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This is Pulp XII – Despair

A British school teacher in Pattaya, Thailand, following his arrest for dealing large quantities crystal meth. He will be spending a long, long time in the Bangkok Hilton. The very face of despair:

For the record, when in Thailand, do not become a drug dealer.

Full story on this sad bastard here.

The scary section

In Japan there was once a department store hall that featured a crucified Santa as part of a “Christmas” campaign (though Snopes says this is of dubious authenticity).  I personally saw an energy drink advertisement in a subway with salarymen dragging a cross a la Mel Gibson’s The Passion of the Christ. More amusing than offensive, really, unless you are one of those who take ancient parchments and Hollywood scripts far too seriously.

But surely advertisements featuring Adolf Hitler represent a universal taboo, right?  Right?

Nope.

The Thai says: "Hitler is not dead!"

The Thai says: "Hitler is not dead!"

This giant billboard was prominently displayed on the main highway into Pattaya, Thailand, where about half a million Thais live, 3 million foreign tourists visit annually, I used to drive to work every day, and the scioness was born.  Meant to promote some new waxworks “attraction”, the sign drew more than 100 letters of protest and an official letter of protest from the Israeli embassy.  The managing director of the museum, Somporn Naksuetrong, doesn’t understand what the fuss is all about:

“We think of Hitler as an important person, but not in a good way,” he said.
“In the museum we don’t show him with other world leaders, we show him in the scary section.”

“We think of Hitler as an important person, but not in a good way,” he said. “In the museum we don’t show him with other world leaders, we show him in the scary section.”

Ohhhh, the scary section.  I see.  Well, never mind then.  Besides:

Mr Somporn said they were considering offering discounted entry to the museum by way of an apology.

Problem solved, then.  Ah, Thailand.  You stagger on.  I’m looking forward to visiting you again, seeing the village and in-laws, re-acquainting the scioness with half her heritage.  And then leaving again.