf you enjoyed the read, please feel free to share it This is The Angkor Association for the Disabled. Across from the Killing Fields in Phnom...
Read MoreIf you enjoyed the read, please feel free to share it They house and feed amputees, and try to teach them skills to earn their own living and not resort to...
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