Life in Cambodia - Ice Girl
11.28.2017 | tm leonard Chapter 10.
Ice Girl told Leo about Cambodia life. People here are cunning, devious and scheming.
They smile but behind the smile is repressed anger. Darkness.
It’s pure survivor behavior. They have little or no formal education. Impoverished adults think educating their children wastes time and m-o-n-e-y. Food and survival is their daily priority.
Let’s Eat is their mantra.
Millions here mill around, stare, interrupt others, are rude, and do not LISTEN, preferring to talk over others.
They think the louder one is the smarter one. They are easily intimidated by a speaker’s volume.
Signal-noise.
They demonstrate behavior and attitudes similar to chimps. Yeah, yeah.
Their #1 priority involves searching, finding, preparing and eating food. Priority #2 is searching, finding, preparing and fucking females. Sleeping, #3 is popular before, during and after food or suffering a small sexual pleasure death in eight minutes. Sleeping is the best meditation in the tropics.
Fucking is popular whenever the male, the ALPHA animal in the tribe demands it. This is natural selection. People live on Earth for two reasons: work and breed.
Read and write, asked Leo.
No. Work and breed. Female members are passive. They are conditioned by DNA genetics, environment and family expectations to be passive. Produce more workers, more tools.
Children are tools.
If they refuse to submit to the male they are beaten. If they talk about it they are beaten. If they enjoy it they are beaten. If they run away they are captured and beaten. If they suffer humiliation they are beaten. If they are beaten they are beaten. If they live to tell the tale they are beaten. If they die while being beaten their corpse is beaten. They are beat.
The longer I work the longer I live. The longer I breed the longer I live. In theory. My main objective is work and breed. Then I am slaughtered. Life is a cheap bitch.
I see, said Leo, same in China. Our one-child policy is genocide.
Later, sitting across a rural red road in Battenbang, Leo is a witness. You have to cross the road to learn something. He extrapolates, illuminates, illustrates, and desiccates.
A family moved into a shack near muddy waters. They set up a food joint selling steamed corn and fast fried foods.
There’s a mother, two boys 17 & 20 and two girls, the youngest about 15. The girls either belong to the mother or they’ve come from poor areas looking for domestic work. They are vulnerable to exploitation and abuse.
No papa. He’s history in the tragic family fairy tale, one of millions throughout the magic kingdom. Long gone in the long now.
Mom is at the market. Incest Is Best, male, 17, wears a towel-sarong. A girl sets up a glass display case on a wooden counter with her back toward him. He slides up behind her and presses his crotch against her.
She freezes. Imitating sexual movement, he whispers, little girl, this is what happens to you. I have a little red rooster. Do you like it? I have big power.
She is powerless. She stands there taking it. Silent. She feels like crying. Her tears create a river. She floats away searching for compassion and meaning in a cruel world without freedom.
Rule #1: Boys and men run the show. They pay lip service to girls and women. It’s the old work and breed paradigm. You are my property.
Sexual harassment by immature boys and older men (with money, power and control) and a high level of testosterone, IS a game. Simple sex. No education. Zero responsibility. No morals. No ethics. No education.
This explains why millions of girls have babies and boys run away. Zero responsibility.
Girls and women tolerate it because:
a) it’s an unpleasant hard, cold cruel fact of life
b) they are told to submit to males
c) they live in Fear & Ignorance
d) they are considered stupid and second class citizens
e) they have no human rights
f) no quest-ions allowed
g) it’s the LAW of the jungle
h) it’s expected
i) they have no voice, no way out
j) they don’t have the power to say or do anything to stop it
k) mother is not sympathetic. it happened to her. that’s life so they say
