A country held together by a thread, and that thread is the King Bhumibol Adulyadej, probably one of the last most respected people of a monarchy, and the only reason for this country to be in the position its in, with corruption so rife that politicians and police have no one else to answer but the King, and when the inevitable does occur and he passes away, this country will along fall into the depths of darkness, fear, and the unknown, and there is no one who could replace him, if only there was a way to get the queen to take his place but that could, and would never happen, this country is ruled by the people who live in it, and they arent afraid to be the judge, jury and sentencer, because they know the police and policticains dont care just as long as they get there cut, Its sad in such a beautiful country, with such beautiful people that this country may be heading down the eternal drain of american support and may in the end have to be the base for another lost country. If only it wasnt 15 year olds running the country then maybe i could see some light at the end of the tunnel, but thank the lord for never has my life be so easy, and truley free, but if you hurry there is still time to make a paradise within its borders, just as long as you can afford the fees
LOVE IS ALL WE NEED, CONCENTRATION AND ENERGY ALL WE HAVE.............MAY ALL BEINGS BE HAPPY, MAY ALL BEINGS BE HEALED AND HEALTHY, MAY ALL BEINGS BE FREE FROM HARM AND SUFFERING, MAY ALL BEINGS BE AWAKENED AND LIBERATED, MAY ALL BEINGS ENJOY INNER PEACE AND EASE, MAY THERE BE PEACE IN THIS WORLD AND THROUGHOUT THE ENTIRE UNIVERSE.............MAN IS THE ROOT OF ALL EVIL, ONLY THROUGH THE MIND CAN EVIL SURVIVE.............
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