Here's Uncle Joe...

...and he's movin' kinda slow at the Junction....

Lovely internet here in the Penh is keeping me away from my most important duties here at the World According to Felgerkarb. Once I get a more reliable internet connection, expect the fun to never end at the Junction...Petticoat Junction!

The Magic Flute

No, I am not referring to Mozart; I ponder the magic flute, Freddie, from H.R. Pufnstuf as I listen to our own magic flute player along Sisowath Quay. I always hated Freddie and his piping little pipsqueak voice. As a child I always wished Jimmy had snapped that flute in half, or Witchiepoo got her green gnarled hands on that little piping prick. Talk about Freudian symbolism...
Come to think of it, I would have liked to kick Jimmy right in the crotch about five times in a row for his happy go lucky, smiling always happy crap.

Revelations, Cambodia 1975

Beware the beast Man, for he is the Devil's pawn. Alone among God's primates, he kills for sport or lust or greed. Yea, he will murder his brother to possess his brother's land. Let him not breed in great numbers, for he will make a desert of his home and yours. Shun him; drive him back into his jungle lair, for he is the harbinger of death.

Rip Taylor -- Personal Hero

People always have personal heroes, be it Gandhi, Jesus, Einstein, Billy Carter...My personal hero has always been Rip Taylor. Talk about the gift for gab with a slightly skewed spin on things. I think he would be perfect for Cambodia. I will be negotiating with his agent soon to come and do a few shows here in Cambodia; I have already emailed him directly -- he responds to all his emails, what a great guy, eh? I have several jiggly bargirls tearing up confetti for him as I type this.
Happy days are here again...

Death to Scrappy Doo!

Just in case there was any question, I really fucking hate Scrappy Doo. Totally ruined everything with his blasted PUPPY POWER battle cry. Little fucker. I hope he got euthanized. Bastard.

Stream of Unconsciousness

What better way to spend the day, thinking out loud, smoking the proud, opening the way to a better stay in the streets where the traffic booms and the clouds loom...

...where the noise blasts and the Khmer gasps provide the counterpoint to a life gone past...

...questions remain, but the day remains unexplained...

...so I drink a beer and keep my thoughts clear as I move towards a destiny without fear...

...open the door, cross the floor and join those who may know more...

...join them in the dance...what is life perchance? I know not more....

Pope Palpatine

Not mine originally, but I noticed the same thing everyone else did at the time.

Noun Chea is Davros!

Coincidence, I think not...

I always thought Nuon Chea looked familiar!

And remember what Davros said:

"This is not the end..but only...THE BEGINNING!"