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A gift from Thailand... and Botar

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There is a small village in the eastern interior of Thailand, not far from the Laos border, by the name of Ban Nong Lum Phuk that is rich in ancient rituals and customs that have developed throughout history in that region. It seems that for almost any particular situation one could face in life, this culture has some sort of ritual or custom that pertains to it. In my studies of eastern philosophy, I found one particular custom from that area quite appealing. The custom has its roots during the mid sixteenth century as the European explorers began to search the interior of modern day Thailand in hopes of finding valuable natural resources to exploit. There was a tribal leader by the name of Phaya Thaksin that controlled the area known simply as Phuk at that time... Ban Nong Lum is added later to honor other leaders in the history of the area. Thaksin was a self-centered and egotistical man that was easily swayed by the attentions of the European explorers. By playing upon Thaksin's ego and thirst for power, the European explorers were able to acquire food and supplies for their journey that left the villagers in a precarious situation with winter a few weeks away. Thaksin, although envisioning himself as a great leader, had left his people in a position to starve. As winter set in and food became scarce, disease spread throughout the villages of the area, most likely introduced to the area unwittingly by the Europeans. As Thaksin's people died of starvation and disease, the Europeans continued to visit Thaksin for supplies on their journey. Thaksin felt the attention of the European visitors was of great importance and would entertain his guests and shower them with riches, but could not be bothered with the problems of the people of his lands. Thaksin would adorn himself in the finest textiles brought to him by the Europeans and demanded that his people refer to him as "king". The concept of a king was foreign to the peoples of the area at that time, but Thaksin gave them a crash course in European traditions and demanded royal treatment along with "taxation" of his people. This could not have come at a less opportune time for Thaksin's people, or Thaksin, for that matter. The legend has it that Thaksin's people planned to overthrow Thaksin, but being a peaceful people, they were not prone to violence. Instead they decided to play upon Thaksin's own inflated self worth and pay homage to their royal leader with a yellow lamb. The yellow lamb was offered to Thaksin as a token of the tribe's appreciation for all he had done for them and Thaksin graciously accepted thinking his people had finally come to realize his value in the world. However, as one might expect, there was more to the offer than a simple token of appreciation... the villagers had poisoned the lamb with a slow acting poison that did not actually kill the lamb outright, but yet laced its meat with a deadly toxin. After feasting on the lamb for three days, and offering none to his starving people, Thaksin succumbed to the poison and died. It was reported that the villagers dragged his body along the ground for miles where it was thrown upon an ant mound to be devoured by the lowest of creatures in the jungle. The custom born from this moment in history is still practiced by the people of the area. The giving of a golden trinket, a lamb, to be exact, to a pompous, self absorbed person as a symbol of one's disdain for that person. A royal gift to one who has done you wrong and is not worthy of recognition. A very passive aggressive means of putting one in their place, if you will. So, to all the pompous, self centered, egotistical people out there who think you are better than everyone else, I give to you, this golden, royal, "Phuk Ewe".

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Posted on Sep 13, 2006 at 07:27 PM Like Reply / Add Comments Quote Report
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@ BeingMyself - I make them up. Some of the facts are true... kind of adds a bit of credibility until you get to the end. The way it seems to be working out lately is with a line that strikes me and then everything else is built around that line. The "Butterflies" story was based on the "even butterflies get hit by semis" line alone... just struck a chord with me. At any rate... it is drivel, but I hope you get some amusement out of it.

Posted on Sep 14, 2006 at 03:06 PM Like Reply / Add Comments Quote Report
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Ahh thank you so much for that insight.(lol's) I have heard some of the same stories/history from England. I may just have to see about setting them to text soon...thanks though that was good. Suz~ ;)

Posted on Sep 14, 2006 at 11:11 AM Like Reply / Add Comments Quote Report