Werewolf has turned off his blog.
I personally have no information about the reasons behind its closure and have not talked to Werewolf about the subject.
I do mourn its passing though.
The world will be a grayer, more uniform, more monochromatic and much duller place without it.
As has been said about other blogs — It Became Too Good For Its’ Own Good.
If anyone has any information to share or would like to offer their thoughts please post it in the comments.
Editor’s note: I’ve added this short essay which may be apropos.
On the internet, Expats have a terrible reputation.
Depicted as broke, alcoholic, losers with the morals of hardened criminals, who piss away their lives drinking, whoring, and doing drugs. Guys would thank their lucky stars if they were presented with the opportunity to shiv a pregnant women if it meant being able to steal her money and get away with it. Guys who did have just such an opportunity and happily availed themselves of it in the past. One Expat contingent, not necessarily the majority or even a plurality, certainly match this profile.
You see them on the internet everyday. Read the comments on this blog from the many Expats who are internet fixtures and you’ll see day after day of unrelenting nasty slimy shit from them. Many Expat’s do live on modest incomes and when one of them experiences a modicum of financial success or achieves as measure of positive notoriety, the long knives come out. The envy, jealousy, and hatred bubble to the surface in as ugly a display of the worst in people that you’ll ever see anywhere. It’s a truly disgusting show that will turn the stomachs of any decent person. The ubiquitous loser jealous hating contingent among Thailand’s Expat Community undeniable exists and has a big membership.
But the jealous, loser, no morals, slime ball Expat contingent doesn’t tell the whole story of Expats in Thailand and Expats on The Reservation.
Some people are programmed for an easy life.
In The World, they are born into good family situations, do well in school, get good grades in college, start off life with decent jobs and somewhere along the line fall in love with a good woman who loves them right back. They live their lives financially secure, within the warm embrace of a great and loving family and kids, and glide through to old age happy and none the wiser.
Others aren’t so fortunate and don’t have it so easy. They start off in a bad family situation, start off financially bereft, begin life with no moral or financial support from those around them and have to bootstrap themselves out of poverty and into a decent good life—- if they can.
Or they encounter difficulties along the way. Maybe they get drafted during wartime and find themselves deep in the shit and when they make it back to The World find themselves changed—and not in a good way.
Maybe they get caught in events beyond their control, like the current worldwide recession, the collapse of the Thailand tourist industry, or the sharp drop in the U.S. real estate market which wreaks havoc with their business and finances — they lose their money, their lives, and their loved ones.
Or they get involved with the wrong kind of western women, give their hearts away, and end up divorced, financially devastated and emotionally ravaged — with the spirit and will to go on drained out of them because they bumped up against the cold hard truth that love and good intentions sometimes just aren’t enough.
These guys sometimes wash ashore in Thailand and for a time lose themselves in the easy women, cheap booze, and The Reservation life style — and who can blame them.
Getting a Thai girlfriend who gives her love freely, easily, and without expectation of much in return or finding a Thai woman who doesn’t care about looks and money but is just thankful to have any man in her life to share the burdens of a tough life can be a gentle healing balm for those on the emotional down low.
Stumbling on love offered freely without expectation of much in return, love freely offered to dudes who, frankly, don’t have much to give in return, love freely offered to guys running on empty spiritual gas tanks can seem like manna from heaven — and maybe it really is divine intervention.
And guess what. Some of these guys find their way back in from the wilderness. Some of the guys pick themselves off the mat, return to the fight and keep on punching.
Some of them are able to rebuild their spiritual reserve, get back their mojo, and find the will and resolve to reenter The World and have another go at it.
Even though they started life dealt a shit hand that turned out to be nothing but a lost cause, they find the wherewithal to step back up to the table, rebuy, and have another go at it.
Even though they went down in defeat in the early battles of the war, they end up fighting through to victory in the end.
Some end up building pretty decent lives for themselves in Thailand the second time around—–lives that the loser, no morals, slime ball Expat contingent are jealous of, lives they lack the moral fiber and determination to create for themselves.
For some, there is redemption and renewal in The Thailand Girl Scene.
Because The Thailand Girl Scene is not just about the women. It’s about the dudes too.
Editor note: This is a second short essay about the end of Werewolf’s Lair.
Werewolf’s blog mattered.
The story of a normal guy taking ordinary means and constructing an extraordinary life — a success story that resonated with many Expats and frequent visitors to the Thailand Girl Scene.
The fact that he didn’t, like so many expats, just slide into the quagmire of alcohol, drugs, and cheap women and end up drowning in the quicksand that is The Thailand Girl Scene was uplifting and heroic in a way.
Werewolf Liar was well written, humorous and addictive — and it definitely provided the best daily dynamic read on The Thailand Girl Scene.
No one ever gave Werewolf the credit he deserved for sharing the daily details of his life with The World and providing us all with a look into a life, a place, and a bona fide real life adventure that most readers will never be fortunate enough to enjoy.
Werewolf’s Liar was not a commercial blog and produced no income.
It was graciously provided free of charge.
You would think all the Close To Line Balloon chasing Expats who descend on every free buffet and can give you a 30 minute exposition about the details of every happy hour and cheap drink special on The Reservation would be grateful that Werewolf provided them with free entertainment and a good daily read but the Loser Hater Expat contingent has been true to form.
I guess that is what makes them Loser Hater Expats.
Read the comments and you will see the underbelly of Expat culture.
Many Expat’s do live on modest incomes and when one of them experiences a modicum of financial success or achieves as measure of positive notoriety, the long knives come out. The envy, jealousy, and hatred bubble to the surface in as ugly a display of the worst in people that you’ll ever see anywhere. It’s a truly disgusting show that will turn the stomachs of any decent person.
The Loser Hater Expats just can stand the story of guy who uses the same common raw materials available to them and lives a life so much better than theirs — a life where he really really really enjoys himself and makes the most of the time allotted to him.
Werewolf did and continues to do what Rudyard Kipling wrote about in his iconic poem.
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it.
–If by Rudyard Kipling
In a way, the hate that is in the comments are a fitting epithet to Werewolf Liar.
They demonstrate that Werewolf’s Lair was a blog that mattered and the world will be a grayer, more uniform, more monochromatic and much duller place without it.