gravitate towards. Once I'm back on my feet I'll get out there and do more videos geared towards travel, but until then, sorry, it is what it is. My wife has a way of summarizing my injuries, "You lived how you want and did what you wanted for many years. When you were young, if you got hurt you didn't care. But now look at you! You're a mess. You're always crying about being in pain and for what?"
Now I don't completely agree with what she says but her logic is a woman's logic, mine is not. Her logic, at least in this case, is logical. My logic is "F**k it, I'm going for it." There is no grey, only black or white.
Anyway, back on topic. When this woman contacted me, I figured, okay well, as much as I would like to accommodate those who watch my videos, these are definitely not the sorts of subjects I want to get involved with. Expat women's issues? Sounds like politics to me and I would never be a great politician because eventually someone would piss me off and instead of responding diplomatically, I'd tell them to f**k off. Vegetarianism? I'm not a vegetarian. I like meat. I feel numb seeing an animal slaughtered. Nothing. My mindset is more like, better them than me. I don't think, Awwwww, poor thing, EVER. You're gonna shoot Bambi? All right! Venison for dinner. I have seen slaughterhouses, hunted animals squealing before dying, and ducks looking at me with sad eyes. Nada. Numb as a mouth pumped full of Novocaine.
Why do I think this way? Well, it's simple. For me, living life is not about things. It's not about money. For me, life is about living and experiencing people and places on my terms. In order to do this you need to survive. More than one person has told me the one thing they admire about me is that I'm a survivor. And I am. What's better, eating a cow or a pig or dying of starvation? I love nature, love wildlife, and love a thick burger or steak once in a while.
People talk about the movie Survivor and most are grossed out by the thought of eating another human being. I saw the movie in the theater and my first thought was, think of eating Spam, the crappy stuff that Filipinos in their infinite wisdom view as a delicacy. Cover up the body, carve out a piece of Spam, and eat to live. Stop whining, stop thinking of the person as your buddy, and gnaw on a piece of Spam. Those of you who don't want any, it makes no difference to me cuz I ain't gonna die, you are! The point = I might become a Pescatarian once in a while but I am not going to become a vegetarian EVER. In this case I can say NEVER.
I could do a video on safety in Thailand. Sure, maybe if I felt like it. Thing is, I did a video about me falling from the fourth floor trying to escape a fire. Guess what? There were no fire extinguishers working and the fire escapes were welded shut. Do you really think Thailand is safe? Google the Pattaya fire in which numerous people died. Why did they die? Because the exits were locked to prevent guests from leaving without paying their bill. Instead of locking the door, maybe the owners of the place should have hired a couple of guards to watch the exits. Not gonna do that now, are we? Hell no, that might cost $200 a month per guard x 3 guards, $600 a month, and there is no way in hell a Thai company is going to pay $600 a month just to save it's guests. Yes, Thailand is a very safe place...now take your blinders off and let me sell you that piece of swampland I told you about.
One more thing...I try speak honestly and openly, with some tact the majority of the time, whether good or bad. Some people view this as a positive trait, some don't. Speaking honestly and openly, most of the time I don't give a shite if people like what I say or not. No offense. Nothing personal. But in this case lady, I'm not making your flippin' videos. None of em. Ya know why? Cuz I don't wanna, that's why! Hahaha...I love it.
At the bottom of this page, under my video, you might notice there is a Vice News video. I love Vice. In fact, I like their videos so much that one of my future goals is to make more guerrilla-like videos just like theirs. In time, I will. You shall see.
If you go to 12:06 in the video, there is an old man answering questions from the host. Listen closely to what he says as he is grilled by a passing Russian sympathizer. I have the utmost respect for the guy. He's old, he walks with a cane, and he doesn't put up with any shit. He didn't let someone tell him what to do or how to think and he told even told the guy off. This old guy had balls the size of Manhattan.
I have no idea why it's important to me but I strive to always be like this old guy - a guy with massive balls. Why else would the Congo, the Central African Republic, and Afghanistan all be on my list of places to go? It's either balls, stupidity, or a combination of the two. I like to think it's because of my BIG BALLS.
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