General Mackevili wrote: ↑Thu Jan 25, 2018 8:56 pm This story about James Simon Kelly has made its way to the Irish press, and they even reached out to us on social media about it:

"Speaking to the paper Daniel Mackevili, founder of the Cambodia Expats Online news organisation said: "Foreigners generally get treated slightly better than locals in jail, but they have to pay for any benefits..."

https://www.dublinlive.ie/news/dublin-n ... g-14201563

Thanks a lot to Prohacalypse Now and everyone else who helps get these stories into English and online for the rest of the world to read!

General Mackevili wrote: ↑Thu Jan 25, 2018 9:39 pm

Edit again: Ah wait, we had a story yesterday about 3 men getting arrested with 4 cocks. That's one cock too much to be true! #FakeNews

frank lee bent wrote: ↑Fri Jan 26, 2018 9:12 am pretty sure i just saw mr kelly walking along the riverfront.

Pull up the floor, sit down me lads and a tale I’ll tell to you
and tho’ you’ll scarce believe it, each word I swear is true.
This tale like many others, starts with a perfidious mot
who led me by the jangles to the lockup in Kampot.

Now this lass, she was a looker from down the Snookville way
and yes she was a hooker but no more “bout that I’ll say
But when the coppers caught her selling goods that she aught not
She led them to me door and thence the lockup in Kampot.

Well, the cops tore up me home me boys and not just once but twice
Alooking for a substance that’s hereabouts called ice.
Their search turned up a bong she had and me little stash of pot
Not much you’d say but it led the way to the lockup in Kampot

Then fluffing up their measly find to make it look like more
they knelt us down and placed it all around us on the floor
and cameras started flashing as if we’d tied the knot
then up we’re got, marched at a trot, to the lockup in Kampot

For sure I’m no spring chicken, I’ve done three score and ten
and tho’ I’ve wandered here and there, I cannot tell you when
my eyes had e’er seen an’thing to match the grime and grot
Ach, it had me heart near sinking in the lockup in Kampot

Stripped to me shorts and sandals I was pushed in thru the door
Two concrete beds, a pisspot and water, nothing more
Oh it had me blood aboiling and I soundly cursed the plot
that led to my incarceration in the lockup in Kampot.

The Khmer they are a gentle and yet a hardy bunch
as the night grew old and it got real cold they just piled in a scruntch
Despite concrete floors and elephantine snores they just accept their lot
While head and toes and balls I froze in the lockup in Kampot

Four long days I stayed there, each one worse than last
Days that stretched forever, nights that never passed
Til up before the court I’m brought, my copy’s earned a blot
but I want to shout, now that I’m out of the lockup in Kampot

Well I thank you for your patience and there the story ends
Except the most important bit and that’s to thank my friends
Thank you, Au Khun, Danke, Go raibh maith agat
May in love you grow, may you never know the lockup in Kampot