Letters 11-23-2015

Cheering From Petoskey While red-eyed rats boil fanatically up from the ancient sewers of Paris to feast on pools of French blood, at the G20 meeting the farcical pied piper of 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue thrusts a bony finger at the president of the Russian Federation and yells: “liberté, égalité, fraternité, Clinton, Kerry--Obamaism!”

The Other Mothers And Fathers Regarding the very nice recent article on “The First Lady of Yoga,” I have taken many classes with Sandy Carden, and I consider her to be a great teacher. However, I feel the article is remiss to not even give acknowledgement to other very important yoga influences in northern Michigan...

Drop The Blue Angels The last time I went to the National Cherry Festival, I picked the wrong day. The Blue Angels were forcing everyone to duck and cover from the earsplitting cacophony overhead...

Real Advice For The Sick In the Nov. 16 article “Flu Fighters,” author Kristi Kates fails to mention the most basic tool in our arsenal during Influenza season... the flu vaccine! I understand you might be afraid of being the victim of Jenny McCarthyism, but the science is there...

Keeping Traverse City in the Dark Our environment is our greatest asset. It sustains our lives; it drives our economy. We ignore it at our peril. Northern Michigan Environmental Action Council (NMEAC) has submitted letters of concern to both the city commission and planning commission regarding the proposed 9-story buildings on Pine Street. We have requested an independent environmental assessment with clear answers before a land use permit is granted...

All About Them Another cartoon by Jen Sorensen that brings out the truth! Most of her cartoons are too slanted in a Socialist manner, but when she gets it correct, she hits the nail on the target! “Arizona is the first state to put a 12-month lifetime limit on welfare benefits.” That quote is in the opening panel... 

Unfair To County Employees It appears that the commissioners of Grand Traverse County will seek to remedy a shortfall in the 2016 budget by instituting cuts in expenditures, the most notable the reduction of contributions to various insurance benefits in place for county employees. As one example, the county’s contributions to health insurance premiums will decrease from ten to six percent in 2016. What this means, of course, is that if a county employee wishes to maintain coverage at the current level next year, the employee will have to come up with the difference...

Up, Not Out I would like to congratulate the Traverse City Planning Commission on their decision to approve the River West development. Traverse City will either grow up or grow out. For countless reasons, up is better than out. Or do we enjoy such things as traffic congestion and replacing wooded hillsides with hideous spectacles like the one behind Tom’s West Bay. At least that one is on the edge of town as opposed to in the formerly beautiful rolling meadows of Acme Township...

Lessons In Winning War I am saddened to hear the response of so many of legislators tasked with keeping our country safe. I listen and wonder if they know what “winning” this kind of conflict requires or even means? Did we win in Korea? Did we win in Vietnam? Are we winning in Afghanistan? How is Israel winning against the Palestinians? Will they “take out” Hezbollah...

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The World‘s Biggest Birthday Party

Robert Downes - December 13th, 2007
There’s something spooky about being jammed like jelly into a crowd of more than a million people. I decide that if all hell breaks loose, I’ll climb the nearest tree and wait for it to all blow over.
By dumb luck, I’ve arrived in
Bangkok, Thailand on the eve of King Bhumibol Adulyadej’s 80th birthday. The Thai people are nuts about the king -- even more so now that there was a military coup here last year and he represents a sense of stability. There are billboard-sized posters of his face all over town and arches over the main roads that are foiled in gold with his picture. The king is not exactly Mr. Charisma -- he’s a bookish-looking old man in gold-framed glasses -- but to the Thai people, he’s got more pizazz than a rock superstar.
Throughout the day, tens of thousands of people are lined up along the streets, hoping to get a glimpse of His Majesty as he glides serenely from one gold-plated temple or palace to
another in his gold stretch Mercedes limo, accompanied by a motorcade of around 50 red Lexus’s and Mercedes.
But the real show was tonight, when an ocean of the Thai people filled a 150-foot-wide avenue for miles -- all dressed in yellow to honor the king (yellow is the color of Monday, which is the day His Royal Highness was born on). Tens of thousands of soldiers marched down the street -- all as thin as whips and looking snazzy in their high-peaked hats. Then came dozens of marching bands and an endless mob.
I learned the next day that there were one-and-a-half million people in the crowd. The cops ordered thousands of us in my section to sit shoulder-to-shoulder in the filthy street next to one of Bangkok’s skunkiest sewers. Yessir -- I wouldn’t argue with these guys unless I was really craving a whipping. Then the king floated by in his limo (same ho-hum show as during the day) and everyone lit candles -- thousands of gentle faces were bathed in the golden glow -- and sang the national anthem. Fireworks? You bet. Whatta’ party...
Bangkok is bursting with backpackers from all over the world. Thousands of us are hanging out on Khaosan Road, which is a half-mile of neon lights, bars, restaurants, peddlers and guest houses. It’s a backpacker’s version of the Vegas Strip crossed with Willie Wonka’s Chocolate Factory, all under the serene, smiling gaze of a golden Buddha.

Here are the latest scribbles from a traveler heading east around the world:
-- India was good to me, but I’m glad to be out of there. I never got lost (much), never felt threatened, and there were scads of Helpful Harry types at every turn, knocking themselves silly to help me out. But the poverty and filth of places like Bombay and Delhi is so horrifying, it’s just too much. There are about 700,000,000 too many people in this land of one billion, with the future in the hands of screamingly poor, illiterate folks who haven’t a clue about birth control. But if you want vivid scenes and memories for a lifetime, India can
provide them...
-- One thing I missed seeing in India was a “pig loo.” This marvelous invention involves hooking a drain pipe to a squat toilet and running it outside the home to a pig pen. You take aim at the hole, make a deposit, and the pig gets a nice snack at the other end, along with a drink of flush water. I’m glad I didn’t eat any meat in India... especially pork.
-- Down on your luck? In Bangkok, you can buy a wooden cage of sparrows, a bag of live fish, or even a turtle to release at a Buddhist temple to bring you good fortune. Guaranteed to work, every time.
-- Dinner on the street here tonight was some pad thai noodles with a spring roll and a skewer of chicken -- all cooked in a wok for under $1. Delicious.
If that doesn’t suit you, why not try the stir-fried grasshoppers, locusts, or (gulp) grubs?
-- One of the “perks” of being a Western traveler in Asia or Africa is
getting charged triple what the locals pay. I was steamed at getting soaked $25 to watch a kickboxing tournament in Bangkok while all the homeys got in for 50 cents or less. But I have to admit, it was exciting watching these little guys beat the snot out of each other. Physically, they’re absolutely ripped, delivering slashing kicks to the head, along with knees to the gut and other unfortunate places. I’m sure they must be wearing cups, or they’d have mashed potatoes going on “down there,” if you know what I mean.
-- I see some of the infamous sex tourists. These are middle-aged Western men, hooked up with Thai women who are often one-third their size and one-third their age. Apparently, many impoverished families in the north sell their daughters into slavery to the bars and brothels of Bangkok. Some of the women look happy to be tagging along with these losers -- others, pretty glum. Some of the men are shopping for wives here, having struck out back home.
-- Living in hotels is getting old. I miss my soggy old pup tent from Europe. And I can’t even brag that I’m staying in cheap dives in Asia, since for $25 you get a fairly swanky place. Bonus: last night, a heavy metal Thai band playing downstairs at my hotel kept me awake for hours. Like American metal, the “singing” was a bunch of yelling, screaming and grunting in a bombastic way, but in the Thai language. It sounded so hilarious that I laughed myself to sleep.
-- I was sitting in a restaurant the other night when they started playing a Christmas song. What the heck are they playing that for? I wondered. Then it dawned on me -- oh, right, it’s December. Over this-a-way, it feels like the Fourth of July.
That’s a wrap. Take it from me, kids -- forget that next college backpacking trip to Europe. Thailand is ten times cooler and ten times cheaper. And the t-shirts are the best I’ve seen the whole world over...

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