De La Land

I wan't to throw up some positive stuff in the next couple of days, I can't believe how stressed the CCP made me, particularly since most people in China go about their day as if there is abslutely no governance whatsoever, including physics.
It felt good to lash out at them, and whilst not having the bandwith to bother waiting for the massacre to load yesterday reading some of the comments was horrifying enough, as in the absolute betrail felt by Mainland chinese and justly so as all Chinese media still act like China is the greatest place in the world and to one day be pulled into reality must be shattering to a great deal of ones identity.
Now though I'm in Thailand, people here (locals) are pretty relaxed but there are more social rules than in China & Australia but much less than Japan.
I'll muse on Thailand when I see more of it than just Bangkok, the most fascinating thing here for me is the other tourists I have more of the bemused and shocked thoughts of 'is this what I look like to them?' when looking in horror at other wealthy white westerners more so than when gawking at any other culture.
The airport on arrival exposed me to more White Australian Citizens than I usually see in Lt Bourke St but I didn't and still don't feel any urge to reach out and connect at all.
That said I thought I was homesick yesterday, as in worse than when I was in China, in China though I love my posse and love the food, prompt service and was stimulated intellectually by the experience I was counting the days till I was out of there, but you could have offered me I ride to some shitty Balkan state I would have taken it. Not homesick then so much as just wanting to be anywhere else.
So too I realised while emailing my exer ex yesterday I realised afterwards I wasn't homesick, I'm just country-that-isn't-asian-sick or put more betterer sick of asia. I long to be in Mexico pretending I'm a Charro, or cycling I really hunger for cycling, in Europe. Eating waffles in Belgium, sitting in an NBA game in Boston and so fourth.
But even that doesn't nearly go far enough, today I was thinking everywhere I go I come across the two exact same cut-and-paste defining feaures/(dissapointments) of all countries of the world so far - religion and nationalism. I saw a tshirt in the market today with a picture of Bush and a picture of Hitler with the slogan 'Same shit different arsehole' and this is sort of the rule of thumb of travelling.
Two irrational beliefs, that is faith based beliefs that defy any objectivity. Every country I've been to thinks its the greatest on earth, which like Mark Twain and Bertrand Russell and every elightened thinker on religion more or less concluded does not bode well that our own beliefs are correct.

Let me back track though...

his morning I had trouble leaving my hotel room, I really just wanted to lie on the bed and play solitare or some shit all day, a shut in and recluse. I thought of Janice's friend and confidant that suffers with manic depression (bipolar) who said sometimes he just got stuck unable to flick a lightswitch for hours, and I thought my mood was something akin to it. But probably not too serious because I chose to listen to 'Manic Depression' by Jimi Hendrix which the incident reminded me I hadn't listened to for a long time.
And this broke my procrastination because I had to say okay after this song go book your transport and rooms for the next week.
Obstacle overcome, shortly after I was wandering Bangkok's streets 1 day wiser to just ignore more or less everyone friendly, before I ended up spending money being driven to a torrent of identical buddhist temples.
I started listening to a song that always cheers me up, 'tread water' by De La Soul. This song was my 'upper' after listening to stone temple pilots as a downer in Takamatsu Japan.

And so to bring it all back...

Not being exactly home sick, but weary of travelling to more idolatry and nationalism I remembered my somewhat popular utopia I created in year 11 in the end pages of my Japanese notebook 'planet guy' which I later revived in IH's publication 'the globe'*. And I thought to myself, where do I really want to be? What wonderous nation would I actually like to see, to experience? What would impress me thoroughly and actually have me readily consenting to marry a local and stay to teach english?
And the answer was obvious, and this nation I will share with you now:

Welcome to De La Land.

De La Land is a Delacratic nation that holds dear the values of D.A.I.S.Y. or 'Da Inner Sound Yall'

Government:

The government is in essence democratic, that is 'of the people, assuming nothing' there is no preproscribed quality that makes one necessarily 'the people' such as being Jewish, for 'Jewish democracy' in Isreal, nor like Australia does are its new citizens expected to answer questionairres on historical trivialitis and supposed values.
The citizens are protected by the Delacratic bill of rights more comprehensive than any other bill of rights in the world reprinted here for your reference-
(It's Delacratic)
If I want to I could jump off this building.
(It's Delacratic)
I could hold two pieces of doo doo in my hand.
(It's Delacratic)
I could call everybody in that room a rubberneck.
(It's Delacratic)
Come on please?
(It's Delacratic)
I can say anything that I want.
(It's Delacratic)
I could wave my hand in my air.
(It's Delacratic)
I could stick my hand up my nose.
(It's Delacratic)
I could hold my foot and count the toes.
(It's Delacratic)
I can do anything.
De La Land is very proud of i's Delacratic bill of rights and as such feels it necessary to remind people it is a Delacrocy.

Language:
De La Land has no official language as such, mostly english however the only real requirement is that the flow be kinetic and inspired by D.A.I.S.Y. As such communication in De La Land can be an intellectually taxing exercise as creativity and originality are expected and dialect differs with each individuals style.

Religion:
D.A.I.S.Y is the crux of De La Land's religion, it is a form of enlightenment similar to buddhism however it is focused on 'being true to oneself' as such it is unique in that there is no prescribed ideal. That being said De La Land's folk lore history talks of 3 'plugs' or sages that transmitted from mars, Plug 1 Posdnous, Plug 2 Trugoy the Dove and Plug 3 Mace.
They are more role models for being 'true to oneself' than deities though. There is a folk saying to 'avoid looking for god and finding religion instead'

Culture:
De La Land would be described as a very 'low context' the holy trinity as such is 'Me, Myself and I' as such one respects the individual and universality is assumed. For tourists this means that what is good enough for the De Las is good enough for you, on e is free to do anything one wants so long as it doesn't impinge on the rights of others. Nationality is a lottery of birth, thus tourists retain equal status to natives.

Art & Architecture:
The architecture is colourful and socially conscious, it is progressive and expressve, usually covered in heartfelt graffitti, the community generates most of its own 'art' which is displayed on the streets, convenient for tourists who merely have to wander around town to experience a rich diversity of individual expressio all contributing to an overal culture of social consciousness, whilst still being totally on point.

Recreation:
Being delacratic, you can literally do anything you want, provided it doesn't intrude on the rights of others to choose their own path. Some notable attractions include the 'land of Ooh' theme park. Roller skating on Saturdays.

Fashion:
Style usually runs to the tune of 'Me, Myself and I' De La Land is notable though for it's unique view of body image.

Conclusion:
De La Land is wherever you want it to be, you just gotta listen to Da Inna Sound Y'all.
I'm in countries for the home run of my trip for roughly a week at a time, normally a week long trip in a foreign country meas cramming a full criteria and getting up at the crack of dawn, planning far ahead. But now I've been away roughly 4 months, travel becomes an ordeal, which is what I expected it to be otherwise I wouldn't have called this Musha Shugyo. I would have called it 'frolicking through candy park' . Still as a year 7 substitute teacher called Miss Sweeney, pronounced 'Mith thweeney' once tried to get us to write about, De La Land has become that place I imagine when I need to relax and close my eyes...at least for today.
Anyway as they say in De La Land "Now hopping in a barrel is a barrel of fun
But don't hop in if you want to be down, son
'Cause that could mean down and out as an action
What does it lead to?
Dum-da-dum-dum
People say what have I done for all my years
My tears show my hard-earned work
I heard shoving is worse than pushing
But I'd rather know a shover than a pusher
'Cause a pusher's a jerk"

Let's make it happen.

*I wrote the grammatically appalling column 'What I reckon' the issue with planet guy in it you'll have to find yourself because I can't be bothered loading up the 11 issues to find it, maybe we'll get lucky and someone will post which edition it is in in the comments.