The Israelis like it hot. Hamas likes it hot. The "BB" lovebirds Boonchai and Bongkot, naturally, like it hot. The southern insurgents, painfully, like it hot. The 3G bidders like it hot. The British tabloids, fantasising about Barack Obama's flirtatious eyeing of our LOL prime minister, like it - or wish it - hot. The anti-Yingluck Facebook brigade, taking their cue from the tabloids and elevating the initial fantasy into a sexist smear campaign, like it hot. Marilyn Monroe, who liked it very hot way back in 1959, would be turning in her grave.
Most sensationally, however, is Gen Boonlert Kaewprasit, who, while acknowledging the deep-freeze cryogenics of this country, also likes it hot. Hot like freshly-baked samosas, like lust, like hell. From his podium he's likely to be summoning the Four Horsefaces of the Apocalypse to strike thunder to make good his vow of muan diew job - signed, sealed, delivered, a coup! To combat the heat, the government surprisingly likes it hot. PM Yingluck Shinawatra invokes the Internal Security Act claiming that the Pitak Siam rally, which is taking place right now, poses a credible threat, with the possibility of violence, and her TV appearance turns what could've been a cold dish cooked by a retired general into political hot fuzz haute cuisine.
Perhaps we all like it hot. Calmness is disturbing, as we know it's an illusion, for we've been attuned over the past six years to be constantly nervous, slightly rattled, habitually jittery. We've been trained to distrust our own pep-talk that we can really cool it and move on.
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