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Pattaya, Thailand, Rental Scams, Condos, Homes, Pattaya, Thailand Rental Scams in Pattaya, Thailand and SE Asia

Steve Scholey, Gecko Condos for Rent, Homes, Business Properties, a long-standing professional Pattaya business that will treat you right. And if you believe that, we have some beachfront properties that----

Like being scammed, lied to and stolen from? It's really fun, eh? Of course it's fun; everyone enjoys it! Since you like being scammed, you should be renting from Steve Scholey @ Gecko Properties in Pattaya, Chonburi, Thailand!

Great people! I highly recommend them (if you're a masochistic fool)

 

Remember

...You will ONLY find glowing, 5-star reviews of Gecko Property Rentals because a negative review in Thailand is a CRIMINAL OFFENSE, as well as a civil offense. You can AND WILL BE jailed (read farther down) and even sent to prison for up to TWO YEARS in Thailand if you leave a negative online review about any business while you're still in the country (or plan to ever return) and that business calls the police. You will go to jail and you will be sued for any amount the business desires and you will be PREVENTED FROM LEAVING THE COUNTRY (or from ever coming back). Is this madness, downright clinical insanity? Yes, of course it is, without a doubt, but it gets even worse: Thai law states that The Truth Shall be No Defense. Read it again. And again. And again. Because it's in the Thai law and they mean it. So, you've done your due diligence on a Real Estate Rental agency, and Gecko Properties looks "just fine", right? No! Because no one is allowed to tell the truth about them. We are very seriously considering returning to Thailand to force the authorities to arrest me for this website, because then this case will make the International news, and Gecko deserves that plus a great deal more, as does Steve Scholey, Bobbie Tillotson, and Jay Solomon. Thailand deserves it too, for drafting such patently insane laws. Read more about this throughout these pages.

 

Quick Synopsis of this entire sordid affair:

Gecko, at first, probably only had a vague idea of how messed up this home was and how odious and dishonest and incompetent Jay A. Solomon was, but they patently didn't care. I do think they knew "some things" about this situation going in from day-one, but Steve Scholey was so greedy and disingenuous that he simply didn't give a damn: Book another faulty home, bank another stolen dollar. I think that's Scholey's inborn creed, his genetic code, his DNA. Profit at any cost; that's Steve. Even if it's wrong, dishonest, dishonorable, bullish, bullying, reprehensible, and even counter productive and stupid, it's profit at any cost. The world needs far and vastly fewer dolts like that.

 

Solomon was the worst offender in this mess, and you'll just have to read about the many forks in the road at which Solomon chose the worst possible path and then stuck to it even when he was shown to be a liar, a fool, an incompetent jackass; he stuck to it. Is that the Jewish Way? I have no experience with Jews. Is that how they act? The man is truly an enigma of incompetence, dishonesty, rank (almost clinical) stupidity, and greed.

 

I think Scholey's Gecko Properties began to glean a bit of an idea of just how scurrilous Jay Solomon was, and I'm told they began to question their association with him. But there again, Scholey's DNA trumped common sense and he stuck with Jay (they belong together). But here's where the character of Steve Scholey's Gecko Properties gets illuminated: As the property problems mounted and mounted and MOUNTED, and it became more and more and MORE obvious that Solomon was the fly in the ointment, Steve COULD have (any honest professional WOULD HAVE), jumped into the fray with both feet and held Solomon's hooves to the fire and forced him to FIX ALL THE BULLSHIT. Period. Get it done. Do it NOW, Jay. Do it now. But of course Scholey couldn't do that because it ran directly contrary to his genetic code. Instead, Scholey and Gecko, with a lot of help from Pippy the Digger (Bobbie Tillotson) doubled down and got rude and profoundly insulting and simply compounded the confusion and subterfuge and dishonesty of every aspect of the entire doomed transaction. Gecko wasn't blameless even from the start, but Gecko, like Digger, could NOT muster the decency, the intelligence or, indeed, the simple common business sense to stand up straight on their little clickety-clack cloven hooves and FIX THE BULLSHIT.

 

As a landlord (both owner and manager) in the USA and Canada, it was my job to fix countless scenarios like this -- and I did it. Because that was the very essence of my job, whether I owned the properties or I was managing the buildings or complexes. That's what I was hired for and that's what I did and my properties ran like a German watch (except for the one in which the tenant actually STOLE the entire building and had it professionally moved out into the forest where he thought no one would ever find it; I owned an airport at the time and put out a reward -- it took about 72 hours to find it). But that's another story).

 

In any case, in the end analysis, Jay offered a horrible, misrepresented property, and lied (lied) about it repeatedly, blatantly and provably, and refused to make it work. He lied about what was being offered and doubled down when caught.

 

Scholey entered stage left and just made everything 38 times worse.

 

Indeed, two peas in a rotting pod.

 

Guys, this Bud's for you.

 

News Flash, Thai Tax News for 2025:

It appears that 2025 will usher in a new millenia of hardships for the already beleaguered expat in Thailand, with the institution of taxation on all expats' income FROM THEIR HOME COUNTRY who stay over 180 days in the Kingdom. Tax will be paid upon ALL YOU EARN IN ANY OTHER COUNTRY EVEN IF YOU DON'T EVER BRING ONE BAHT OF IT INTO THAILAND. I saw this coming and got out when I could. This means that if you are earning, say, $50,000 annually, or a Million, in the USA, Canada, Germany, etc., you will begin paying tax on that TO THAILAND (for all the great services they provide), even though you've already paid tax on it in the USA. You're to be double-taxed. It isn't law yet, but mark my words, it, or some close cousin to it, will come to your life in 2025. But don't worry -- there won't be much left after Gecko's Steve Scholey and Sexpat Jay Solomon get done with you anyway.

 

Is Gecko Properties in Pattaya "Trustworthy"?

Is Gecko Properties in Pattaya Honest?

Is Gecko Properties in Pattaya Honorable?

Is Gecko Properties in Pattaya Safe?

Is Gecko Properties in Pattaya Professional?

Read and learn and take it to heart.

 

 

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We're informed by an ex-employee of Gecko Properties (homes, condos, business rentals) in late 2024 that Gecko's business has suffered to some unknown degree as a result of this website. Oh, the pity. But be that as it may, understand that our purpose and focus is NOT to "cost Gecko sales"; it is, rather, to save victims from losses (at the hands of Scammy Steve Scholey @ Gecko and Idiot Extraordinaire Jay A. Solomon). If that happens to mean that Steve Scholey, Gecko and Solomon lose revenue, well, then, oh the pity.

Scammers are as Scammers do -- Credit: Forrest Gump ;-)

 

This website contains and includes our opinions, hunches, suspicions, facts and best guesses:

 

Don't let 'em do a Scholey on you!

Scams on home buying, home sales and condo sales and rentals in Pattaya, Thailand, are greatly, vastly on the rise in 2024, and in our experience, the scams are coming from mostly farang (expat and sexpat foreigners), "Real Estate Agents" and condo sales and rental agents and agencies, some of whom APPEAR to be quite well established and trustworthy in the area. It's usually a facade, a trick, a tongue-in-cheek joke on the expats and renters (their victims); it's all part of the scam. Don't be fooled. They're laughing at you and I know that to be literally a fact.

 

Open letter to scammers and criminals:

Dear Scammers, Scholey and Solomon:

Philosophers say there is no such thing as Right or Wrong; it's all just cause and effect. Very well. You are the Cause. I am the Effect. Have a Nice Day

 

Note: In August, 2024, we are quite seriously considering an exercise which would hopefully invoke the "Streisand Effect"upon Scholey, Gecko Condo and Home Rental/Sales (Properties) of Pattaya, Thailand (Chonburi), and Jay A. Solomon of Na Jomtien, Chonburi. Read a full discussion of that further down in this document.

 

Intro Page

Jay Solomon Data Dump Here

 

"Condo for Rent in Pattaya"

or...

Scammers Galore!

 

Rent scams in Thailand?

Rental scams outnumber legitimate deals!

 

Did you get SCREWED in Pattaya?

Well of course you did, even if you're a donkey.

But chances are HIGH that you got screwed in another way too, if you tried to rent a place to live. Pattaya may be the biggest scammer-haven on earth for Real Estate and rental scams, and many of those blatant, criminal scammers put up a giant and convincing facade of legitimacy. It's hard not to fall for it. But you MUST be smart enough to avoid the lie. You MUST be smart, or be broke.

 

This website contains and includes our opinions, hunches, documented experiences, suspicions and best guesses concerning real estate scams (condos, homes, apartments, businesses, etc.) and scammers in Pattaya, Thailand, specifically, and SE Asia in general. I swear, there are more scammers in used car sales, and real estate sales and rentals, than in any other "profession" on earth. I don't know why these occupations tend to attract the lowest, most putrid and despicable dregs of dishonest society, but they observably do.

Maybe only drug dealers and pedophiles are worse. Both (all three) activities are colossal, monumental drags on productive society. They are the killers of logic and progress and trust, and without trust, you have only the jungle. ARE WE THERE NOW, ALREADY? We're pretty damned close if we're not, and spiraling ever downwards. Thanks, pond scum. The world could have been so much more if not for YOU.

 

"Jay Solomon", "Jay A. Solomon", "Jay Allan Solomon": Sexpat and Real Estate Scammer, Thailand, SE Asia

 

 

A Profoundly

Negative Review

of

Steve Scholey's

Gecko Properties

aka Gecko Real Estate, Gecko Condo

and Home rentals and sales

in Pattaya, Thailand, with

Bobby Tillotson and Steve Scholey

in League with Jay A. Solomon

 

Rental "scam", is it something common here?

No! It's not "common".

It's RAMPANT!

 

And plenty of low-life, scurrilous expats (i.e. sexpats) are getting rich from it.

 

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Hey!, sez Scholey.

What should I name my new business? How about...

Let's see....(scratches chin absently)....

Something wholesome and which elicits trust and shows professionalism...

Oh, I know!

I'll call it, uh, SALMONELLA Properties!

Yeah! That's GREAT!

No, wait, let me think this through.

Ok, Got it:

SLITHERING SNAKE Properties.

There. That's better. That's wholesome and trustworthy.

No....let's see... Let's brainstorm this:

Slimy Lizard Properties

We'll-Fuck-You-Over Properties

Scammers-R-Us Properties

We-R-Here-to-Scam-You Properties

Gooey Garden-Slug Properties

Oh, wait, now I've got it!

I'll call it GECKO PROPERTIES!

Because EVERYONE who buys or rents a new place will think that's so clever and cute.

Geckos are our friends for God's sake! Everyone knows this!

Geckos are lovely.

All that Salmonella slathered on their skin.

Like after-shave.

Go ahead.

Give 'em a kiss!

Makes ya wanna have one as a HOUSE PET, right?

Not even mouth-to-snout resuscitation can save the fool below.

 

What is gecko-salmonellosis?

Salmonellosis is an infection from dishonest Realtors and Real Estate Rental Agents with bacteria called Gecko-salmonellosis, which generally affects the intestines and occasionally the bloodstream, and the finances of its victims. It is one of the more common causes of diarrheal illness with an estimated several thousand cases occurring in Pattaya each year. Most cases occur in the summer months, when unsuspecting tourists and expats are renting properties in the region from scamming real estate and condo rental agencies.

What are the symptoms of gecko-salmonellosis?

People infected with Salmonella may experience mild or severe diarrhea, abdominal cramps, fever and occasionally vomiting, not to mention extraordinarily low balances in their local Chonburi or International bank accounts. Symptoms generally appear one to three days after contact with Salmonella bacteria carriers and those who exude it through the pores of their slimy skin. Elderly persons and those with weakened intelligence are more likely to develop severe, and sometimes fatal, financial loss from the encounter. Therefore, families or those with compromised intellect should avoid doing business with dishonest condo rental agencies, which includes almost all of them.

How do people get Gecko-Salmonella infections from reptiles and amphibians and dishonorable businesses in Pattaya, Thailand?

Unscrupulous expats posing as legitimate business people in eastern Thailand might have Gecko-Salmonella germs from geckos on their bodies even when they appear healthy, clean, professional, competent and honest. Salmonella can spread by either direct or indirect contact with real estate scammers or their droppings. If, after touching or handling a criminal such as that, you touch your hands to your mouth without thoroughly washing them first, or you scan a contract too quickly thinking the agent would never cheat you because they are large, prominent, and established in a region, you can infect yourself with Gecko-Salmonella, the Gecko Disease. The germs can also get on furniture in the homes or condos, on supplied dishes, curtains, carpets, etc. Bankruptcy and even death can and does result.

 

How do I reduce the risk of Gecko-Salmonella infection from rogue Property Rental Agents in the Pattaya, Thailand region?

Wash your hands thoroughly with soap and warm water immediately after touching an agent, or anything in the area or their proximity. Immediately disinfect with bleach, cancel all payments to agents or their offices, get checked for anal STDs, initiate credit card charge-backs if funds were accidentally spent, initiate blocks on credit cards if the agents have already taken your card data, send, or have your attorney send, registered documents canceling any and all contracts or agreements, call the police, and hire a high-tier law-firm in Bangkok to attempt to recover damages. Remember, however, that he who slips the most under the table, ALWAYS wins.

Ultimately, the best defense is to locate the actual owner of the property BEFORE even engaging in conversation with any Real Estate Properties or Rental agent, and ONLY do business with the actual owners, being certain that the "agent" has no entanglement with the property whatsoever.

This is especially important. When it comes to Real Estate and Property Rental agents, always remember the words of Forest Gump: Sneaky is as Sneaky Does.

Isn't that right, Jay A. Solomon?

 

Dead gecko just tryin' his luck on a circuit board. Luck ran out. Stupid Gecko. Natural Selection at work.

Awwwww, too bad Gecko.

Turtles, frogs, iguanas, snakes, geckos, horned toads, salamanders and chameleons are colorful and quiet. These animals carry bacteria called Salmonella that can cause serious illness in people. Salmonella Infection from Frogs, Turtles and Lizards (New York State Department of Health (.gov))

 

And "other" geckos can wipe out your bank account, as well.

 

Pattaya, Thailand, isn't the scammiest place on earth, believe it or not. It's up there in the top ten however. I think much of India is worse, and Cambodia is at least a tie. Saigon and Hanoi might top Thailand. I've seen really heinous crap in the eastern bloc (old Soviet countries, Romania, Ukraine, etc.). Scams and scammers abound, even in the USA, because it's a lazy mind that scams and it's an even lazier mind that doesn't put them in their place once and for all for the protection of decent society. But Pattaya has more than it's share, especially in Real Estate sales and rentals, and, odd as it may seem, the scammers are more often than not EXPATS, and not so much Thais, as one might surmise. The scammiest rental people I've run into have been Aussies. The Brits are second place. Germans are third. Americans fourth. But Real Estate, homes, apartment and condo rental scams, aren't the only problems in Pattaya. Here's a brief list of their other extracurricular activities they partake of for fun and profit in Pattaya:

 

Gems Scams

Tuk-Tuk or Tour Bus Scams

Jet Ski or Scooter Scams

“Good Intention” Scams

Wrong Change Scams

Victim of Crime Email Scams

Closed Tourist Site Scams

Real Estate Rental Scams

 

Jay Solomon, Pattaya

Facebook

Why not say Hidey Ho
to Jay (aka Mr. Hanky)?

 

Oops -- Jay has locked down his Farcebook account.

Why would you do that, Jay Solomon? Shall we take a wild guess?

 

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Memo to thieves:

If you steal long enough, from enough people, you will, sooner or later, inexorably, inevitably, run across a victim who stands up straight in front of you, and puts out their hand, palm forward, and says

No. More.

And if you keep coming at them, you won't get another warning, but they will dissect you from the inside out.

 

Our complaints about Gecko Properties and Jay A. Solomon, Real Estate Typhoons extraordinaire, are, including but not limited to:

 

1. Lying and misrepresenting the property

2. Charging rent on property not owned

3. Using an illegal contract

4. Refusing to effect critical repairs

5. Effecting repairs in a grossly faulty manner

6. Renting a property not fully habitable

7. Masturbating on our bed (we walked in on Solomon)

8. Stealing the deposit at termination of contract

 

 

Real Estate Agent Scams and Scammers:

This web page...

...contains and includes our opinions, hunches, experiences, suspicions and best guesses concerning real estate scams and scammers in Pattaya, Thailand.

All of Thailand, SE Asia and especially Pattaya (Chonburi), are hot-spots of and havens for real estate and rental property scams and scammers, most often at the hands of dishonest foreigners, especially Brits, Americans, and Australians.

The region is a cesspool of dishonesty and dishonor, and these people, usually acting as real-estate "agents", sometimes seeming to be "well established" and eminently "reputable" in a region, can and will lie, cheat, steal, scam and fleece you for every last baht they can pry from your cold dead hands. They've been at it a long time and they know every trick. Steal a penny, steal a buck -- it's all just good clean fun for them because it's how they're wired and a leopard can't change its spots. They have no morals whatsoever, like any used car salesman from over on the wrong side of the tracks.

And most importantly, these outfits KNOW that there is truly no such thing as "law" in Thailand. It ALWAYS comes down to which side pays the biggest bribe. I don't mean to say it's "kinda" like that, or that it's "often" like that, or that it's "largely" like that. I mean to state explicitly that it is virtually ALWAYS like that. Got a legitimate beef with a scamming real estate agent (and who doesn't)? Try, I dare you, to find legal relief. I double-dog-dare you. The ONLY way to combat these sleaze-bags is to fight them in their own way.

In Thailand, these scum-bags are greatly encouraged because, even if the laws against scamming worked, Thai laws bizarrely and energetically prohibit ANY kind of true accounting of the actions and misdeeds of the scammers. Punishing those who tell their experiences at the hands of scammers seems to be the one and only thing Thai law takes seriously. Read that again and commit it to memory; it's the truth.

Scammers can scam you with complete and total impunity. Complete and total. But if YOU try to even tell your story publicly, you'll go straight to jail. Telling the truth is a criminal offense, not just a civil one. Read on through this website for much more detail on that sorry state of affairs. The scammers can actually PUT YOU IN JAIL for merely telling the truth about what they did, and they put victims in jail ALL THE TIME. That's why almost none of the expose type websites mention the business or personal names of the scammers. The scamming, thieving, lying real estate agents (or any other criminals) can put you in Thai prison, but you aren't allowed to tell anyone what they did. Try to let that soak in, and you will then finally begin to realize just how far down Alice's Rabbit Hole you have fallen.

That's why, also, this page is hosted on an AMERICAN server, posted BY an American, FROM WITHIN America, and protected by the U.S. First Amendment, for which I am an expert. We also maintain a renowned First Amendment attorney who screens our work.

It comes to our attention that among the vast litany of websites describing scamming Realtors and Real Estate Rental Agents in the Pattaya, Thailand region, specifically lamenting the dastardly deeds of Real Estate Agents and Property Rental Agencies, many are talking about their experiences with some of the same misfits and con-artists we describe below, however those pages are posted by victims still living in Thailand or hoping to someday return, and so they are tragically prevented from naming names. In other words, read through the Google results for "property rental scams Pattaya" and you'll find almost none that divulge the names of the thieves or their agencies. But more than a few are talking about Gecko and Solomon.

Victims still living in Thailand are terrified of telling their truths publicly because they know what can happen: Jail.

WE....aren't limited by that.

WHY....aren't we "limited" by that?

First, we're no longer in Thailand and no country on earth would extradite anyone to Thailand over such a patently insane law as the Thai statute that makes defamation a CRIMINAL offense. Remember that under Thai law, it states explicitly that "The truth shall be no defense in a charge of defamation". Think about that for less than two seconds. What is defamation?

Here it is:

 

/dɪˈfeɪm/ to damage the reputation of a person or group by saying or writing bad things about them that are not true: Mr Turnock claimed the editorial had defamed him.

DEFAMING | definition in the Cambridge English Dictionary

Cambridge Dictionary - Cambridge University Press

 

In order to be guilty of defamation, the allegations cannot be true.

But not in Thailand.

Because in Thailand Up is Down and Wet is Dry, Right is Wrong and Socially Productive is a jailable offense.

In Thailand law, (quote): "Truth is no defense".

Is that utterly, completely and terrifyingly crazy? Clinically insane?

Of course it is.

But Thailand is a crazy place, about 415 levels down in Alice's Rabbit Hole. That's what makes it interesting. It's also why sane people give up eventually and leave it. The insanity wears on your soul and your sense of Universal Logic. Remember, Hell....is the Imposibility of Reason. Such a place as that can be exciting for a short vacation. But you wouldn't want to live there unless you were just as crazy as the demon-spawn turning the screws and pulling the levers.

In any case, no country on earth is going to extradite anyone to Thailand under a charge of stating true facts about someone else. If we never go back to Thailand, we ain't goin' to Thai jail.

But wait a second. Going to Thai jail might be just what the doctor ordered!

Let's think this through! This is fun!

"Is it illegal to leave bad reviews in Thailand? Whether or not you believe all the rumor mongering of a random Reddit thread, you do need to be careful with hotel reviews in Thailand. This is because defamation is a criminal offence in Thailand - one that can land you in prison for up to two years, along with a 200,000 baht ($9341 AUD) fine. Jul 4, 2023"

To wit:

Wesley Barnes (see The Streisand Effect) wrote a negative review about his short stay at a Thai resort. HE WAS JAILED for it. The case went instantly International and Wesley Barnes was FORCED to jump through a whole array of insanely bizarre hoops to get out of jail and also to be allowed to leave the country. Included in his deal to be allowed to leave Thailand was this:

"He was subsequently detained and charged under Thailand's strict anti-defamation laws. Police said Mr Barnes and the resort had managed to reach an agreement, which included an apology to the hotel and to Thailand's tourism authority [in order to get out of jail and be allowed to leave the country]. He was also told to send a statement to foreign media organizations that had previously written about his then possible arrest, including BBC News."

Insane? Yes. The insanity of it is what fueled the public's interest.

Remember "My Mate Nate", a prominent Thailand YouTuber (and a personal friend) who was forced to make a high-profile public apology for squishing a coin on the Thai railroad tracks as part of a YouTube stunt -- ok. Now you're getting it.

So back to our anti-Real Estate Scammer website:

Jail is BAD, right?

Well, yes, usually. But sometimes it's not. Sometimes martyrdom is a far and vastly sweeter reward for two years of relative hardship in a Thai jail.

We're now having people suggest to us that if we REALLY want to bring to this issue of rental and property scammers in Thailand, the attention it so richly deserves, we ought to FORCE the Thai government to jail us (or me, more accurately), for "defaming" Gecko Property Rentals (Properties) and Jay. A. Solomon.

That would involve traveling to Thailand and making sure authorities were aware of this website, and of my current whereabouts in the Kingdom, and then just relaxing and waiting to be arrested for "defamation".

Once arrested, just as in the case of Wesley Barnes, the case and the issue would explode onto the International scene. In the case of Wesley Barnes and his resort review (Sea View), the resort reportedly went nearly bankrupt from the reverse publicity. How terrible for them.

Would that be a fitting end for sexpat Jay Solomon and the Gecko Real Estate Scammers?

We think it would.

Solomon is basically hiding at this point. I think he may be sick and may actually be dying. I don't think Solomon cares much about anything anymore, except fucking as many young girls as possible. So sorry Jay, but one less lying scammer is, after all, one less burden on a struggling society. Gecko, however, would be free to hemorrhage countless millions of baht in a failed attempt to counter the negative publicity. That would be a gift that keeps on giving.

So let's all think this through over the next while. This idea is taking root. Gecko and Solomon should have simply paid to me what they owed.

I've lived in conditions in war and conflict regions far worse than anything Thai jail can dish out, so that aspect of this doesn't put me off really at all.

I could be civilly sued for 64 trillion baht -- and good luck collecting a single satang.

I would be sentenced criminally for refusing to take down the website and I could actually receive a LIFE sentence for that (oops -- max sentence is 2 years....pity). Imagine the International coverage THAT would garner, even for two years, and the resulting hit to Thai tourism. How long would they keep me in the Bangkok Hilton? That would depend on how much heat the Thai authorities felt like absorbing! The longer it went on, the hotter it would get. I could write a book and sponsor YouTube coverage of this case. The International media would do all the work for free. The issue of absurd defamation laws in Thailand would take center stage in certain news circles with Solomon and Gecko as the centerpieces of the controversy. The hit to Thailand and, more importantly, to Solomon and Gecko would be extreme, maybe even life-ending, from a business and commercial standpoint. And that would make the whole thing worthwhile.

I'm actually just now (July, 2024) beginning to look at this realistically. I really am.

It's possible the Thai authorities would refuse to prosecute this case since the act of posting this website occurred not on Thai soil, and not by a Thai, and not while that farang (westerner) was IN Thailand. In that case I would have to secure a Thai domain (.th) and post it on THAT domain, WHILE I was in Thailand. There's no way to research the requirements of getting officially noticed since "the law" in Thailand changes minute to minute and no Thai has any real idea of what it will be tomorrow. But I think posting FROM Thailand on a .th domain might be required. I'll start researching how to obtain a .th domain. --But on second thought, the material being posted on a Thai domain might give them an inroad to simply taking control of that domain and deleting the website. Of course they would never get their paws on a USA domain.

 

UPDATE August 5, 2024; The Streisand Effect:

We're exploring this in more detail. I think it's high time Gecko Properties, Bobbie (Robbie) Tillotson, Steven Scholey and the entire crew at Gecko Rental Properties in Pattaya experienced first-hand a phenomenon known as the "Streisand Effect". Briefly, it is:

List of Streisand Effect examples

Yes. I do believe we are headed in this direction.

Are you ready for the Streisand Effect, Gecko? Ready or not, here we come, you dishonorable pieces of rat shit. You should have just paid the 400,000b.

 

Who are "we"?

My partner, a Thai, wishes to remain more or less anonymous, at least for now, but she was witness to and victim of this entire fiasco as well, and I may eventually have her translate this website to native Thai, so that Thais can understand this situation also. Thais deserve to be informed regarding the scams and crimes that are committed against them in their own country by foreigners. It's supremely regrettable, and perplexing, that their own government prevents this!

My own background is simple:

I was a commercial diver, having raised 131 shipwrecks, and as captain of a private rescue tug I performed 321 rescues in the Pacific, including twice rescuing the United States Coast Guard.

I ran tugs from Oregon to Alaska and for three years operated a sailing freighter between Vancouver and Alaska on a strict 30 day turn in all weather.

I worked in Federal law enforcement, mostly narcotics, until the corruption and unprofessionalism drove me from that. I was a semi-tractor-trailer instructor and examiner (check rides) for some years, wild horse trainer across the entire SW US, cowboy, horse shoer (farrier). A commercial fisherman for more years. A pilot, both fixed wing and rotary (helicopter logging). Logger, smoke jumper (forest fire fighter) and EMT, hunter, guide, debt collector (enforcer), and many other occupations and careers. I published 9 books and countless national and international magazine articles, earning, in the 1980's, $6 per word. I built an online business in the 1990's and retired from that and have since traveled the world, 2.5 times around it, and I've lived in every SE Asian country except one. I spent the winter of 2022-23 in Ukraine and Romania, and THAT was a learning experience.

I've owned countless rental properties throughout the western USA, Canada and other countries. I've built homes and complexes and developed commercial properties and managed large residential complexes. I know this industry all too well.

 

Bottom line:

I. Do. Not. Like. Thieves.

I. Will. Not. Tolerate. Thieves.

I won't fucking abide them.

I have never met an honest Real Estate Agent, although, like the possibility of aliens from outer space, I concede one may exist. Somewhere. Or not.

Financing is in place to ensure this website stays live for decades beyond my passing.

THAT, ladies and germs, is a tiny sample of the depths and heights of my anger at being screwed, cheated and bamboozled by Gecko Properties and Jay A. Solomon, of Pattaya, Thailand.

Were I ever to be diagnosed with a terminal disease which afforded me some amount of time of relative mobility, I will drastically rethink this current methodology to deal with scammers and liars and thieves, favoring some more direct approach, which would be eminently more beneficial to society.

Remember the scene in one of the Hobbit series, where Gandalf stands on a crumbling rock archway bridge while the monster inexorably inches forward, and in his most commanding voice Gandalf booms:

YOU SHALL NOT PASS!!

The creature didn't pass, either. But Gandalf paid a price.

I'm willing to pay that, and any other price, to expose and stop a handful of cheap, amoral, slimy scammers, though I suspect this website has accomplished precious little to cause this particular gaggle of worthless shits to modify their putrid behavior. Still, we know for a fact it has saved some victims from being screwed. Our crusade is to save even more.

 

The Last straw:

When Solomon realized he had been caught and called out, he simply withdrew back into the shadows and the moldy cracks in the squat toilet where he belongs and that was that. Many criminals, liars, shysters, etc., adopt this means of hoping to deal with being caught. They try to go invisible. That makes decent humans annoyed, but not usually incensed.

We are incensed with a capital "I", mostly due to Gecko's manner of trying to deal with this. They doubled down, got in our face, tried to screw us even more thoroughly, began lying and misrepresenting and making things up, and trying to set us up for even more scams and skulduggery. They became rude and nasty and insolent and arrogant....the smirking and the smugness and the feigned righteousness and-- THAT is what brought our full, unmitigated hatred and wrath down upon them.

Real pieces of work, these four:

Jay Solomon, Robert (Bobby) Tillotson, Steve Scholey, and Paul Blackshaw.

And THAT is largely what has fueled our undying outrage and what drives our lifelong crusade to expose them and save others from their dishonorable bullshit.

Congrats, Gecko. It is your outrageousness, your unconscionable arrogance that brought you to this point, and we're not even close to being done with you. We've barely scratched the surface. Steal from us, lie to us, lie about us, ok. But then laugh about it in meetings? Not gonna fly.

Yes, you've gotten away with a few thousand stolen baht. We hope it was worth it to you.

Now it's our turn.

 

Latest update, July 6, 2024

 

Pattaya, Thailand, Rental Scams

Condos, Homes, Pattaya, Thailand

Rental Scams in Pattaya, Thailand and SE Asia

AKA:

MonkeysWearingPants.com

and

Gecko-Properties-Scams.com

 

Intro page here

 

What is a Gecko?

It's a filthy House Lizard. A pest.

A nuisance.

A parasite.

And yes, they bite.

It's fitting that this outfit is named after a house pest.

 

Rental Scammers in Pattaya

Gecko Properties

Scams in Home and Condo Rentals, Rent Properties, Homes, Condos in Chonburi, Pattaya Thailand; Truly Priceless Advice

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This is a work in progress. This particular

page is about 70% completed.

This website is about 20% completed

 

Above: Condo and Home Rental Scammer, Pattaya, Thailand. Jay A. Solomon, a sexpat legend

 

Rental Scams in Thailand and SE Asia

 

Are rental scams common in Thailand and SE Asia?

Yes, yes they are. But you're more likely to be scammed by an expat than a native.

 

Data Dump for Jay A. Solomon,
Pattaya sexpat and scammer

 

NOTICE July 14, 2023:

We had intended to do a paid advertising campaign through Google beginning in September, 2023, just in time for "High Season" in Pattaya. We gave the website nearly a year to sort itself out in the search engines and get fully propagated, and it's nearly always the case that any site will then need professional SEO services and paid advertising to really hit its mark. Oddly enough, however, we see that this page has organically propagated far beyond our dreams and is now integrated into the very fabric of discussions regarding the perils of renting or buying homes or condos, specifically in Pattaya, Thailand. Gecko is taking center stage in the debate. That being that case, we're not sure how to proceed. Is that level of commitment even necessary now? We're not sure. Stay tuned

 

Rental Scams in Thailand and SE Asia

 

Our complaints, including but not limited to:

 

1. Lying and misrepresenting the property

2. Charging rent on property not owned

3. Using an illegal contract

4. Refusing to effect critical repairs

5. Effecting repairs in a grossly faulty manner

6. Renting a property not fully habitable

7. Masturbating on our bed (we walked in on Solomon)

8. Stealing the deposit at termination of contract

 

BEWARE:

 

Gecko Rent Rental Properies, Pattaya, Thailand and Sidekick Jay A. Solomon

 

Never fear -- these lying, scamming, thieving sons of bitches screwed us badly enough to make this a lifelong pursuit. This website is not really even a proper beginning, but it will have to suffice for the time being. I will say one thing before proceeding: This group of scammers is stunningly fortunate I did not stay in SE Asia to "mitigate" this despicable course and pattern of stealing and lying once and for all, as should have been done for the good of the greater community. They will never understand their luck in this regard, because they are stupid human beings. Perhaps someone can explain to them what SHOULD have happened to them. As time goes on, I become only angrier and more enraged. This ain't going away.

 

This is a negative review of Gecko Properties, Pattaya, Thailand, Gecko Real Estate, Thailand

 

A review can't GET any more negative than this unless it was describing homicidal pedophiles.

 

We consider Gecko Properties, Pattaya, Thailand, and Jay Allan Solomon, condo and home landlord, to be little more than scammers, liars and thieves. In fact, let's rephrase that to be more accurate. We don't consider them to be "little more" than that, we consider them to be exactly that: Liars, Scammers and Thieves. And probably a lot more than that, that we haven't even documented yet.

 

We do note, during the Fall of 2022, that Gecko has undertaken Herculean efforts to try to "top-fill" any search for their business by subscribing to dozens upon dozens of little websites that are mostly designed to make search results for a given business show up in search engines ABOVE the negative site(s) in question. We expected that and even predicted it further down within this website. That means that Gecko Properties is more than a little concerned about any of you finding and reading this website. In Thailand they can hide the truth by using Thailand's bizarre defamation laws. In the real world, the outside world, that tactic doesn't work. They truly don't want people to know how they handle business and are willing to go to incredible lengths to keep this websaite hidden. Don't worry -- we've been at this for decades longer than Gecko Properties and those efforts will be turned against them by using the exact same strategies they are attempting to use to keep their dirty laundry hidden from potential customers. What a bucket of pathetic sleaze bags.

 

Here's our case in considerable detail with much more to come as time allows:

 

Remember: Negative reviews of businesses are mostly ILLEGAL in Thailand. That's why you'll ONLY find glowing and positive reviews of this business as posted from in-country. But THIS review comes from a USA source. You will NOT get the truth from any Thai website about any bad business.

 

 

 

 

Jay Allan Solomon and Gecko Property Rentals, Pattaya, Thailand

 

Address of the home in question:

30/7 Park View Villa Moo-4
Opposite Soi 23/2
Nongprue, Banglamung
Chonburi, 20150

Owner Jay Allan Solomon in partnership with a Thai (identity pending)

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We currently own 84 domains. 69 are unused. If this one is blocked
in Thailand, it will be replaced effortlessly. You can't block 'em all.

That's a tiny sample of how angry we are at being lied to and cheated.

 

Background:

 

Due to a horrifically bad previous rental on a huge shophouse in Pattaya, Thailand, we lost two businesses and many hundreds of thousands of baht due to a lying landlord. Subsequently, before we moved into Jay Solomon's house in Nongprue, I told him repeatedly that we could not tolerate another dishonest landlord experience, that we had been through more than enough over the past two years, and that we needed a long period of time with NO PROBLEMS, and in which ALL THINGS IN THE HOME ACTUALLY WORKED, and in which THE LANDLORD WAS HONEST. Jay A. Solomon, Pattaya sexpat, listened each and every time, and assured us this rental would be different. Yes, it was different -- it was even worse. Jay Solomon is a blatant, bold-faced, unrepentant liar, and that's the fact.

 

The site is going public with only this page in the beginning, but will be expanded very substantially so as to more fully illustrate the problem in Thailand when struggling to interact honestly with DISHONEST FARANG RENTAL AGENTS and DISHONEST FARANG OWNERS. Farang merely means "westerner" (not from asia). It's a GIANT problem and growing exponentially, as more and more lying farang owners and slippery farang agents realize that no one in Thailand is allowed to warn others of their illegal, and outrageously dishonest and dishonorable behavior and business practices. They have a free reign to scam and lie and cheat and steal from property renters and buyers and the Thai government ACTIVELY PROTECTS THEM with defamation laws that state clearly, among other stunning lines, that in cases of defamation, "the truth is no defense". This keeps Thailand backwards and in the dark ages and it allows and encourages farang scoundrels, liars and cheats to operate businesses in Thailand with impunity. I am in the US now, where the laws are effectively OPPOSITE to Thailand. In the US YOU CAN STILL STATE TRUTHS AND OPINIONS and the law aggressively PROTECTS you. That allows for a society to BETTER itself by being able to WARN OTHERS of the snakes in the grass. That makes snakes less likely to bite, and it makes unwary citizens far less likely to blindly step on those vipers, and get bitten. But Thailand, apparently, likes the farang snakes.

 

I am out of SE Asia forever. This site posts by a US citizen under the protection of the US First Amendment and it is not only my right to post it, it is my DUTY to warn others in Thailand of the dangers and pitfalls of dealing with unscrupulous farang landlords and sleazy farang property rental agents.

 

Want a 16-second summary of the lessons to be learned from this page? Here it is:

(1) Don't ever, ever rent a home or anything else from farang "agents", even if it seems like an OK move at the moment. Too often that rotten street sushi tastes fine going down, but it WILL come back to haunt you -- maybe even kill you. Why take the chance? Their practiced, studied and orchestrated mission in life is to screw people, both farang and Thai, as thoroughly as possible, just as surely as a viper's mission in life is to bite and poison and kill its prey, and make no mistake, you are the agent's prey. You are their mark. Your pocket is there to be picked, through any cleverness or deviousness required. The agent's mission is to screw you right up to the point of utter immorality, and then a little more, while remaining just barely inside the law. Or maybe a little outside the law. Or, in this case, a LOT outside the law, with principals, we believe, (the land owner, agent, and property management company owner), facing a maximum of 10 years in Thai prison FOR EACH INSTANCE.

(2) Don't ever rent from farang SE Asian drunks, imbeciles, or sexpats, (quasi pedophiles) (or any other sexpats in any other region for that matter). They have the morals of a testosterone-saturated Billy goat when it comes to women, and those amoral values extend to your interactions with them as well. They'll screw you too, and that's a fact because there's something "off" in their brains.

 

Do I have any advice for the principals in this story?

 

Yes:

 

To Jay Solomon: STOP LYING. For God's sake you lie when the truth would serve you better. It's habitual.

 

To Robert Bobby Tillotson: GROW A BRAIN. I don't believe you could competently re-stock shelves at 7-11.

 

To Gecko Property management, Pattaya: HIRE BETTER PEOPLE and learn the concept of honor.

 

To ALL of them: Stop committing criminal acts by breaking Thailand renter's laws (check near end of page).

 

This website details JUST ONE of the problems you may encounter when dealing with Gecko Property management, Pattaya. There are countless other possibilities. Jay Solomon stated that Gecko's contract with him was ridiculous, full of very cleverly worded little clauses that he apparently missed before signing, all designed, he felt, to schlepp money from him in ways he never imagined possible. Jay stated several times that he was very unhappy with Gecko and wished he had never contracted with them. He provided a couple of examples regarding their bizarre fee structure, designed to extract money from the client that Jay felt was not fair or due. One of his complaints was that it seemed next to impossible to get rid of them, even if he went with another agency. He would have to continue paying Gecko. They had him locked in, in some peculiar ways, Jay said, so that they continued to collect fees on his rentals even if he wanted out of their relationship. Forever? He wasn't even sure about that! Indeed, this is what "agents" do. This is it. This is their SOP (standard operating procedure). They really have no skin in the game whatsoever. They don't own anything. They're not responsible for anything. They merely provide a listing base where landlords, desperate to get their shoddy, over-priced rentals rented, can go and contract and hopefully find a gullible renter through the agent's advertising schemes. Of course that landlord loses a hefty piece of change to the agents who, realistically, do almost nothing except show the house a few times and print out a boilerplate contract which, in this case, appears to be a blatantly illegal document, even to the point of being a criminal offense with jail time attached. Once rented, the agent provides no appreciable services at all, not to the renter, not to the owner. It's what Myth Busters might call A SCAM (and they're what you call....experts). Their entire operation could be run on a bloody laptop in someone's basement. I will say one thing: Solomon, Gecko, and Tillotson all deserve each other. Three peas in the same nasty little pod and God speed them all to Hell. While Jay bashed Gecko, Gecko did not bash Jay. But they will in time. It can't be helped if you know Jay Allan Solomon. You WILL come to loathe this man; I believe it is universally guaranteed.

 

Jay? Jay Solomon? Is that really you? (no, it's not). These shots aren't staged. They're real, and you can click a scene like this maybe 200-400 times a day if you walk around Pattaya and look. Do you want this guy as your landlord? Of course you don't. But I feel like, in Jay Solomon, that's what you get.

 

This website will go live sometime between Aug. 1, 2022, and September 20, 2022. It depends on how much more data there is to add during that period, and whether or not I have yet left Thailand. The sooner I leave, the sooner this goes live. This website will be served by a $1000/mo advertising campaign and will show prominently for all search results for strings such as "Gecko Property Management Pattaya", "Jay Solomon", "Jay Allan Solomon", "Jay A. Solomon Pattaya", "Robert (Bobby) Tillotson", "Bobby Tillotson Pattaya", "Condos for Rent Pattaya", "Homes for Rent Pattaya", "Commercial Properties for Rent Pattaya", "Scammers Pattaya", "Fraud Pattaya", "Bad Agents Pattaya", and a handful of other appropriate keywords. The site will remain active for the remainder of the lives of all principals.

 

 

This page is about:

 

Jay Allan Solomon,

Gecko Property Management,

and Robert (Bobby) Tillotson

(aka "Digger")

 

Our sincerest advice:

 

If you MUST visit Thailand, do it only as a vacation experience. Stay ONLY in better, world-chain hotels. Do NOT consider any kind of long-term residence or life; it will grind you down in time. Do NOT consider ANY kind of business; YOU WILL LOSE EVENTUALLY, usually at the hands of scamming farangs.

 

Are you considering renting a home, condo, or commercial property in Pattaya, Chonburi, Thailand? This guide will help you understand which landlords/property management companies MAY be reliable, honest, or trustworthy. Do any good ones currently exist in Pattaya? I knew one -- but he passed away. I know no others. Can you merely look online and see reviews of various property management businesses so as to keep yourself safe? No, you can NOT. Why not? Because in Thailand, if anyone leaves a negative review, EVEN IF TRUE, EVEN IF DOCUMENTED, EVEN IF PROVEN IN A THAI COURT, that person can and will be JAILED (and sued) by that landlord or property manager. If you peruse the reviews of these types of businesses, you'll only find perfect, beautiful, glowing references. BECAUSE PEOPLE WHO HAVE BEEN SCREWED OVER BY THEM DON'T WANT TO GO TO THAI PRISON BY TELLING THE TRUTH. Fortunately, this website isn't produced in Thailand, isn't hosted in Thailand, and its creator is no longer in Thailand and will never visit Thailand again. He is also an expert in US First Amendment law.

 

Thailand touts itself as the "Land of Smiles" (LOS).

That is incorrect.

In reality, Thailand is the "Land of Scammers" (LOS).

But ironically, the vast majority of the scammers are FARANGS, not Thais.

 

 

Regarding what we consider to be outright fraud by:

 

Jay Allan Solomon and Robert Tillotson

and Gecko Properties, Pattaya, Thailand:

Gecko continues to employ Robert Tillotson.

 

A Guide for Buying/Renting Property in Pattaya, Thailand

 

 

HOME

 

 

 

Quick overview:

 

What is this page about?

 

It's mostly about Jay Allan Solomon, a Thai real estate "tycoon" (in his own mind), and disgusting sexpat.

 

Imagine this (or try):

 

In your current house in a nice suburbia neighborhood, upscale, manicured, trimmed, quiet (you thought), great neighbors -- well, TOLERABLE neighbors, because "great" ones barely exist anymore but that's for another website. Imagine that you wake up and need to go somewhere -- maybe take the kids to school, or maybe to a doctor appointment, or maybe to work.

 

But there are two cars actually in your driveway blocking your way out.

 

U say wtf?!

 

You go looking for the owners. You find one and tell him he can’t park in your driveway but he flips you off and walks away.

 

You go look for the other but never find them.

 

You say ok. Enough bullshit. You're now going to be late for your appointment.

 

You go call a tow truck.

 

They ask, are you the property owner? You say no, you're just the renter. They say only the land owner can authorize a tow.

 

So you call the landlord, a difficult acquaintance of seven years, and you explain the situation and tell him you need a tow truck please.

 

He stumbles around for awhile and then finally admits, uh, no, that driveway is actually public property. There is no authority to tow anyone.

 

He had clearly and repeatedly represented that house as including YOUR driveway. He said it in no uncertain terms, in front of witnesses, three times.

 

Stunned, you ask him what to do.

 

He says to go ask the drivers again. So you try to.

 

But those cars are gone and a new one is in its place. You go look for THAT owner but never find them.

 

You can’t even get your own vehicle out.

 

So you call the landlord again and he admits he lied about the driveway and then says sorry, he doesn’t want to deal with it anymore, and hangs up. He simply hangs up. The trouble with this line is that this particular owner won't admit that he lied, even though he knows he did. He said the driveway was yours, but then he says the parking area is not yours. But he didn't lie of course. He but he did lie. Later, he refuses to take a polygraph at your expense.

 

Really, try to imagine that.

 

So what do you do?

 

As it turns out, all of this is completely moot BECAUSE THE PROPERTY OWNER DOESN'T HAVE THE AUTHORITY TO TOW EITHER!! Because it's NOT HIS LAND!! He just lied and said it was.

 

Read it again:

 

The landlord simply lied and told the prospective tenant that what appeared to be part of the home property by any level of common horse sense (the driveway for God's sake) was, in FACT, what was being rented to the tenant.

 

In REALITY, however, the landlord didn't own that area, had never owned it, COULD never owned it, and he knew that at the exact moment he swore loudly, emphatically and clearly, to the tenant, in front of witnesses, that the driveway WAS, in FACT, part of what the tenant was renting, contracting for, and paying for.

 

That man, Jay Allan Solomon from New York City, a greasy sexpat in Pattaya, Thailand, lied through his fucking teeth and by God THAT is a Goddamned fact.

 

This is just another problem in a long litany of problems with this same landlord (Jay A. Solomon).

 

Once you walked in and found him on your bed, pants unzipped, hand down his pants wriggling around, staring at his phone screen. THAT was awkward! Maybe he had your girlfriend's panties stuffed in his pocket. How would you ever know? But problems with this man are not so unusual. He's nearly 70 and doesn't like females over 23. Got it?

 

So, seriously, what do you do?

 

Probably, you'd file a lawsuit suit for invalidating the lease with his misrepresentation, and then move. The lease was rendered null and void the moment he misrepresented (lied about) the property. You'd eventually win the lawsuit because the lease was invalidated by his lies. He simply took your money on false pretenses for a product he didn't have and couldn't supply. Done deal.

 

Yes, you could do that, if the Third World country you lived in had any meaningful, enforceable laws or real courts. It does not. Court is out of the question. Any court in any SE Asia country or Kingdom is a deep and sticky quagmire of chaos and bribes.

 

So you think about just moving.

 

Except this lying landlord refuses to let you out of the lease -- the same lease HE BROKE -- so you will lose a $1000 deposit. And he has the unmitigated gall to say that's a "very generous offer", and Gecko's dumb minion, Robert (Bobby) Tillotson, parrots that exact phrase to you, in writing! You want to retort with something like, "And my fist up your ass is also a "very generous offer." But he might like that.

 

But still you must move. No one would put up with bullshit like this. No one.

 

There's only one problem with moving to escape this kind of nonsense. This is the SECOND TIME this exact same thing has happened in only two sequential moves. Two for two. 100%. In the previous fiasco you lost two commercial shops and a huge sum of money because that landlord, too, had lied about what the property included. Nice enough lady. At least she was apologetic and contrite when caught. But a liar all the same. Just like this American, Jay Allan Solomon from, where else, New York City (NYC). I suspect he was a shyster there as well. So many of these guys are drawn to Thailand, where they know no one can even report their heinous misdeeds.

 

At some point you just say to Hell with it all. You've been in that rat-trap country for ten years. Things like this come up far too often, because the farang population is Scammy as Hell (SAH) (it's not called LOS for nothing. It stands for "Land of Scammers". It should be "LOFS" (Land of Farang Scammers). It also stands for "Land of Salmonella" (LandofSalmonella.com) but that's another story. The Thais want you to think it stands for "Land of Smiles", but they don't smile, not genuine smiles, and they know that's BS and laugh about the whole LOS thing. At least THAT makes them smile. For a split second. I think they don't smile much anymore because they feel the oppressive pressure, like a dark and brooding cloud, of scamming westerners all around them. They feel like westerners, who are the Master Scammers in SE Asia, are taking over their Kingdom and ruining their lifestyle, and they're absolutely correct, and that's sad, even tragic.

 

Anyway, enough is enough. Goodbye. And so you go back to your home country where, even if and when things get screwed up, and they will, you have a long list of logical recourses to fix it. In Thailand, the government protects the western scammers very aggressively and that is nothing short of bizarre. To the extreme detriment of its own Thai people, the Thai government will protect the western scammers. My God that is backwards.

 

True, in a situation like this with the nasty parkers, you can often, or even usually, get people to move when you ask them nicely. But who wants to be bothered with trekking around the neighborhood, knocking on doors, asking if anyone there or there or there is the owner of the vehicle that is blocking your garage THIS TIME? Who needs it? Who wants it? Who would tolerate it? NO ONE WOULD. I don't want to go through it even once or twice a year. But Jay Allan Solomon thinks you should spend your life walking around the neighborhood knocking on doors, because he lied about what was included with his house. (note-- as we tried to move out one of our fridges JUST TODAY so the buyer could truck it away, we had new people blocking this space.)

 

Our plan when we first saw the home was to allow girlfriend to buy her own car and keep that vehicle in the space next to the gate that this landlord, Jay Allan Solomon, swore and promised repeatedly, clearly, and loudly, in front of witnesses, was our space exclusively and that it GOES WITH THE HOME. That's a verbatim quote. It's not "sorta" what he said. It's precisely what Jay Solomon said. That's not an "opinion" and it's not a "guess" as to what Solomon said; it is what. he. said. It's precisely what Jay Solomon said, AT LEAST THREE TIMES, each time knowing full-well HE WAS LYING.

 

Imagine, then, our supreme and undying rage when we discovered that Jay Solomon had lied, and was a liar, and that the parking area property had nothing to do with this home, and that he knew it when he promised otherwise. Can you imagine that rage? No, you can't. We had expended a HUGE sum of money to move there and we'd only been there three months, and now we had to move AGAIN, and instead of helping us get out of the mess, both Solomon and Gecko were being extreme obstructionists, trying their level best, even illegally, even criminally, to screw us EVEN MORE.

 

As noted above, we had just moved out of a 5-level double shophouse BECAUSE THAT OWNER LIED ABOUT THE PARKING. We then moved INTO a new home, thinking we had a whole new lease-on-life where girlfriend could have a car. So we move INTO that home, being promised AGAIN that the property had dedicated parking, only to discover that we were YET AGAIN, just in the space of a number of months, the victims of YET ANOTHER GODDAMNED FUCKING LIAR, this one named Jay Allan Solomon, of Pattaya, Chonburi, Thailand.

 

I'll ask the question again, rhetorically, and I'll answer it again, truthfully:

 

Q. Can you imagine 1/100th of our rage?

 

A. No, you cannot.

 

Brutal, bloody homicides are routinely committed around the world for far less than this. But let's look at what happened next:

 

Once Jay Solomon admitted that the parking area did NOT go with the home, and that we had no legal right to keep offenders out of it, we gave him notice to vacate. Jay Allan Solomon then refused to let us out of our lease, and it gets far worse than that, as you'll see below.

 

I'll be out of Thailand forever in a matter of days but here's my prediction:

 

If Solomon continues this bullshit -- and why wouldn't he? --He's been doing this his entire life -- then I predict that someone will sooner or later take his life. People will NOT tolerate this kind of fraud forever, especially when the fraudster doubles down after committing the fraud AND TRIES TO COMMIT EVEN MORE FRAUD. Someone, somewhere, will take him out. I truly don't want that to happen because I believe that when this son of a bitch is dead, his problems are over. I believe that he's a miserable, miserable piece of human shit now (let's call him Gollum), his health is failing, his quasi-prostitute girlfriends are pecking away at his bank account, and that he will continue to be miserable for as long as he lives. That's why I wish Jay Solomon a long, long life.

 

That's mostly what this website is about.

 

 

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Gecko Real Estate. Co.,Ltd

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Pattaya, Thailand

 

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Gecko Real Estate. Co.,Ltd

Company Registration
0205556035693

Company Office 
(+66) 38 412150

Mobile: (+66) 8465 64846

Email 
info@gecko-properties.com

Web: 
gecko-properties.com

Jay Allan Solomon, Pattaya, Thailand
0-3825-1997, FAX 0-3825-1997,
https://
www.facebook.com
/jay.solomon.9216

Robert Tillotson (aka Digger),
Pattaya, Thailand

 

 

News Flash:

Stealing from me is BAD.

And there WILL, I promise, be consequences.

Who woulda thunk it?

 

 

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RENTING HOUSES FROM

"AGENTS" IN THAILAND?

 

OH WHAT FUN!

 

(Just. Don't. Do. It.)

 

Why? it's just one big shell game!

 

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We're headed back to the US by August 30, 2022 after a mind-numbing TEN YEARS here, almost all due to BAD FARANGS.

The Thais are PRINCES compare to the Goddamned farangs.

Get the fucking bad farangs (drunks and sexpats) out of Thailand and I'd be happy to return and there are tens of thousands of decent people from around the world who openly say that exact same thing.

 

The scams, the dishonor, dishonesty, stunningly bad business practices -- the western Caucasian-owned and run businesses in Thailand, with rare exception, are among the very worst in the world; deplorable and stupid and incompetent beyond description. Just shameless scammers and fools, and Monkeys Wearing Pants.

 

This chronicle will feature in detail the antics of one supremely unintelligent landlord in the area of NongPrue, Chonburi, Thailand, and a "world-known" (sort of) Real-Estate firm.

 

The land-owner =

"Jay Allan Solomon" aka "Shiron"

USA Passport 435914505

215/178 Moo3

Na Jomtien, Sattahip, Chonburi

Thailand, 20250

 

AKA:

 

The Realtor/Agency =

Gecko Properties

116/127 Pattaya Klang Road,

Moo 9, Bang Lamung, Pattaya, Chonburis

aka "Mr. Hankey Property Rentals"

AKA:

 

The agent within that firm (Gecko) =

Bobby Tillotson, (UK)

aka "Robert (Bobby) Tillotson"

robert@gecko-properties.com

 

AKA:

 

Thai law says that in complaints of slander or defamation (quote): "the truth is no defense". That's actually the law. Imagine that. What a dark and backwards place in that respect. And that's rather the capper for us. We're done and gone. We implore the King of Thailand to implore the Prayuth government to get a handle on this backwards legislation FOR THE GOOD OF THE THAI PEOPLE, so they can openly report the scams and thefts committed hourly by farang businesses across Thailand and thereby help victims warn their fellow Thais about bad farang businesses. The Thai people have lives that are difficult enough, without being the PREY of these unscrupulous farang scammers and louts. Please, King Maha Vajiralongkorn, (aka Rama X), take a hard look at the growing problem of bad farangs in Thailand, especially business owners, and if you're not willing to JUST GET THEM GONE, then at least allow the population to expose and report on their ludicrously bad business practices, so that other Thais can be forewarned. As it stands, people are terrified to report even the worst farang businesses. At least allow the good people of Thailand to report on the whereabouts and behavior of the snakes in the grass, so fewer people will be bitten.

 

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Introduction (pinning down the details):

 

 

On June 29, 2022, after enduring three months of relative Hell in a rental home in Nong Prue, Chonburi, Thailand, due to what I can only describe as a kind of bizarre mental retardation in an American landlord, Jay Solomon, we gave notice to vacate about 9 months early on our lease. We stand to possibly lose about $1000 for breaking the lease. We've said we believe we have enough documentation on the insane, incompetent antics of the landlord to counter, and win that back in court, because the property was very seriously and willfully misrepresented (lied about).

 

The agent (handling the rental for the owner)(Robert Tillotson of Gecko Properties in Pattaya) has indicated they do want to take it to court. So be it. In Thailand there really is no such thing as "court" in any normal or logical sense as the rest of the world knows the term. It all depends on luck. And money. Maybe this Realtor has enough money to beat us. Maybe they don't. Either way, we'll document the entire case right here, no matter which way it goes, and no names, facts, hunches, suspicions or allegations, will be redacted. Men died for our First Amendment in the US. We thank them because without it, no society can evolve to live in the light. No society knows who the crooks and shysters and scammers are. No society can trust ANY business to do ANYTHING properly, competently, or honorably. No society can evolve and develop in the darkness of a shadowy land of secrets.

 

Thailand happens to attract the world's shysters because they think they can do whatever they want in "The Kingdom" and enjoy complete protection from exposure. They're partially right, but regarding being exposed by people outside of Thailand, like me, they're dead wrong.

 

Maybe this Realtor can beat us monetarily. It'll cost them to try. The thing they can NOT beat, however, is America's First Amendment, and the truth will cost them far, far more dearly than a lousy few thousand dollars.

 

At this moment our thoughts run to initiating a full-on lawsuit against these shysters, seeking the refund of ALL monies except used rent, but including moving costs both ways, lost time, and other damages. We'll talk with our attorneys soon to see what might be feasible to recover.

 

We. Don't. Like. Liars. We really don't and we'll go the extra mile to nail and/or expose them.

 

Hewlett Packard admitted to spending over $60,000 in an attempt to beat us by forcing us to remove a website which detailed their illegal antics. We expended the cost of a stamp ($.23) to swat them down. The website stands today, 30 years later, while HP wrings their hands and fumes. Truth: when confronted in life by scammers, thieves, liars and bad "property managers", Truth is the gift that keeps on giving. Forever.

 

This landlord's goose is already cooked. There's no way he can redeem himself or his reputation at this point. We have seven years of data on this guy (I rented from him twice before and do I have stories to tell), and so do many others, some of whom are willing to talk. Figuratively, he gets the red-hot poker up his ass.

 

The Realtor, on the other hand, hasn't really done anything YET (as of this point in the page -- read on) except to say they will take us to court if we try to force them to return our deposit -- and this was said, amazingly, before they even had one scintilla of a clue what our case was. Their knee-jerk reaction was to simply scream COURT! COURT! And I think that says all one will ever need to know about this outfit, Gecko Properties, or any other sleazy "agents". I suspect that kind of illogical obfuscation is going to be their M.O. They've already set the tone of their demeanor, even before knowing what the problem was. Ya just gotta wonder....

 

So let the games begin, Eh Jay?

 

 

 

History:

 

 

When my wife died in the US after 40 years of marriage almost to the day, I hung around a few weeks to tidy up affairs and then literally pinned the tail on the donkey of SE Asia. I arrived in Thailand shortly thereafter and lived in Bangkok awhile, but the culture shock was too extreme and there was NO ENGLISH (there's much more nowadays). My hotel suggested a nearby town where the weather was a little cooler and there was a lot of English spoken. It sounded fine and I was charged 2700 baht for the 1300 baht taxi ride to Pattaya. I had never heard of Pattaya before.

 

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I went into a hotel, got settled, and around dusk headed out to find a restaurant. Pattaya was the most bizarre place I had ever seen. I'd been in Saigon back "in the day", but it was nothing like Pattaya. I walked along the waterfront sporting the typical farang open jaw (farang merely means pale skinned westerner -- it can be derogatory, or not, just as many terms can be derogatory, or not (i.e. black, gay, whatever). Pattaya was quite exciting and there was just enough English.

 

I stayed in the hotel a few months but found that I was disgusted by 75 year old men wheezers/geezers dragging 16 year old prostitutes off the beach, into their rooms, one after another, and put out the word I was looking for a permanent room. A lady in her 70's, and looking every bit of it, who worked in a nearby bar as a cashier, said she'd help me find one and so next morning off we went in a taxi, and we found a room. As it turned out, the room was owned by a friend of the taxi driver, who was her brother in law, and I was quite scammed on the price. But it was only a 3 month lease and that would give me time to think. Money, really, was no object at all. With a bit of financial rearranging I could have bought the 300-odd room apartment building.

 

I did rent the room and then rode back to the bar with the older lady (cashier) and settled down to have a coke. I thanked the lady profusely for her help and tipped her well. But she treated me like a leper. I couldn't figure it out. I let it percolate a few days, figuring she would either get over it, and tell me what the problem was, or not. Of course I didn't understand Thailand or Thais at all at that point. A few days later I asked one of the bar girls if she knew what the problem was with the cashier. I'd had a notion we might become friends. The girl rolled her eyes and said, "You not know?" I said no! WTH?! She laughed and said maybe I misunderstood something, but after getting you the condo, you were supposed to stay there and have sex with her. I was stunned, shocked, and blown away. I'd had less than no interest in the woman. I found her exceedingly unattractive and quite coarse. But I can be normal friends with all kinds of people. But that's what had angered her -- I only wanted to be friends. Had I known that was understood to be the deal I would have never accepted her help. Crikey.

 

The room was one small bedroom (studio). No bathroom, no sofa, no cooking counter -- literally only room for a bed. I noticed that every morning I woke up with a cough and a gray film on everything. I assumed it was some weird Thai pollen. Then it was revealed that they had been plagued by this for many years and that the cause was found to be a leak in the concrete that joined this building to the Buddhist crematorium on one end. That was finally sealed, and the gray dust was gone.

 

I also noticed that even though I only slept a few hours per day in this dingy room and used the AC only then, the electric bills were much higher than the 5 bedroom home I'd left in the hottest part of California. I was paying $600/month there for full home AC which ran 24/7, yet this tiny room was costing me $800/month (about 26,000 baht, which was far higher than the room rental) in electricity. I inquired at the desk and was told that's just the way it was. I asked to see the meter and was told that wasn't possible. At that very moment a young farang (fAllang, here, to those who won't bother to speak Thai correctly) was shouting at the staff in the office, asking this very same question.

 

I did later learn that a room like this should have been costing me around 1000-2000b ($30-60) (or less) per month in electricity, but that the building management had sealed off the meters and was adding their own cap on the price. The name of that building on Pattaya Thai near the old Tukom building was "Center Condo".

 

When my lease was up I opted to move out. I was paid up on rent and had given proper notice and very simply asked for my 25,000 baht deposit back. The landlord, a nasty, fat sex-pat from Australia (gray pony tail, the whole bit) said no. There would be no refund. I asked why -- I'd already paid the building's own cleaning crew to make it spotless and dispose of all the dead cockroaches and geckos. But he was resolute. I offered to call the police and the staff was very uncomfortable. The owner then said there would be no refund because the safe didn't work. I was stunned. I had never used it! And how would he know if it worked or not? He was in Australia at the time, pretending to temporarily doctor aborigines in the outback (he was a nurse).

 

He wouldn't budge and I wouldn't leave. I had gotten along perfectly well with this bastard. I could only imagine that he was angry because I was leaving and I'd been the best sucker he'd found in decades.

 

I finally brought in a safe repair man as all the staff waited, looking morosely at the floors, who tested the safe in every way and proclaimed it fine and he related that to the staff who related that to the scammy landlord. The owner then said not only would I not get my deposit back, he would be taking me to court for the broken safe. The safe man again got on the phone with him and assured him the safe was perfect in every way. Then the staff and office ladies talked to him one by one and said the same things. The owner still refused to allow the deposit to be refunded. I told him we were going down to the office, all of us together, and we would meet the police there. We all did go down to the lobby and waited for the police.

 

After another 90 minutes of arguing with the staff and the police, the owner was convinced to allow the refund of the deposit or perhaps there could be a "problem" with his VISA upon his return.

 

He allowed the refund.

 

I moved into another condo in one of the "View Talay" buildings in Jomtien, owned by our sexpat friend "Jay Allan Solomon". It was another tiny room but at least had a bathroom and a hotplate. The view was ok, and the price was acceptable for those inflated times. The AC worked and the electricity price wasn't being padded by scam artists.

 

On one occasion Jay called me and asked if I could go down to the condo office and retrieve some document he needed. I didn't think much about it. It was slightly annoying (why couldn't he get it himself?) but really not a big deal. I was up and down from my floor to the office area where the pool was many times per day. I agreed and shortly went down and asked for the document. The Thai behind the counter gave me a disgusted look and loudly threw down a stack of folders and said very pointedly, "NO. We do not help Jay. He come here and make many many problems. We will not help Jay." I said ok, well, ok then, and I left without Jay's document.

 

Then I realized why Jay had asked ME to go get it. He didn't want to face them himself. I see now that this man left a stinky trail of drizzling runs every place he operated in Thailand, and that's the truest testament to his character.

 

I related this exactly to Jay and he looked down, shook his head, and said "No, no, that's not correct. I've never made problems in that office." But I saw that he was not particularly welcome in the other building where I stupidly rented the second condo from him either. It seems Jay had a reputation that followed him like a giant rancid fart.

 

I had stayed there a year, in View Talay #1, but the place was constantly in need of repair. Jay Allan Solomon had promised to install a safe for nearly a year, for instance, but had never gotten around to it, and since bank accounts in Thailand were difficult or impossible to get for the uninitiated at that time, I was often carrying around $5-10K USD and that was a bad situation.

 

I harangued Jay Allan Solomon enough to come and install the safe, which ALL condos have, except his. He was a late 60's something Jewish man but showed up with a live-in Thai girlfriend perhaps 23. Jay Allan Solomon tried to install the safe which merely required four screws (through-bolts) to be installed down through a heavy plank in a closet deck that was not easily removed.

 

Within 3 minutes I could see that Jay was profoundly out of his element. He fumbled with absolutely every aspect of the simple job, couldn't get the holes drilled, then drilled in the wrong places, and then finally could NOT figure out how to put the screws, washers and nuts together through the holes in the little safe (about the size of a loaf of bread and weighing nothing, made from sheet metal as I recall).

 

I ended up doing the entire thing for him, often catching glaces from his girlfriend which indicated she knew EXACTLY what kind of fish she had caught in homely old Jay Allan Solomon. She was embarrassed BY him and FOR him and it all just made me cringe. She was there for the money.

 

Once installed, Jay Allan Solomon told me under his breath, "Hey, thanks for getting me out of that -- I'm glad my girlfriend didn't see it. Didn't want to lose face in front of her." Of course, little did he know, he already had, and I think he probably did on an hourly basis. She knew exactly what a damned blithering oaf he was. But she didn't care. She was there for the bucks. I think Jay Allan Solomon had a dozen or so condos about that time. Solomon confided to me later that she asked him to sign over four condos. Yeah -- nice girl.

 

In the end I didn't like the sexpats and I didn't like living around them and that's ALL there was in that building. They WILL annoy you absolutely to death. Crude, loud, drunk, vulgar, stupid, fat (but with so-cool gray pony tails and 9 month old Hardly Abelson tattoos). If you're not one of them, you won't like them. And I'd decided I wanted more room anyway. Like a real bedroom.

 

Jay Allan Solomon had another condo that sounded just right, and, actually it was. It was a mile away and I moved all my belongings on 1000 trips on my motor scooter. You collect stuff, as a rule. It's uncanny.

 

I had looked around in that nice little corner condo awhile before making the deal. I was on floor 7, overlooking an "entertainment" soi. There was bar noise, but it was ok. I knew that going in. Jay said the noise was no problem and, indeed, at first, it was tolerable. Just normal bar music and drunks and squealing bar girls. I signed and paid and actually had about six fairly happy months there.

 

Weird things happened on a regular basis. I was out front one night, just watching the throngs of people and enjoying the warm evening air. A ladyboy came and sat down next to me -- very very close to me -- and asked if I wanted "short time" (about an hour in any dark space that might work). I said no, but thank you for offering, and we sat and had a nice conversation about all kinds of regular life things for an hour. Then I went upstairs and to bed. Upon parting she said she wished all farangs were as nice as me. I gave her a light hug good night.

 

Around the same time the next night, there was a horrible commotion downstairs. Screaming. Screeching of tires.

 

It turned out that same ladyboy had come back, hoping to talk to me. In my place was an asshole farang -- some nasty, putrefied Brit who told her to fuck off or he'd kill her. Pretty typical British demeanor here, but they never have what it takes to back it up. They are just fat mouths. The Brits here are loathed, I think, second only to the Russians. Completely different personalities and each will drive you to homicide equally as effectively, but for different reasons.

 

In any case the ladyboy simply and unceremoniously stabbed him to death. He went down in a spray of carotid blood and the ladyboy panicked and jumped back from the scene, right into the path of a speeding motorbike taxi, who hit her and killed her. Very sad. But that kind of bizarre thing is common enough in this bizarre place.

 

This condo was another mechanical wreck. with an embarrassingly dimwitted repairman (Jay Allan Solomon) trying and failing to maintain it.

 

On one occasion the washing machine stopped draining and I mentioned it to Jay Allan Solomon, and then started taking my laundry out to a Thai-run "service" in the building about twice a week.

 

Jay Allan Solomon tipped over the washing machine and started to unbolt the drain pump. Easy machine to work on. Part of the pump casing was translucent so you could see any debris stuck in the pump. A silverish coin was clearly visible. Jay Allan Solomon launched into a nasty tirade directed at me, nearly yelling that he thought I had put that coin in there and and this was really pissing him off and I was really going to have to pay for this. I helped him get the coin out because that was beyond him. It was oblong and smooth and had been in there probably for decades, just rolling around, getting polished like a pretty stone, and it was clear I'd had nothing to do with it since I'd only been there a matter of a couple of months at that point. I held it up and showed it to him. He did manage to grasp that it was ancient, but apologize for his insulting rudeness? Nope. Not our Jay Allan Solomon.

 

At about the six month point a new bar started up immediately below my windows and blasted music so loud the other bars in the soi ended up calling the police on that bar countless times. The Brit owner was hated and reviled, even by bar owners ten bars either direction from his. It was impossible to sleep and tenants on my side of the building would take turns going down and threatening the jackass, all to no avail. This went on for three more months. Ah, those Brits.

 

I finally explained to Jay Allan Solomon that I couldn't sleep and had had enough and had to move. Jay Allan Solomon asked if there was a resolution. I said I didn't think so, but if you're determined to try, you might swap out these cheap single pane windows for good quality double-panes. Or, if you REALLY wanted to do your best to fix the problem, go to triple panes, because the place was unrentable as it stood.

 

Jay Allan Solomon thought it over and decided on triple pane replacement.

 

It should have been a simple enough job. Everything with Solomon SHOULD be simple enough, but it never, ever is. You select your glass at the dealer, and find sliding frames that will fit in the existing tracks. Takes, what -- an hour? You just lift the windows out and drop the new ones in. No tools required. There were about five big windows on that side of the condo, encompassing two rooms.

 

Jay Allan Solomon came in with the windows in the frames only to discover that he had bought frames that wouldn't fit in the existing slides (he'd shockingly mis-measured). So he took them all back. But this is Thailand and returns for ANY reason are virtually unheard of. The only solution was to completely remove all the track frames and hardware from the concrete walls, right down to the bare concrete, and install all new sliders. This was a monumental job. All windows had to be taken down to their bare concrete holes, and then cleaned and reshaped, and then the new hardware had to be drilled into the concrete and bolted in.

 

This took a week or two. --Dust and noise and a whole crew in there from morning to night, every day.

 

During this time I had no coverings over the open holes in either room, and rain and wind blew through with wild abandon. This is a monsoon kind of country. In the daytime there was no AC and at night the rain soaked the condo. It was wonderful.

 

But finally it was done and we eagerly awaited the blasting music that was sure to come that very night. And it did, right on schedule. And there was absolutely zero improvement. Zero. Not a single decibel. It was vexing.

 

In the morning I informed Jay Allan Solomon, and he said no, that was utterly impossible, and he began, as he always did, intimating that I must have somehow done something to make the new windows not help with the sound. This blame game was and is Jay Allan Solomon's M.O. It's how he deals with his own incompetence. He must have been a real prize through his school years. And he still is.

 

Jay Allan Solomon came over and we looked and looked and looked, trying to find some way all these workers, or me, could have screwed this up. But every window was installed correctly. Well embedded in the walls and sealed.

 

I asked Jay if the glass was two pane, or triple. He said triple. But why did it have zero effect on the bar music?

 

I was curious how much the gap was between all three panes of glass so I got right up to the window with a magnifying glass and tried to observe that. But man! Those clearances must have been really, really small.

 

Then it hit me. There was no gap at all. None. This was single-pane glass. AGAIN.

 

These were the very same single-pane glass that he had just taken out. Except for being new, they were the exact same glass! SINGLE PANE AGAIN!!!

 

I gasped. I audibly, unconsciously gasped. And I could see on his face that he knew I knew. I asked him why in God's name had he paid a truly exorbitant sum to rip out one whole side of a concrete condo, only to replace the windows with exactly what he had just removed!? I remember asking the question hoarsely. I could barely speak it. I was in shock. At that instant I truly came to realize that Jay was mentally handicapped. I don't mean this as an insult, though in fact it is. But I mean it as a statement of my most fervent belief. I believed then and believe now that Jay Allan Solomon is mentally handicapped and the disease has progressed over the years.

 

I would say to Jay, here and now, just give it all up. Sell the condos, and just stay home, in bed, with the girls, and I will teach them the most efficient ways and methods of scarfing your wallet and getting money out of your banks. You can no longer operate in the outside world. You're incompetent at every single level and turn. Just go back to bed with your teenagers.

 

Jay Allan Solomon looked at the floor and said quietly that the glass man had had a surplus on this single-pane glass and had sold it to him cheap, assuring him it was every bit as effective as triple-pane.

 

Jack in the Fucking Beanstalk.

 

I gave notice at that moment, on the spot, and moved out within a couple of days to an expensive penthouse in a building in Naklua. I was done with Jay Allan Solomon and his endless stupidity and his incompetence and his mind-numbingly annoying demeanor and I wanted some peaceful life without the BS. I moved out at four days into the new electricity billing cycle. My electric bill normally ran about 2500-2800b per month. Jay Allan Solomon messaged to tell me that in the four days I had been out (days I had been moving in to the new condo and wasn't even in Jay Allan Solomon's condo) that the electrical usage was 1200b. At that rate it would have been 9000b per month. I then knew he was simply a lying scammer and I immediately blocked Jay Allan Solomon. That was enough. By God, that was enough.

 

Jay Allan Solomon is one of those guys -- there aren't a lot of them but we've all seen our share and are left with affected vision and PTSD because of it -- who, for some strange, unknowable reason, shows a solid eight inches of his ass crack every time he bends over. Maybe your fat plumber does this too. There should be a law -- actually there is. I can't imagine that any man would not feel this draft. But I am convinced that they don't -- or maybe they like it and secretly hope people will stare down into the stinking greasy depths of that nasty crevasse. I averted my eyes as quickly as possible when Jay Allan Solomon's ass crack presented itself. I might have mentioned it to him once but I'm not sure. His girlfriend always glanced at me and rolled her eyes when that monstrous black hole was presented for inspection. Someone should have told him in no uncertain terms. But I don't think guys like Jay Allan Solomon really care.

 

(not Solomon, but you get the idea -- used with permission)

 

I've only known two Jews in my life. One was my attorney for a very short time in Canada. I found him to be shockingly, criminally greedy, almost to the point where I questioned his sanity. He was an incompetent attorney and I felt that he was so off-putting to the judge that he could have gotten a better deal had he not been. I know there's a lot of animosity toward Jews around the world (there was that Hitler thing, of course). I had only known that one Jewish man at time and certainly he'd been a one-off, an anomaly, a fluke. Right? I genuinely wanted to know why the world didn't particularly like Jews so I Googled it once, thinking it probably had something to do with some clash of the religions or whatever (my God is better than your God). Google didn't offer anything definitive and I never have figured out why they're hated. I mean, my two experiences with Jews, that attorney and with Jay Allan Solomon, couldn't possibly be indicative of the behavior and demeanor of the average Jew on the street, could it? Certainly not! If that were the case, well, they'd be universally reviled the whole world over, and that's certainly not the ca--- Oh, wait.

 

I remain completely open minded about Jews. Only having known two, both of whom were abject clunkers, tossers, wastes of flesh, but that can't put one off on an entire people. Can it? Can it?

 

I leased for a year in Naklua, but it was the SAME BS. I had five water heaters in that condo. I replaced them seven (7) times in the space of that 12 months exactly (five of them once and two of them twice). I replaced them with only the brands the owner allowed because the owner was a cheap-charlie Brit who thought it was better to replace each water heater every year at a cost of 3000b, rather than to spend 8000b and only have to replace them every 10 or 16 years. The guy wasn't Jewish but he should have been -- penny-wise but dollar-stupid. The other side of the coin with this owner was that he was probably THE most honest and logical and straight-up farang I'd met in Thailand. He was a first class man and landlord all the way around, except for being terminally cheap, and I would have been pleased to rent any of his properties, forever. He died of cancer and that's a tragedy. But Solomon continues to suck the earth's air. That's a tragedy also, for a logical society.

 

The high rise next door to this high-end condo got the idea that they could get more tenants if they made every night karaoke night by the pool, until the wee hours of the morning. I never saw more than three people attend (maybe three adults and two kids once). But they blasted that insane shit out of their open-sided pool area, exactly at my condo, for 10-12 hours a day/night. I complained -- Hell, everybody on that side of the building complained. Management over there just stared at us like deer in headlights, as if to say, "Sleep? Why on earth would you ever want to SLEEP?" TV? Why on earth would you want to watch your TV? The tower was of the open center type, so that music blasted and roared up through what was effectively an echo chimney and drove the tenants mad. If it drove us mad in an adjacent building, imagine how it must have been for that building's tenants. I cannot imagine, frankly, but it persisted for months until I left and probably for years after that.

 

One night a large Jewish presence two floors down from me erupted into an all-out brawl on their balcony (they were raucous every night but this was the pinnacle), which woke the whole building on that side. The Thai residents living in nice homes directly below them all came out and threw rocks up at them on their balcony. Building tenants below me were pounding on their door all night. The manager despite promising to come over and "straighten it out" next time it happened, could not be reached (we tried repeatedly all night). Nothing dissuaded them this gaggle of Jews. I started to wonder if my strong interest in visiting Israel was profoundly misplaced. I now believe it was.

 

The building manager, a lady of perhaps 65, put on a nice audio show with the elderly tenant immediately opposite of my living room, while I had three young female students there with their Thai mom. The sex must have been otherworldly because the noise was astronomical and banging the walls didn't stop it. My building manager was quite vocal. It HAD to be machine-pleasure because the old Jewish tenant couldn't have lasted five minutes. 2.5 hours was well beyond his capabilities. He could barely make it up and down the abbreviated staircases in the building. This kind of thing was every few days, sometimes every day, in that condo in Naklua.

 

This building had been advertised as a "long time" lease building only -- never, ever to be used as a "hotel" for drunken expats and their prostitutes. I checked that carefully and explicitly before I leased because I had run into that nonsense before. But it was used for that anyway. Many units were rented out nightly and many more weekly to short-stay sexpats who filled every waking hour with boozy parties with lady boys and very young girls. That made the living experience miserable. The Russians are too cheap to run their AC's so they all open their doors and windows and place big fans in the hallways, blasting their TVs, and their kids ride bicycles through the halls, slamming into tenants' doors and walls. It was a real nice place.

 

My lease ran out and I moved to a little town-home nearby. The maintenance issues were dismal even with the German owner living next door -- a nice but illogical and cheap-as-a-Jew man. One by one appliances went out and for the most part STAYED out for my two years there. He simply didn't want to maintain the place and couldn't figure out why people should think he must. One of the ACs developed a problem which we paid for to have repaired three times. We asked the owner to fix it once and for all, stating that we had already paid the repair bill three times. He simply wouldn't do it. So we ended up having to run the big AC in the living room, on high, all night, and using fans to try to duct cooler air into the bedroom so we could sleep. Finally the big AC died as well and he grudgingly replaced that with a tiny one, which could no longer cool the bedroom, and we endured that for our last five months.

 

The farang neighbor on the other side brought in some yapping little dogs. Yapping little dogs can be supremely annoying, but these were three hundred grades beyond merely annoying. No one had ever seen anything like it. The soi en masse called the police countless times with no relief (there IS no relief, mostly, in Thailand, for noise). The soi, all together, had the Italian fool arrested for it once. No relief. In the end, 11 homeowners in that soi signed a formal complaint to the mayor and submitted it in person. There was no relief. It was submitted again. There was no relief. It was very forcefully submitted a third time with no relief and we moved.

 

At the move-out inspection meeting there was found to be a grayish dust track on one wall, about three feet long, where an extension cord had hung between a table and a lamp (his table and his lamp). It was merely dust and when the landlord complained, I began to wipe it off with my finger, which worked perfectly. But he stopped me and said NO! (in German). That cannot be cleaned! I must repaint the entire wall! And one of his vinyl sofas, which had badly cracked armrests when we moved in, had armrests that were slightly more cracked when we moved out. The German landlord wanted us to buy a brand new sofa. At that instant I realized he was merely another farang scammer, lying to keep the deposit. He schlepped all but a few baht of my deposit. Once I realized he was a dishonest man, I cut all contact with him. He sent people to my house twice to ask me to come and be friends with him again. I sent them away. Still, he was twenty nine levels better than Jay Solomon.

 

We then moved into a huge semi-mansion in Naklua. It was yet another maintenance nightmare.

 

Things here are maintenance nightmares for several reasons:

 

1. The original construction is done by universally incompetent, lazy and slipshod workers.

 

2. The construction materials and fixtures are ALL of the very cheapest and inferior Chinese grades.

 

3. No maintenance is EVER done until something catastrophically fails, and then it costs five times as much to replace.

 

4. The repairs will be done by the same profoundly incompetent workers.

 

5. Any materials used in repairs will ALSO be of those same grossly inferior Chinese grades. It's nearly impossible here to get anything else because, after all, Thailand is merely a subservient province of China.

 

While there, a pipe under the house broke and the water bill was 8000 baht where normally it would be 130 baht. We paid for the repair BECAUSE THE OWNER WOULDN'T and it was found that two plastic pipes had been joined together with the male extending into the female coupling by probably less than 1/8 of an inch. No way it could have ever held, but it had for years, until it simply didn't. We had no way of knowing the pipe had burst way up under the house. We paid for the repair because the owner, an elderly farang who owned 17 houses in that village and three high-rise towers in Naklua, refused to repair it and then, when presented the bill, he refused to pay it either. Who ya gonna call? Ghost Busters? There is NO effective of rational court system in Thailand. Seeing that this would be the pattern forever, we moved.

 

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We went next into a gigantic five story shophouse a few blocks away. GF wanted to start a shop out front and she began building one and amassing materials and stocks. We paid this owner a "fee" to move in of 100,000 baht (similar to how it's done in Japan), plus three months rent in advance. We then invested another 180,000 baht into making it livable. Complete paint, roof to bottom, every room. Every faucet needed repair. Every drain was clogged. No toilets worked and one was irreparable. It was all on us. The entire electrical grid needed upgrading. We found that only two of the building's seven AC units worked. Ok, we thought -- let's get the five repaired. But when we brought in crews to do that we found that those five units had NO PARTS INSIDE. Nothing. Not even compressors. Even the copper wiring had been removed from the conduits and the walls. The owner had made NO MENTION of this, even though she'd lived there 20 years. We repaired them all. And a curious thing was that when it rained, water SHOT from inside the walls, out the electrical outlets INSIDE THE HOME. Why? Because the concrete walls were of such stunningly low quality that when the rain hit the side of the building, it was soaked into the porous concrete, and accumulated inside the walls on the lower floor, and when, say, several feet of water collected in there, INSIDE THE WALLS, the pressure began to force that water out through the electrical outlets and any other cracks or holes, and into the home. Ah, Thailand.

 

We were concerned about the area in front of the shop, since GF wanted to build her drive-up food stall out there. We asked the owner and were told that was our area, of course. We said we were still worried about it, and so she amended the lease with the promise that we had complete and total control of the front area and were welcome to use it in any way we wished, exclusively. So GF built her shop out there. But almost immediately, after the shop (two shops, actually) were up and running and doing well, we learned that "our space", as allowed in the lease, was actually a "common area" and could be used by anyone -- even as a public parking lot for cars from the street. The owner had had no right to speak for it at all. Anyone could use it. So anyone used it. GF would come out to open the shop and find it completely blocked by cars from the bars from the night before. We seldom found the owners of the cars (mostly drunk farangs) and even when we did, they just flipped us off or argued. Such lovely people. They parked very kind of vehicle out there, blocking GF's shop, nearly every day, and GF fought with them bitterly. Bitterly. And all the other shops in the strip had the same problem. When she placed some ceramic flower pots there to dissuade cars from parking in the eating areas of her shops, a man who had owned the building TWENTY YEARS BEFORE and now had no association with it whatsoever, arrived and told her she couldn't place flowers there, even though the entire area was covered by flower pots in front of all the other shops only a few feet away. AND HE NO LONGER OWNED ANY PROPERTY IN THE AREA AND HADN'T FOR TWENTY YEARS OR MORE! Stupefying arrogance.

 

GF very nearly attacked him, but she knuckled under and moved them "to avoid problems", as Thais usually do, usually to their own detriment. I put everything back and although we saw him drive by often, he never glanced in that direction again. Unfortunately the car parkers simply moved them in the night or smashed them, so none of it helped keep her shops open.

 

We brought the owner back to the shop and confronted her about the discrepancy between what she had signed in the lease, and what ultimately turned out to be true (that we couldn't stop anyone from blocking our shops). She finally looked down and admitted, yes, she had lied. We had no control over the area the lease clearly SAID we had control over. GF shut down her shops and merely watched the drunks come and park 24/7.

 

The finale came when a Harley Davidson repair shop moved in almost next door and gleefully razzed Harley engines for mostly farang customers all day and night. You could watch them -- they often weren't checking anything about a repair job except to glory in the cracking, barking noise of the new set of straight pipes they'd just installed. People closest to them fought them as if at war. Several other families moved away to escape the interminable cacophony. Those closest to the shop had called the police literally dozens and dozens of times. They provided no relief whatsoever.

 

We started home shopping again.

 

This time we ended up being taxied out to a home in NongPrue, a few miles from our shop, by "Robert (Bobby) Tillotson", the Brit agent from "Mr. Hankey Property rentals, Pattaya, Thailand -- oops, we mean Gecko Property Rentals". We met a man who was presenting a very over-priced home. But it was at the end of a tight little soi, and we honestly couldn't figure out how it could be anything but pleasant and serene.

 

After talking awhile, suddenly I recognized the owner -- it was none other than Jay Allan Solomon. Long lost idiot Jay Allan Solomon. I hadn't seen him in many years and with his mask on, I hadn't recognized him. What could be the odds.

 

I remembered instantly what a moronic pain in the ass the fool had been, but he was friendly enough and apparently never figured out that I had blocked him so many years before, and we really wanted the house, and at that time we believed we wouldn't be dealing with idiot Jay at all, but rather with the rental agency, Gecko, and money wasn't a problem, so we asked everything about it before consummating the deal.

 

I hated this man, so much so, that I had blocked him in a region where having a network of farang friends was almost critical to survival -- but I had still hated him enough to block him years before. Yet here he was. I decided to be the adult and simply purge from my memory all the insane bullshit this man was responsible for in years past. This would be a new beginning. I would do a Master Reset on Jay Allan Solomon and take it as a brand new start from that moment forward. Surely, surely this fool had grown up and found another brain cell to rub against the one he had, and start thinking and learning what appropriate behavior was in civilized society. Surely this had happened in all these years. I mean, it must have, right? No one can keep on keepin' on at the low social level Jay Allan Solomon was operating at. In the US, he would have been ostracized, then probably eventually killed. I have a hunch his divorce records from the US (New York) will be revealing. They're available via FOIA. I'll post them right here as time allows. I wonder if his Thai divorce records are available as well. A few bucks oughta produce them.

 

Before moving in to this new home in Nong Prue, Jay Allan Solomon said there was a family catty-corner from us who had small children. No problem. They had a gate. They kept them inside. I watched them for a few moments. They seemed like a normal family from the bush -- no manners, no sense of appropriate behavior, no concept of indoor and outdoor voices, but still. They weren't facing us exactly (supremely sorry to the lady they ARE facing who finally has been driven to apoplexy and says she has listed her home for sale because of them), so it should all be doable for us in any case, and it more or less was. They had a large family, with maybe half a dozen adults there and several screaming kids in diapers and a mom who bellered at them constantly, with lots of parties and many vehicles who had no place to park and almost constantly blocked the tiny one-way lane. Still, had that loud house, that had been gifted to the current resident by his gay lover when he died, been the only problem, we wouldn't have liked it, but it would have been tolerable. Unfortunately, too many other problems began to rear their ugly asses.

 

As stated above, one of the reasons we were forced to shut down our shops in our old shophouse was because of rude drivers who insisted on parking their cars and motorbikes right in the eating areas for our two restaurants. That was the space BETWEEN the sidewalk and the steps to our shop. As I mentioned, the owner had written in the lease that that area was OURS and that we could control it for our shops. Turned out we had NO control over that area. She had lied in order to rent her shop, exactly the same as Jay Allan Solomon did in our new home. We did try to keep the parkers out of the old shophouse area with all manner of barriers and threats of being towed. Nothing worked though we fought it for a year, and it was the same situation for the entire strip of shops. One shop had been there 11 years but was forced out due to this. For the last four or five months of our stay there we simply shut down our shops and sat and watched the vehicles park where our tables used to be. We were responsible to physically maintain that area, but we couldn't use it. Ask them to move out of the seating and table area of your restaurants? Most would flip you off and walk away. Remember, they were parking BETWEEN the sidewalk and our steps! They would literally drive through or over our barriers and park actually BETWEEN the tables as people were sitting and eating with families, sometimes even knocking the tables with their motorbikes. The vast majority were loud, drunk, greasy farang sexpats. My girlfriend lost two businesses due to those losers. Please, Thailand, get these bastards out of your country, or at least learn to vet them before letting them in. I can show you how.

 

Finally, after being let out of the lease by the lying landlady in the shophouse, we rented from Jay Allan Solomon and Robert (Bobby) Tillotson, and that's why we were so keen to find a quiet spot on a dead-end soi, and to be sure, sure, SURE that no one could park and block us as they had done for two years at our big shop. Unfortunately Jay Allan Solomon lied through his fucking teeth, just to get us in. Welcome to the world of Monkeys Wearing Pants (idiot farangs) Thailand.

 

Incidentally the lady owner of the big shop was mortified at what she had done. When finally confronted, she admitted lying and hung her head and refunded our deposit. That owner gracefully let us out of the lease, of course, BECAUSE SHE WAS A LIAR and she knew it and she was sorry for it. At least she had that tiny fleck of remorse, quite unlike Jay Allan Solomon who lied and then tried to double down and fleece us even more.

 

Jay Allan Solomon did volunteer to me that the old condo with the noise problem, where he replaced single-pane windows with, wait for it, single pane windows, remained vacant for over two years. And he said I'd been right about the problem and the solution, and he had eventually put in proper sound-barrier windows, and then it rented. I guess Jay Allan Solomon really showed the world HE wasn't going to be pushed around. Two years of lost revenue because he was just that stupid.

 

To reiterate, Jay Allan Solomon explained that the parking spot just outside our gate of the new home was OUR spot. He explained that it went with the house, so if we had a second car, we could park it there, because that was OUR area and we could put anything we wanted out there, forever. You'll see his exact words transcribed here, further down. We took him at his word, apparently not remembering the bullshit with the common area at the shophouse. Jay Allan Solomon was a farang, like me. No cultural misunderstanding there. We understood each other. The area was ours. Ok. Got it. Noted. Thank you. No need to repeat it (but he did). Your word is your bond. Ah, but this was an ex NYC Jewish Realtor. Honor? What's that? That's an outdated concept and the philosophy of the foolish, right? It's rather like the Chinese philosophy of "working smart", and stealing is easier than working, so that is ok. Stealing is merely "working smart".

 

I paid the required lump sum, 25,000 for the first months' rent, and 25,000 for the last month's rent (I thought), and 25,000 for the damage deposit. Standard contract, just like every other country on earth. Same contract I had used on my own rentals for decades in the US. Same basic template. No worries.

 

We dealt with Robert (Bobby)(aka "Digger") Tillotson to get it all set up and going and it was more or less smooth.

 

After signing and moving in, Jay Allan Solomon was out every day, complaining that we "sure had a lot of stuff". Well, yeah, it's called MOVING Jay! Are we breaking the lease in some way, I wanted to ask him after each of his little tirades about how much "stuff" we had. But I kept my mouth shut. Honestly. I hated Jay Allan Solomon. I had seen him on the street in Pattaya with his 23 year old occasionally, years before, after I blocked him, but I always turned away so he didn't see ME. I wanted nothing to do with the embarrassing, silly damned oaf, but this house was just what we needed, and we could keep it strictly business, and we really only had to deal with Robert (Bobby) Tillotson (and "Mr. Hankey (Gecko) Property rentals, Pattaya, Thailand"), but Jay CONSTANTLY showed up and emailed and we ended up dealing with Jay almost exclusively.

 

Still, it should be just fine, right? Of course it would.

 

Our move-in day was the 1st. The house had technically become "ours" at midnight, the night before. We showed up in mid-afternoon. No one around. We walked into "our" master bedroom. There was Jay Allan Solomon, spread-eagled on what was now "our" bed, pants opened, one hand down the pants and the other holding his cell phone, his fat red belly poking out. He was startled and quickly turned off his phone.

 

"Oh! You came today?"

 

"Yes, Jay; today is the first and today is move-in day."

 

"Oh! Oh! Ok!" He gets up, fastens his pants and comes out.

 

Absolutely an odious damned pig of a fucking man, always inappropriate, always supremely annoying. We started to wonder what he might be up to if we ever took a long trip out of the country. He had the master keys. Would he have prostitutes in our bed and pool? Or would he just come over alone and go through GF's panties and jerk off? What a fucking clod. What a fucking piece of Goddamned human shit. At that moment I realized I had made a terrible mistake renting from Jay Allan Solomon AGAIN. How stupid could I be? Apparently pretty Goddamned stupid.

 

Jay Allan Solomon has demonstrated that he is the consummate "sex-pat" (i.e. expat who comes to SE Asia ONLY to fuck young girls, the younger the better, and as many as humanly possible). He talks constantly about his conquests. He is very active in all SE Asian dating sites. He's ugly yes, but the SE Asian girls DON'T CARE because they're not in this for any kind of relationship -- they're in it to find any ways possible to GET MONEY, mostly to feed their starving children, put them into schools, and to try to bring some relief to their aging parents. For them, fucking disgusting, repugnant old men is a JOB, call it "Dirty Jobs" if you will after the TV series, though to this day, Jay doesn't grasp that. One type of this girl asks for the money straight up after the condom is full. The other type asks for it but not DIRECTLY connected to any particular sex act. They think they're so clever in that way. Some are more clever than others, but that is the SOLE purpose of their interest in ancient revolting farangs. Jay Allan Solomon has no concept of this, as many or most farangs here don't. They actually believe that 18 year old girls who speak no English genuinely love them after the first hour, and WANT to go to their room to have sex. Because they lo them. Right.

 

The girls tell me sometimes they go into the bathroom and vomit afterwards. Sometimes they cry. But they are doing it for themselves and, what's possibly even more important than themselves, for their families. Some families will push them to go find a farang so the family can benefit; some only grudgingly tolerate it. The family of the 23+- year old girlfriend Jay Allan Solomon had when I met him was vehemently against her going off with Jay Allan Solomon. They hated his guts, he admitted. She was a registered nurse in Bangkok with a great future ahead of her -- but of course not enough pay even to live on until she was in her 40's. A factory worker here earns about $3.90 a day. A nurse, maybe 60% more. A friend here graduated law school and went looking for her first job. The best offer she got was $400/month. She never worked in law but started her own online business selling noodles and she did amazingly well.

 

But her German boyfriend, another 70-something sexpat, had secretly changed all the ownership docs of the business into his own name (Facebook business account), and when they split, he simply stole her business. He simply stole her business. Let me say it again: This drunken German sexpat simply stole her entire business. I actually looked for him for awhile to "have words" face to face. Please understand, I am TIRED of con artists and thieves. Later, when he ran that business into the ground, she discovered he had kept one of her credit cards and had withdrawn 180,000 baht, which she must now pay back because they can't seem to find or catch this fucking geezer. And they say Thais are scammers. Well, some Thais are scammers, but in my experience, nearly ALL farangs are scammers to a far greater degree, even cheating and stealing from the Thais. I belabor this point, but it's a big point: I do not believe Thailand enjoys much of a net gain from allowing farangs into the Kingdom. Maybe allowing their money to come in is 3 steps forwards, but it's also 2.999 steps backwards. Get them the fuck out of Thailand. How many Thais would agree with this? The majority.

 

Jay Allan Solomon's 23-something year old GF began cheating on him almost immediately. Every time she and Jay Allan Solomon met with me, I caught her looking over him and smiling at me, giving me the raised eyebrows look. I never mentioned it to him. Not my business. But Jay Allan Solomon thought she loved him dearly and exclusively, forever and ever, and he was always eager to mention little things he got her to do in bed. I'll say it again: What a sack of human shit.

 

He finally caught her cheating by reading her online messages. She convinced him it was just a fling. Jay Allan Solomon believed her. He'd been here something like 20 years at that point, but still he believed her. Shortly after, she announced she was leaving him and marrying an ancient fat man in Germany. Maybe he offered her more. Or maybe he just wasn't such an embarrassing or revolting Goddamned fool as Solomon. She dumped Jay Allan Solomon flat in one solitary text, and he was devastated. That was five years ago. But every visit to me was punctuated by his threats of wanting to kill her. Great guy. Knowing now what a louse this guy is, I should have fucked her too and sent him the video. I think that was a pretty regular thing for her but Jay was clueless. God but Jay hated her for dumping him. She had simply sent him a text after some five or so years. Lot of respect there, eh Jay? Yes, you earned everything you got, bro.

 

We'd been in Jay Allan Solomon's new home, the one this website is really about, four days -- not really "in" as we spent 90% of our time at our old shophouse, packing. We'd had five floors there, all jammed to the rafters with stuff, plus the two shops out front that had been mothballed about 5 months before, due to the parking problem. We'd owned two of the shops out front, and we had rented to a third shop (they had been there 11 years total), but they had moved out also due to the parking problem also.

 

In any case, on the fourth day of bringing things to Jay Allan Solomon's home, I went in the back of the house for the first time and noticed that the reserve water tank for the house was overflowing slightly. Thailand homes MUST use reserve tanks because Thailand's public water system in some areas is a bit sketchy. Yes, they are improving it dramatically year by year, but still a long way to go. The infrastructure in Thailand is probably better than any other SE Asian country with the exception of Singapore and Hong Kong. Thais are trying very, very hard to bring it up and they are succeeding.

 

The city water flows into these tanks which are often hundreds or thousands of gallons, because there might not be any city water for weeks. So when the gettin's good, you gotta GIT that water and fill up your tank. Then, as you go along in daily life, you use the water not directly from the city, but from that tank, and when there is water available at any given time from the city, it is automatically replaced into the tank. It works perfectly well.

 

When the tanks are full, a simple float valve, such as the one on your toilet, stops the flow into the tank so it doesn't overflow. It works fine. When it works, which is usually. But periodically those valves will fail and not close off. It's usually due to dirty water coming from the city which gets into the valves and prevents them from completely shutting off the water. I've tried cleaning numerous models. Most are sealed and can't be cleaned or repaired. But they're cheap, as in $15, so you just swap them out even if they CAN be cleaned and re-seated.

 

In this case the tank was over-flowing at the rate of not more than half a gallon per hour. Very, very slow. But still, it needed to be fixed. We'd only been there four days. I called Jay Allan Solomon and told him about it, and live-streamed a vid of it. He immediately seemed to go into panic mode and began yelling over the phone, "HOW CAN THIS HAPPEN?! WHAT DID YOU DO?! WERE YOU BACK THERE SCREWING AROUND WITH IT?! WERE YOU?! WHAT DID YOU DO?! DID YOU FUCK THAT UP!?"

 

This was a repeat performance of the coin in the washing machine so many years ago and his accusatory, rude and insulting tone frankly pissed me off. I told him, "NO, OF COURSE I WASN'T BACK THERE 'SCREWING AROUND' WITH ANYTHING JAY! THIS IS THE FIRST TIME I'VE BEEN BACK THERE!!!" I was quite annoyed and still am today as I remember and chronicle this.

 

That backed him down, but he was virtually panicked over this and had absolutely no concept of how this could ever happen. He had 17 rentals at that time I think, and had had close to that number for some 20 years, and he had never run into this? I would have thought he'd be replacing several per year!

 

I removed the valve and float and sent him pictures. He went to the hardware store. It was replaced in four minutes. Done deal. No harm, no foul. But he kept bringing that up every single time he came over, which was quite a few times per week, as though he actually believed I had gone out in the back, and taken off the top of the water tank, and did.....what? WHAT, exactly, Jay? Sabotaged the float valve for fun and profit? I was beginning to remember Jay only too well and it was getting more and more difficult not to be testy with him. I just plain didn't like this man. I don't think ANYONE does..

 

He seemed to really love complaining about our boxes in the carport and would flip up the lids and peer inside, "Anything you want to sell? You want to sell that? You want to sell that? What about this? What is that for? Do you want it? What does THAT do? Anything for free? What about this? What about that? Do you want it? What are you gonna do with THIS?" Endlessly. Endlessly.

 

It was in this time period that he pulled out in front of a Thai girl on a scooter and got t-boned. She wasn't hurt badly, thankfully. --His second such accident that I knew of, both of them t-bones. A Thai man from the first one was injured very, very badly.

 

Jay likes to load his rentals up with flowers and other vegetation. This was the case in every place I rented from him. Ok, he's a flower guy and that's perfectly fine. But not everyone is and not everyone wants to be inconvenienced with their care. In this current home, Jay had, as always, spent a small fortune vegetating the place with far too many plants, trees and flowers. It was a significant inconvenience to take care of them. If Jay likes them, then Jay should have them in his home and not force them on others unless they also want them. In this home I was wondering if Jay could reduce the number of flowers and plants. It was all too much.

 

I asked what he could take away and he said he could take something like five or six plants that were out front. At least that was a start. I said great, and he did take them away. They were in perfect condition because I had taken perfect care of them, even though I didn't have the time. Jay took them home and put them inside his condo in Na Jomtien. Apparently a centipede crawled out of one on the first night and visited him in bed. They had been outdoor plants, of course, but Jay related this centipede visitation to me and seemed perturbed that I would give him back his own outdoor plants with a centipede living in one. Of course, how would anyone ever know? Jay tried and tried to think of some angle, any angle at all whereby the centipede in the plant could be construed as somehow being my fault. I watched him dodge and weave and start at it from different angles and before he could get up any steam on any particular tack he would realize how stupid it was, and be quiet for a second, and then try to come back at it from some new angle, as though he was SURE that centipede had been purposely planted in the flower box. Honestly, had I thought of it...... But absolutely nothing under the sun is Jay's fault. He pulls out in front of a Thai girl on a motorbike and she hits him broadside because she can't stop. But it's her fault and he argues that for seven hours (!)(his estimate) at the police station in Nong Prue. A guy t-bones him in Jomtien. But it's that guy's fault too (he said he paid the cop for a favorable report). He forgets to put gas in his car and it runs out in the middle of nowhere; it's someone else's fault. That is Jay Solomon.

 

In any case, he abandon that bizarre little centipede verbal dance before long and that and was fine -- Jay was a whack job. No big deal. Every other sentence out of his mouth is something stupid like that and you learned to just ignore it. Unfortunately, a month or two later, Jay came to me to tell me the plants had all died. He said he had transplanted them and they all died. The intonation was that maybe I had something to do with that. He said, "It's a good thing they died in my house and not yours, or you might have been looking at _______." I can't remember the end of that sentence verbatim, or the penalty he thought I might be subject to, but the message was clear: Had they died in my rental for ANY reason, I'd be on the hook for them. Never mind that they either had a disease, or JAY had killed them by transplanting them (most likely). He was just sort of fishing for any tiny little thing he could threaten me with and as always, it made me hate the fool just a little more.

 

I related to Jay a story about a house we had rented years before from a filthy-rich man (owner of three high-rise condo BUILDINGS (not units). That house turned out to be a crumbling mess and that owner wouldn't fix anything either, as I've related in this web page already. We actually had to file an insurance claim for a huge amount of damage to our computers because their piping had been installed improperly (Chinese style) and burst in the ceiling. The claim was paid.

 

I mentioned this tale earlier but here's a bit more detail on it:

 

Six months later, instead of our normal 130 baht water bill, we received one for 8000 baht. We assumed it was a meter problem and called the company out to verify they meter. They did so; we watched them; they did it correctly. The 8000 baht bill would stand. We then set out to look for the water leak. It was found that, under the house, two PVC pipes had been butt-joined with one of them being inserted into the female coupler by not more than 1/8 inch. That's not a misprint. They had cut the pipe too short and that's as far as it could be inserted. They glued it and walked away. Years later it eventually failed and had been flooding under the house for a month. We asked the Chinese owner to fix it. He flatly refused. WE fixed it. We presented him the 8000 baht water bill. He flatly refused to pay it. WE paid it. I related that story to idiot Jay, as a kind of joke, to demonstrate just how insanely off their rockers some local landlords were. Jay indicated that, yes, it WAS our responsibility to pay for that(!). Had that conversation taken place before I signed this lease with A. Solomon, I hope I would have been intelligent enough to walk away.

 

I sold Jay A. Solomon a high-end e-scooter valued at 36,000b (anywhere), for 23,000b, a few days after we moved in. He saw it while casually perusing our stuff in the carport, and as usual, "You wanna sell that? How much? How much?" I think I thought Jay would appreciate the ludicrously low price. But of course Jay would only be marginally appreciative if the SELLER paid the BUYER some sum to take something. Anyway, it was a weak moment. I was still trying to get along with Jay but instinctively I knew it was a lost cause. Still, I tried; I was trying to effect the "master reset" in our relationship. I tried to explain to him the basic operation of the thing but he interrupted every. single. sentence. That's Jay. That's Jay. "Now Jay, be careful because this button will---"

 

"Hey! Remember that trip we took to north Thailand? Remember that? Do you remember that, huh? It was great, wasn't it? Remember that? Do you? Yeah, all the way up there with my kids -- you remember that trip? Huh? That was great, right? Wow! That was great. Right?!"

 

Was it an episode of Dumb and Dumber? Yes, it always is with Jay. I had the feeling that I was maybe the only human on earth who had gone with him on any kind of trip. I am truly a moron. I need to learn to follow my gut one Hell of a lot more. Fuck nice. Nice is for victims.

 

He messaged me endlessly in the first weeks, asking about the operation of the scooter -- all things I had told him over and over, even in writing, but he had either interrupted me and hadn't heard a single damned word, or he had heard, and had forgotten, or he was too lazy to go read the written instructions I had sent him. It was supremely annoying. I finally started prefacing my replies with, "Jay, as I've said before...." Or, "Jay, as I wrote before...." He finally stopped asking.

 

One day he messaged to say he had Covid. I said ok and didn't reply. And I secretly thought.....hmmm. Could this really happen? Could the world be so lucky?

 

There was no clause in the lease prohibiting pets. We had a small cat. A week after we began moving in, Jay came along, as he did far, far too regularly, and commented, while in the living room, "You can have all kinds of critters running around here if you want, as many as you want. This is your home to use as long as you want it." I thought it was an odd comment because we only had one and didn't want more and had voiced no such assertion or intent. Then, later, on about half of his subsequent visits (yes, he really was here THAT MUCH) he made constant derogatory comments about having pets and once suggested maybe I could take the cat out and kill it. He had never seen the cat once.

 

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Jay asked about the age of my girlfriend. I said she was 40-something (she would never tell me exactly -- I secretly figured 46). He then made an off-color comment about how her "little body had held up very well". How many men in the US would have knocked his dentures out for a crack like that? I wonder if those are the kinds of things that prompted him to leave the US so long ago: No one would tolerate his asinine bullshit. Sex is the predominant thought in this man's mind. It's a wonder he can tear his mind away from it long enough to competently drive a car -- oops, he can't.

 

Jay is transfixed with any kind of supplement that will "keep him going longer and harder" in bed (with 23 year olds or whatever). Maybe other sexpats want to hear that crap, but I sure as hell don't want to hear that crap. Good God, what an inappropriate thing to just blurt out and then rag on about for minutes, incessantly offering to bring me some. "Better than testosterone!" he would repeat again and again. When those kinds of comments come up, all you can do is turn away and change the subject and hope he doesn't steer it back to that again and again and again. Damn I hate sexpats. When he offered to bring me some of his "special supplements". I didn't even decline. I just didn't acknowledge the comments. When this ugly old rotting tuna starts bringing that crap up, and it's a favorite topic for him, it makes the bile rise up in the back of your throat. With Jay, it's usually better to pretend you didn't hear a lot of stuff.

 

DAMN I should have known better than to get involved AGAIN with Jay Solomon. Didn't I learn that lesson ten times over? And I should have known better than to get involved with ANY "property agent". They are mostly clever scammy scum the world over. Find a private owner and interview the Hell out of them. Take two hours. Take them to lunch. Ask them flat out if they drink. See if you can get them to drink a little (or a lot). See how they act after a couple of belts. The real character will begin to emerge. See how they treat the Thai staff in the restaurant. Ask them for the names and phone numbers of previous tenants. Seriously, do that literally! Make it a long lunch. Talk about various topics, even controversial ones, just to see if they're crazy. In the US they are beginning to develop databases where landlords and property managers (agents) can be reviewed, so unwary tenants can avoid people like Jay, and Bobby, and Gecko. That's hundreds of years in Thailand's future, and the agents who set up shop in Thailand know that full well and it's often the biggest motivation they have for coming here -- NO BAD REVIEWS ARE POSSIBLE! Imagine that! Thailand wants everyone in the dark.

 

Your landlord might be just a person with whom you have a simple agreement to rent a space and nothing ever goes wrong. I had ONE of those in ten years in Thailand. Or, your landlord can be an absolute horror, a bloody nightmare, an asshole of monumental proportions, a scammer, a fraudster, a THIEF as I consider Solomon, a liar, a jackass, the scum of the earth, just like Jay Solomon, and, as this website demonstrates, that can make your life a living hell.

 

He once asked me for advice about Thai girls. They routinely socked him for tens or hundreds of thousands of baht because he's just that stupid. I told him, "STOP GIVING MONEY TO THAI GIRLS YOU MEET ON THE INTERNET! JUST STOP!" "Well, I don't know," he said. "I think maybe this one is ok--". Then I decided it was great if they took him for everything he owned, because he sure as hell deserved it.

 

A bit later the water bill arrived at Jay's home.

 

In our five story shop, where we lived for a couple of years before getting entangled with this horse's ass, with our two shops out front (when running) and the other huge noodle shop out front, the combined water bill for all of that (three commercial shops and one five-floor home with five showers, two washing machines, a pool on the roof, six bathrooms (one for customers) -- the water bill had never exceeded 130 baht.

 

This water bill for four or so days in Jay's home was about 500 baht.

 

I immediately received notes from both Jay Allan Solomon and Robert (Bobby) Tillotson to PAY NOW.

 

I reminded them we had only been there four days out of that entire 30 day billing cycle and had barely been in the home during that time as we were still packing in the old shop. If our huge commercial shop was using 130 baht PER MONTH, then I argued that we couldn't have used 500 baht in four days, even with the slow leak! Jay insisted the entire leak was my fault, or that I hadn't noticed it was my fault -- never mind it was JAY who had been in the house for the month before us! It was madness. Bobby at Gecko ALSO tried to resist either he or Jay paying it. That one thing was another powerful tip-off into Jay's and Bobby's characters. I began just then to see Bobby for what he has proven himself to be now. Take take take take take TAKE, even if you KNOW you're not entitled to it. If you can get it by any means possible, illogical or dishonest or irrational or maybe even illegal, just TAKE it and let the victim fight later to try to get it back..

 

500 baht is pennies, really -- about $15us. I spend that much on lunch every day. But this brought back nasty memories of Jay Allan Solomon trying to scam me for 1200b electricity for being in his condo for the last four or five days of my stay (the one where he replaced all the windows with THE SAME WINDOWS), and I wasn't going to go for it a second time. I said no. Period. I wouldn't pay for a leak that clearly had been present for weeks or months before I ever signed the leased. A non-seating valve doesn't just start exactly on the first day of one month. It starts leaking very, very slowly, probably over the curse of six months. I was beginning to feel quite annoyed by Jay Allan Solomon because, after all, every human being he ever comes in contact with is eventually supremely annoyed by him.

 

He and Robert (Bobby) Tillotson tried for awhile to force me to pay. I kept saying no, but that I wanted to see the photos taken of the water meter at the moment of the signing of the lease. Two Thai girls had been there from "Mr. Hankey Property rentals, Pattaya, Thailand (Gecko)", taking pictures of everything. Unfortunately, they had "somehow" forgotten to take pictures of the meters, even though I saw them standing outside exactly at the meters, with cell phones pointing at the meters.

 

Did they ACTUALLY have a picture of the water meter, showing clearly that the errant water over-use had occurred BEFORE we ever got there, and didn't want us to see the pictures, so they could try to scam us for the relatively huge water bill? That's what I now believe, based on subsequent behavior by Bobby Tillotson and Jay Solomon. Imagine, going to such incredible subterfuge, for a lousy $12. I already considered Jay Allan Solomon a scammer. I had never had any inkling that "Mr. Hankey Property rentals, Pattaya, Thailand (Gecko Properties)" were also scammers. At that point I had to reassess.

 

In the end I kept refusing to pay anything more than a pro-rate of the 30 days of water use for that few days. Jay Allan Solomon was absolutely clueless about pro-rating anything at all. I had to explain the concept and the process to him again and again and again. He finally grasped it, sort of. I think Gecko (Mr. Hankey Property rentals, Pattaya, Thailand) understood the concept well enough from the get-go, but wanted to play stupid and so tried their hand at silly obfuscation. The pro-rate calculation came to something like 80 baht ($2.20) for my share (for God's sake you take the amount of the bill and divide it by 30! For God's sake that's all there is to it! Really! That's the entire concept!). I paid it, and that particular fiasco was done, but it was a harbinger of many more things to come. In the back of my mind, the alarm bells were starting to tinkle. On the shadowy periphery of my consciousness I began to wonder what we had gotten ourselves into with Jay Allan Solomon and "Mr. Hankey Gecko Property rentals, Pattaya, Thailand". And by the way, what was Jay Allan Solomon's background before coming to Thailand 20-some years before to buy a bunch of shitty condos and try to rent them out at a profit? He'd been a Real Estate Agent in New York City. I never knew why he left, except that he said his wife hated his guts. But now I wondered if he was yet another stupid, incompetent failed American businessman who had been forced or driven from the US by his failures and enemies. And now he has a few in Thailand, one of them of the mortal variety. Or maybe he came to Thailand simply because he couldn't get laid in America.

 

Jay Allan Solomon lamented long and hard about his teenage son in the US -- maybe 19 years old and being a basement-dwelling layabout (Jay's description) who dreamed only of being a professional Jewish rapper. Jay Allan Solomon thought that was a silly dream. But the fruit seldom falls far from the tree. I wish that kid great success. He sounded like a worthless spoiled brat.

 

During one of my previous rental terms with Jay Allan Solomon, he invited me to take a trip with him to Kamphaeng Phet in northern Thailand. Jay Allan Solomon drove us up with his kids and my Thai GF in the back seat. She was to babysit. She had three kids of her own and thought that was fine. Jay Allan Solomon's Thai kids, a boy and girl, were something like 5 and 7 years, both half Thai and speaking Thai. Jay Allan Solomon was divorcing from their Thai mom (he's not really lucky in love, go figure), who vehemently detested Jay Allan Solomon, he admitted frequently, but was allowing him limited visitations with the kids, and we were to return them to her up north.

 

The trip was from Hell. Jay Allan Solomon's driving was the second worst driving I had encountered in my life and I had worked for years as a semi-truck driver license examiner (test drives with Class-A applicants). Jay Allan Solomon was the second worst. We were almost killed on several occasions and almost killed others on other occasions. Once he drove past a turnoff to a snack booth and just JERKED the car over to the shoulder without a glance. Unfortunately there was a pedestrian who had to literally jump ad fall down to keep from being hit. The entire trip was a long and frightening litany of things just like that.

 

The kids were abject demons. -The most spoiled little brats I had ever seen (first place) and that record still stands today. GF said if they had been returning to Pattaya in that car with us she would have taken a bus. She was enraged and incensed, but Jay Allan Solomon was completely oblivious to their behavior and thought they were lovely, well-mannered little carpet sharks. I had not interacted with them in any way except to say hello (but not goodbye).

 

We had stayed in the same hotel as Jay Allan Solomon and eaten out with him every day. Every single meal with him was a profound embarrassment. I remember one occasion in which he ordered an apple from an open-sided street cafe. He was given the apple. He took it, then asked for it to be washed. I think the Thai seller was thinking, well, ok, that's a little weird in a Thailand, but no problem. So she took the apple somewhere and washed it, and handed it to Jay Allan Solomon. He took it, looked at it again, and asked that she wash it again. She looked at him for a long moment this time, trying to decide whether to just tell him to shove it. But she did take it back, and wash it again, and presented it to him again. He took it, and looked at it, and asked for it to be washed a third time. Now the seller was flat-out pissed, and snatched it back and took it to a sink and then yelled over at Jay Allan Solomon, saying, in Thai, as GF related to me later, "See! See! I am washing it for the third time! Will that be enough for you? Will that be enough for you?!" Jay Allan Solomon took it and ate it that time. I apologized to the seller in my bad Thai. I don't know if she understood me or not. But my Thai GF apologized as well. This man simply wasn't litter-box trained and had no business being out in public even in New York without a keeper. Maybe on a dog leash. Once back in Pattaya, GF refused to say goodbye to him.

 

We did get moved in, in Jay's new home in Nongprue, and had to stack many boxes out in the carport, waiting to be given away or sold. The house was tiny and our shop had been huge. Jay Allan Solomon showed up on many occasions to whine and complain about how much stuff we had. I was close to confronting him angrily, asking if we were violating the lease in some way by temporarily storing boxes in the carport -- completely invisible to any neighbors of course. But I didn't confront him. I regret that now. This jackass needs to be confronted boldly, and often. If not, he'll take more liberties and more liberties and become bolder and bolder and more insulting and more insulting. He preys on the polite. You can NOT afford him that courtesy. Like any spoiled brat he must be kept in line and shown his place or he will overrun any situation. He thinks your good manners and restraint are a license to be a jackass. Many fools think that, right up to the point where their victims have bloody-well had enough and the teeth go flying. Then they're shocked. I wonder how many times Solomon was shocked out on the playground in school. I'm betting more than a few -- or he ran away. But he didn't seem to learn.

 

In the first week or so we had numerous snake problems. The source was found to be that the entire back side of the house and water tank pad sported a gap of perhaps eight inches high by twenty feet long. The entire underside of this slab house was a snake den. Thanks again, Jay Allan Solomon. You couldn't have noticed this? We brought out the government snake people who sprayed and put us on the list for emergency service. We did find several and I dispatched them. Malayan Pit Vipers are very common here. Nice touch Jay. After that, every time Jay showed up, he whined about how our storage boxes in the carport were "probably attracting snakes" and that he "wouldn't be responsible if anyone got bitten!" What a fucking jackass. He was trying to compensate for his stupidity in leaving the entire underside of the home open. Everything MUST be someone else's fault. It MUST. It MUST. Because, I presume, his mommy told him it was.

 

Jay Allan Solomon did agree to pay for having that area capped over with concrete but I had to take care of it even while struggling to get moved in, and do some of the labor. Imagine, you're a week into a new home, trying to deal with five floors of household items stuffed into a tiny one-floor house, yet YOU, the paying tenant, has to locate workmen, oversee them for a concrete job, do some of their work for them, pay them, and then recover the funds later. Nice touch, Jay Allan Solomon. Nice touch.

 

We had other problems on an ongoing basis. We barely had time to sort out our stuff between dealing with the shortcomings of the home. Here's a list of just a few items I kept on the phone:

 

This house has more problems than I bargained for, mostly due to improper installations, improper/incompetent (or no) maintenance, and the cheapest, crappiest Chinese parts being used for everything.

 

Tried to pay first electric bill electric company refused to accept it. Jay Allan Solomon had to physically go to their office in order to straighten out the mistake. Something glitched in their database; it seemed Jay had not properly transfered over the account from the previous owner

 

Electric gate can’t be used because can’t get in if power is off and wrong gate motor was installed by Jay so can’t reach with key to unlock gate from motor. We were trapped outside twice due to this, once for 35 minutes, and once for over three hours after returning from grocery shopping. All perishables were lost. Now gate motor must remain disconnected and the gate is extremely, extremely heavy -- GF can barely move it, and in the daytime it's too hot to touch without gloves or a rag. When this was explained very carefully to Jay Allan Solomon he said, and I'm going to put his response on a new line:

 

"The gate remote should be under warranty"(!!!!).

 

When explained to him again, again he said, “Well I hope it gets better, good night.” Little door to access gate motor was welded shut. Had to grind out welds in order to be able to open it.

 

Leaking hose in back bathroom causing minor flooding due to NO WASHERS INSTALLED in two hoses (toilet and sprayer!!! We think Jay Allan Solomon installed those but he wouldn't admit it. Imagine, no washers on hose connections -- that is absolutely Jay Allan Solomon's style.

 

Toilet in back bathroom was found to be covered inside with diarrhea and a glob on the outside as well. Real fun to clean, Jay, --your runs?

 

[As far as we know, Jay was the only one in the home for the week or two before we got there, unless he had visitors. Maybe prostitutes? The mess was old and dry.]

 

Fixed broken latch on bedroom door

 

Faulty lock on front door. Fixed

 

Black grit everywhere from roof after every rain. No gutters on front side of house (only on the back) and the sand leaches out of the roof tiles. Amazing Thailand! Sand also overflows from a palm tree installation next to the pool that was grossly overfilled by Jay, so when it rains that sand also overflows and is miserable to sweep. Not so bad if you do it with water. To keep the place semi clean you must do it multiple times per day when it rains. Jay LOVES to install all manner of greenery, but never stops to think about the effort it takes to maintain it!

 

Black sand comes off the roof tiles during rains (continuously in the monsoons, for days at a time). It deposits everywhere on the deck and looks atrocious because, stunningly, the builders installed beautiful eves (gutters) all around the back of the house, but not in the front. Amazing Thailand! If you try to sweep it, it breaks down into something about as fine as flour and refuses to be swept. --Only way is to hose it. The rain won't ever wash it away because the deck wasn't designed to drain; it's almost perfectly level. The puddle, center right, is a result of the deck concrete sagging. There is no designed drainage because, again, the deck is nearly as level as a pool table. In this image, it's not deep, but during more rain it will become deep enough to go over the tops of your shoes. That's fun. So here's the procedure: If you come home with arms loaded with groceries, or you need to go out, you must balance along the edge of the swimming pool to bypass the rain pool. When we first arrived it did drain, albeit very slowly, through the cracks in the concrete right at the center of the puddle. But then Jay Solomon came along, and we all know what happens next: As I watched, trying not to accidentally look directly at his eight inches of exposed ass crack (you'll go instantly blind, or be turned to stone, either one), Jay mixed up a bucket of concrete and....wait for it....PLUGGED THE CRACKS. You can see better pics of his handiwork either above or below on this page. The concrete that filled the cracks in the center, that was exposed and visible, all cracked off within days, but there was still enough left down inside the cracks to prevent the water from draining out. So, now, you get to use brooms or big parking lot squeegees to push the water to the drains under the gate. Of course every time you pressure-spray the sand away, you must again squeegee out the pond in the picture, shown here at perhaps 1/8 as full as it can get (it can get to perhaps 3 inches). Small thing? Sure. But ten thousand small things can PISS YOU OFF.

 

I remember Obama making a comment about Biden before Biden got into office, it was, "Never underestimate the things Joe Biden can fuck up" --no, wait. That's not verbatim. Here it is verbatim: "Don't underestimate Joe's ability to fuck things up." Let's change it to say, "Don't underestimate Jay's ability to fuck things up." Now you've got it. I debated showing Jay how to fix it properly for awhile, then I thought....naw. After a couple of months we gave up trying to maintain this place at all. We had fixed most things already, with our work and at our expense, so there wasn't a lot left, but even then, if new things came up, we just left them. Enough was enough. Jay didn't care, so why should we?

 

In one of Jay's condo rentals years before, Jay and very young girlfriend were over to collect rent or something (Jay always insisted on it being paid IN CASH, and IN PERSON. Gee, we wonder what THAT was about, right? The tax folks will be very happy indeed to here this testimony). In any case, I was commenting to Jay that even though the condo was old and it showed it, it was a nice layout and I liked it, except for the single blasting bar down in the soi -- the one so loud it blasted out all the other loud bars. But I motioned toward the door frame between the living room and bedroom as an example, one of dozens in that tiny apartment, which had been freshly painted before I moved in, and commented to the effect that it was sure a shame the workers who painted the place had done such an incredibly bad job. It was a criminally bad job. In places where one color was to stop and another color was to start, they often slopped over with the old color, onto the new color, by as much as four or five inches, just random sloppy brush strokes, like they were watching TV while they painted. It looked like a painting job done by a drunken three year old and there is not one gram of exaggeration in that. It was just hideous. The colors were nice and so forth, but the painters couldn't even begin to paint within the lines. I was just idly musing about that because it was bad enough that it made the place look 30 years older than it had to look. It was perhaps the most horrible paint job I had ever seen, and I asked, why in the world would painters slop so far over into the next color but then not fix it? His young girlfriend instantly looked at Jay and her face dropped, and Jay looked at her, and then both looked at the floor, and I KNEW. THEY had painted that old condo; it seemed crystal clear.

 

In this new house, Jay had erected a fake greenery latticework over the middle of an exterior wall. It looked sort of ok, but you also began to wonder why someone had gone to all the trouble to drill holes in the concrete walls and mount this thing, maybe 2 x 2 meters, in such an odd place. No big deal, but one just idly wondered. Jay saw me looking at it one day and commented, "Oh, yeah, that. Well, I put that there to cover a 'mistake by the painters'". And I instantly got THAT, too.

 

Below: Area of water puddle by pool due to settling deck which creates a large pool after every rain, must be manually drained after every rain. Tired of doing it, sometimes several times a day. The rain creates quite a deep little lake. As it stood it would drain slowly if left alone. But Jay Allan Solomon decided to “fix” it by filling in the little drain cracks with concrete. Now it never drains.

 

 

Above and below, examples of Jay Allan Solomon's handiwork a few weeks ago(!) using concrete to patch (1) the drain holes in the area where the rainwater pools, blocking the walkway from the front door (now there's no drainage at all), and (2) Jay Allan Solomon's notion that a crack in a walkway in the back needed his professional attention. For what? We never knew. But he does it so well! I watched him do these and other repairs, all the while trying to avoid accidentally glancing into that shadowy Grand Canyon that was his hairy ass every time he bent over. He must have asked me fifty times, "Is this ok? Looks great, right?" Since this was occurring soon after my resolution to make a "new start" with Jay Allan Solomon, I just kept repeating, "Yes! Wow! Looks fine! Looks great, Jay!!" To which he would reply, "Yeah! I think so! Looks great, doesn't it! Looks like a professional did it, right? Right?" I kept nodding. --His house, not mine, but every single thing this man ever touches turns out just like this or often much worse.

 

In the back, there is a small shed for the pool filter pump. Jay Allan Solomon paid a local to make a door for it. It was made in typical local fashion -- badly -- out of thin CLAY (clay!) panels, maybe 1/4 inch thick, delicate as peanut brittle. Smart choice of materials. Within a week I found a small piece of that clay sheet on the ground in front of the shack, broken off from the bottom of one of the doors. Could have been the pool guy who accessed the shed often, or could have been a damned cat -- it was that delicate. I collected the piece and set it aside to be maybe reattached in some fashion. It was about the size of a coffee cup and didn't affect the function of the shed at all. Jay Allan Solomon noticed it and immediately accused me of kicking it. Instantly ticked off, as usual, I snapped a bit and asked him what might have been my purpose for kicking it, Jay?!? Jay said he didn't know, but maybe I had. Total cost to replace? About $1. Jay suggested repeatedly that I should force the pool man to replace the panel at his expense. I said, "Jay, we don't even know if the pool man did it!" His response was always to intimate that maybe that didn't really matter. He would shrug and say, well? [I was going to pay (PAY) the pool man or his friend a few hundred baht to replace the tile with a matching one, but soon after Jay began going lazy and mental, and I said to Hell with all things Jay and this home and stopped fixing anything.]

 

Jay Allan Solomon only had this place a few weeks before we moved in but he was ever so busy "repairing", so now the whole property is an absurd patchwork of Jay Allan Solomon's handiwork. Eventually it will look like a cheap bush home.

 

Looks like a little kid was playing with play-dough, doesn't it? Work about three weeks old, same as above.

 

By contrast, two images below show the concrete snake barriers I had to arrange, design, contract and pay for, AND HELP BUILD, to deal with the pit viper nest(s) under the house and water tank platform. Had Jay done it, it would have looked like the above. Imagine, you're just moving in and it is one Hell of a mess. You're trying to condense down the belongings collected over years from two shops and a five-story double shop house, into a tiny residential home. All the moving, all the arrangements, all the selling off of excess stuff, buyers coming ten times a day, a million ads to create, post and respond to, crates and crates going to storage -- you know this because you've moved before, though maybe not a move of this magnitude. But we are then immediately hit with SNAKES GALORE. Under the tables out front, in the daytime, in the night time, right at the doors, on the rim of the pool, in the back -- snakes, snakes, and more snakes, Malayan Pit Vipers. Nasty little spuds. The government folks came out and said yep -- you have a problem! But Jay can't be bothered to simply come in and FIX IT. Nope. Jay probably had Bangkok girls over, one after another, as fast as he could "process" them. So he simply dumps the entire problem on us and tells us to take it out of the rent. Thanks Jay, you worthless piece of shit! I think that by sealing off this home, the nests were contained under the house and all the snakes (lots of babies too) probably died under there, but no way to really know. They could have tunneled out somewhere, especially on the side that's adjacent to the neighbor's chicken lot, and could well be hanging around, making more babies. If Jay mentions this AT ALL to the new tenants, I'll be very curious to hear how he downplays it, or just lies outright (don't worry, we'll be writing to ALL his tenants to advise them of this website and to ask questions). In time we will be contacting every single home, condo, or whatever, that Jay is involved in in any way, and they will all receive a copy of this website. I truly have no words for this guy. I truly don't. I can't count how many landlords I've had around the world -- I can't even count the countries. But this pathetic jackass takes the cake.

Above and below, MY concrete snake barriers, taken care of by me because Jay was too "busy"

 

Light bulbs broken off in sockets everywhere! All fixed

 

Wheels on main sliding doors frozen solid. Not turning at all for years, little wheels worn flat. Fixed one door, not the other

 

Broken pool light. Can’t fix because idiot previous owner actually stripped out all the underground wire(!!).

 

Water comes in through front sliding doors and floods living room dramatically during heavy rain if the wind is against that side of the house. Gutters might stop it, but no gutters except in the back!

 

Faulty tank float when first arrived. Jay Allan Solomon tried to claim I had somehow messed with it. The water bill was five times normal because it had been leaking slowly but for weeks before we moved in. Jay Allan Solomon tried to make us pay for that bill even tho we had not lived here. Fixed

 

Snakes! Had to concrete accesses to under house and water tank. Snakes were everywhere. Fixed

 

White flecks from water pipes, because pipes can’t handle hot water (Jay Allan Solomon had for some bizarre reason installed a "whole house" "water boiler" in the back, instead of the "on-demand" heaters used all through SE Asia. No clue why. So now very hot water goes through PVC pips not designed for it and causes the plastic to slough off the insides of the pipes). Had to remove all faucet screens. Jay actually knew about this and his solution was to just go around and clean out the faucet screens every couple of days. Forever, Jay? Forever?

 

We endured quite a confrontational demeanor in Jay when we first moved in over the pool maintenance man, a Thai who speaks passable English, always, always shows up on time, and does excellent work. He was doing two pool cleanings per week for a total 1500 baht per month which is about $40us (total for the month!). That didn't include chemicals. He cleaned the pool, surface and bottom, and adjusted all chemicals, checked the filters and replaced as necessary, and did a spot-on perfect job, every time. Chemicals were extra, at a few hundred baht per month (a hundred baht is about $2.60). Jay thought this was beyond outrageous. Far too expensive. "Thais just want to get rich off us!" Jay would exclaim. The payment for the pool man was paid by me, directly to the pool man, and taken from Jay's rent. Jay pushed me very, very hard to fire the pool man so he could find someone cheaper. I pushed back. The man said he just couldn't continue working for that wage, and cited all the extra work around the property that Jay had sort of conned him into doing for free, or for very, very small money, with the inferred promise that he could keep managing the pool, then Jay wanted to fire him. The man was also saying he had to quit because the pay was too low and Jay wanted me to fire him because he felt his pay was too high. I finally told the man to have his boss renegotiate with Jay and if he couldn't come to an agreement, I'd personally bump in 500b per month to the existing deal, just to keep him employed. In the end, Jay said ok, he would allow the man to be paid 2000b per month but he had to supply the chemicals himself. So the man got a raise of about $5us per month, for eight complete pool services during each month. This kind of thing was jay's M.O. for every single interaction, whether with me, or anyone else. I know for a fact that he is hated and reviled in numerous condo buildings by their management, and this kind of BS is why. I so deeply regret getting involved with this idiot a second time. This website will be DELIVERED to each and every building Jay has a condo in. I promise, it will.

 

[Just as an aside, Jay is always in need of normal, on-demand hot-water heaters because the ones you buy in Thailand are straight-up Chinese junk, and will last one to two years tops. He has around 13-17 units in Pattaya, perpetually for rent. The Chinese on-demand water heaters cost around 2500 baht. You can buy a good quality heater, German made, for around 7-8000 baht and it will last 14-20 years or even well beyond, literally. When we moved into Jay Solomon's home here in Nongprue (Nong Prue, Banglamung, Chonburi), Jay made a habit of rudely rooting in our boxes out in the carport without permission, asking if we wanted to sell this? How about this? What does THIS do? Wanna sell THAT thing? What is THAT for?? Then he would usually make some tiny joke that was nonsensical and do a sort of giggle, like Mash's Frank Burns, as if he was ever so clever and cute. It was all our personal stuff, but that's how Jay rolls (obnoxiously). At one point he noticed our two German hot water heaters that we had pulled from our commercial shop. One was UNUSED (NEW) and the other used about 9 months. Jay wanted to know if they were for sale. Yes, they were, 1500 baht for the used one or 2500 baht for the new one, still in the box; they had cost 8000b and 13,000b respectively. Jay reacted with disgust, saying he could buy the Chinese ones for 2000 baht "and they last as much as TWO YEARS!!!" No point in arguing with a genius like this. I replied, "Yes, yes Jay, you SHOULD continue to buy the Chinese ones and I hope you do." He didn't even blink an eye. No point in buying a calculator for people like this. And replacing them is so much fun too! But of course Jay Solomon is a Master Repairman. What could go wrong?]

 

Jay Allan Solomon had installed a non-standard water heater at the rear of the house. Water heater can’t be turned above "warm" or water tank will boil and air will blast from faucets, scalding users. Showering can only be warm.

 

No water when power is off because water ONLY comes from electric pump (it'll go for a minute or two, depending on what stage of pressurizing the tank was at when the power failed, until the pressure in the pressure tank has bled off). No pressure from government water because hooked up incorrectly and tank isn't high enough to gravity-feed water through pipes (top of the water level in the tank is actually below the shower heads all through the house. Brilliant!). Very nice when in the middle of a shower. Power is off several times per week. You shower quickly and pray.

 

Noise from partying family diagonally opposite. Jay Allan Solomon had mentioned them but said they were "mild". Honestly, they were almost tolerable if that had been the only problem. Our one neighbor, Sue, is apoplectic about the chaos and noise because it hits her directly. Her home value is in the toilet because no one would ever buy her home knowing that was an issue (except Jay), and no way to get them to either quiet down or move (they were gifted the home by the gay man who owned it with his gay lover and he then moved in the entire extended family). I spread the word that neighbors were moving away because of it (two of us were) and they quieted down somewhat. Will see if it lasts. Update: it didn’t last. That house is louder than ever and our other neighbor says she is moving because of that specifically. Wish I had known before signing. Jay will grossly under-report any and all problems instead of just being upfront. At first he said the family was really no problem at all, but later admitted that when they were, his solution was to just go inside. Well what if you don't WANT to go inside but would like to enjoy your own pool without a raging party from the bush family? Nope. Jay's solution is to just go inside and that's what everyone else should do too. Got a lovely poolside dinner planned? Oops -- the bush family is acting up. Cancel it and go inside! What right do you have to being able to enjoy your pool area anyway? Why, you have no right at all, fool!).

 

Had to erect a tarp to stop a neighbor from drenching our stored household items and electrical and computer items in our carport when they watered their plants. With a fire hose!? Jay saw the tarp and reacted with unmasked disgust, as though the little tarp was ruining his property value!

 

Once again (following month) had to fight with the electric company all day and evening re June 2022 bill before they would accept the electric payment for June, 2022. They refused to accept payment, saying our power was already turned off from May due to non payment. We showed them the receipt from May and also that the power was on. After a whole afternoon and night they relented and accepted payment. Something is screwed up in the database regarding this home and owner must fix it. The tenant cannot. Jay Allan Solomon refused to go sort it out, saying he "had a girlfriend over" (quote)(how old? just curious). The gov electric company was threatening to yank our meter but Jay was "too busy" to straighten it out. It was just dumb luck that they finally accepted payment. It will be another fiasco next month. THE OWNER MUST STRAIGHTEN THIS OUT BECAUSE THE ELECTRIC ACCOUNT IS IN HIS NAME. We’ve wasted too many hours on it already. It's YOUR RESPONSIBILITY, Jay! Can't handle these rentals? Then get the fuck out of the business.

 

People from in the Soi have begun parking in front of our gate in earnest. We made them move once so we could get out of our own gate. They came back after we left. Had to make them move so we could get back into our gate. We left, came back, and they had blocked entry again. We demanded they move AGAIN. We parked inside and they blocked our gate again immediately. Jay Allan Solomon was contacted and his best effort was to suggest that maybe in the future he could find a no parking sign(!!). Jay Allan Solomon had told us very clearly and specifically and explicitly that the area in front of our gate was ours to do with as we wished. It was, he said, part of the home property. He was very, very clear and volunteered that at least three times with witnesses. Now, when asked how to solve this problem, Jay Allan Solomon said on Wed, June 29, 2022, that the area in front of our gate does NOT belong to this home at all in any way and we have no control over it. He lied to rent the house. Period. I would never have leased it knowing what I know now. It was misrepresented, poorly maintained, and lied about. Jay Allan Solomon seems to be of used car sales ilk. He will twist and misrepresent a property and ACTUALLY LIE to make a sale. He figures he can obfuscate and dodge and weave and lie some more when finally confronted. He can do that, yes, and he is -- but he's being confronted in writing and in public this time, and I'm sure it is the first time in his life and I have no doubt he is shocked to the core and outraged to apoplexy. Well, Jay, that's pretty much how your tenants feel WHEN YOU LIE AND FUCK THEM OVER. Get used to it. I predict there's a hell of a lot more of it comin' your way -- more than you can possibly dream imaginable. I will poll every single tenant of Jay's to see what they had to endure as well.

 

If you scroll down you'll see a couple of images of what was supposedly our OWN parking area adjacent to our gate in our new home, rented to us by Robert (Bobby) Tillotson and Jay Allan Solomon. We even had these loudspeaker seller trucks come down that tiny soi and sit in that very spot, blasting their chaos! I chased one out by pounding on his hood with my fists. I hope I dented it.

 

 

Same problem, different day. We have trucks and buyers coming all day and evenings to buy our entire household and to take away giant loads of free things and this will continue for two more weeks. Each and every time, we must go find the owners of the vehicles and make them MOVE so we can back the buyers and haulers in there to load things up. Sometimes they simply refuse to move because they KNOW it's community property. Sometimes you can't find them. You can't keep these people out completely and you never, ever will and I simply won't fight this kind of losing fight. You could if you had impound authority. But you don't. Jay Solomon lied. Jay Solomon is a liar and that's not an opinion, that's a fact. Period. And that's the end of that story.

 

This time they've placed flower planters in front of our gate. The gate was open a foot; had to close it to stop the kid from trying to snag our belongings and drag them out. Great neighborhood. Anyone would just love it here. Lesson: ANYTHING to do with Jay Solomon is going to be a disaster unless he ACCIDENTALLY bought into a decent property. He's not smart enough to do it intentionally. He seems to have a God-given knack for buying up only the shittiest, most problem-riddled properties. Why? Because they're the cheapest.

 

Every time you need to move your car in or out of your own carport you must go door to door, searching for these assholes. Maybe you'll find the driver. Maybe you won't. Maybe they'll just flip you off and close their door. Sure is fun, right? The point is, even if you find the driver in a few minutes and they apologize and run over and move whatever vehicle they've parked there, who wants to go through it? Ever? It's absurd. You come home at night with a load of groceries and you're blocked -- so you can't even park IN THE SOI or you'll block someone else. You must park out on the main avenue and guess what -- there's usually no place to park out there either. But finally you do find a place and you walk home in the rain and next morning, you have to go searching for the offenders AGAIN. It's a bullshit way to live. Had I known this space had nothing to do with this home, I never, ever would have rented. Not in a million years. But Jay Solomon actually said three times it was PART OF THIS PROPERTY AND WAS OURS TO USE EXCLUSIVELY FOR ANYTHING WE WANTED. Thanks again Jay Solomon, you lying, scamming piece of shit. I knew a bit about what made this jackass tick from years before. It's partly my own stupidity and my own erroneous desire to let bygones be bygones, that is responsible for this. I should have known better. But since YOU are reading this, now YOU know better. Just say no to this idiot used car salesman. That's all he should have been. He came to Thailand with a lot of money. Where did he get it? From lying to and scamming others in New York? I bet.

 

 

Here's how the gate mechanical problem was explained to Jay Allan Solomon slowly, clearly, painstakingly and repeatedly, and his solution to the problem is at the end. By this time, with all the other problems and only having been in the home a month or two, we were beyond exasperated and we had come to absolutely hate, loathe and detest Jay Allan Solomon. We were at the end of our tolerance for incompetence, unprofessionalism, and bullshit from this man. The man was a Goddamned oaf, a disaster, a walking malfunction -- we honestly considered him, and currently consider him, to be somewhat mentally handicapped. After struggling fruitlessly for weeks to get Jay Allan Solomon to address the gate problem in SOME WAY, we gave up and tendered our notice to vacate as follows, to Robert (Bobby)(Digger) Tillotson, the agent at Mr. Hankey (Gecko) Property rentals, Pattaya, Thailand.

 

Here's the text:

 

"Vacate date is last day of august 2022. July and Aug rents have already been paid. The deposit is up for grabs. Let’s see who wins. Here’s another straw that bore down on the camel’s spine:

 

When the power goes out here, which is many times per week, the electric gate doesn’t operate.

 

No power = No gate. Right?

 

Ok. No problem.

 

Many gates can NOT be moved by hand when the power is out; the reduction gear ratio on the gate motor prevents it. If the motor is hooked up to the gate, you MUST have power to open or close the gate. Just the way it is.

 

Because of that, all gates are equipped with a key mechanism with which to disconnect the motor from the gate so it can be opened by hand.

 

Simple.

 

No power?

 

Can’t move the gate?

 

Easy solution.

 

Still following this?

 

You just open the little trap door in the gate and reach through and use the key and disconnect the gate motor and then push the gate open.

 

Simple is as simple does.

 

We came home once and no power.

 

Ok.

 

Open the trap door.

 

Oops.

 

The trap door was welded shut. For God's sake WHY??!!

 

So we waited out in the heat about 35 minutes.

 

No big deal. Power came back on. We opened the gate and went home. Easy.

 

I then cut the welds (welds!) on the trap door and fixed everything about it including a new lock (I had to cut Jay's lock from it because there was no key -- why do you put a lock on a little door that's welded shut, Jay?). Jay Allan Solomon could have never been bothered to fix it so I didn't ask, and he would have just screwed it up somehow anyway. This was a few more hours of my time.

 

A few days later we came home with a load of groceries on a motorbike.

 

Electricity was out.

 

No problem.

 

We unlocked the trap door that I had recently fixed and serviced and opened it but quickly realized that Jay Allan Solomon had installed a gate motor of the wrong configuration and it was impossible to reach the key hole to disengage the motor from outside, using the little gate hatch. Physically impossible. Key hole is on the wrong side of the motor.

 

Jewish Jay Allan Solomon said he’d gotten a "great deal" on that motor (he'd had to replace it because the original didn't work at all) — now we know why Solomon got such a great steal on that motor. Getting a “great deal” on things, irregardless of whether they ACTUALLY WORK, is Jay Allan Solomon’s Hallmark.

 

We waited in the heat 3.5 hours. All our perishables ruined.

 

Power came back on and we went in. I relayed all this to Jay Allan Solomon in exactly this way, repeatedly.

 

Jay Allan Solomon’s reply was....wait for it....

 

Really, try to understand what the problem with the gate was, and then, and only then, read Jay's response to the problem.

 

Ready?

 

Are you sure?

 

Solomon said (and I have archives of this chat session with him) to buy a new gate remote.

 

That’s not a misprint. I’ve saved his texts.

 

Jay Allan Solomon’s reply was to BUY A NEW GATE REMOTE.

 

He actually said this, in writing, suggesting maybe the old one had a warranty. The GATE REMOTE.

 

Want me to type it again?

 

Ok: The Gate Remote. Buy a new one and the gate will work just fine when the power is out, right Jay?

 

Hell.....is the Impossibility of Reason? Yes, indeedy, it is.

 

That's the extent of this man's brain power and it always has been.

 

Nearly every single interaction with Jay Allan Solomon is this crazy.

 

It took me weeks of explaining this over and over and over AND OVER(!) before he slowly understood it and gave up telling us to get a new gate remote.

 

Then his suggestion was that we (We! Not Jay. We!) go to some gate man in the area who works out of a pickup alongside the road and try to resolve it ourselves by making a deal, ourselves, with the man, on the CORRECT gate motor. Jay Allan Solomon was too busy. Maybe too many girls.

 

And yet another argument as to why Jay A. Solomon couldn't be bothered to address the gate problem was this (wait for it):

 

Jay said the neighbor had disconnected hers.

 

Hard stop.

 

End of discussion.

 

--As if that absolves him in some mysterious way from the responsibility of repairing his own property.

 

I replied, "YES SHE DID! Because (1) SHE DOESN'T OWN A VEHICLE AND DOESN'T NEED NOR USE THE GATE ANYWAY! and (2) SHE HAS A SEPARATE NORMAL DOOR TO GO THROUGH IF THE ELECTRICITY IS OUT EVEN IF SHE HAD A CAR!! (see image below, regular door for the neighbor, on the left). Indeed, this man is too fucking stupid to breed, although he did apparently get it done somehow, though I don't know how, but judging from the two offspring I suffered through on that road trip with Jay, and all of Jay's whining about his apparently idiot son in the US who proclaimed he was a "professional rapper" having never had a single appearance or made a single recording except on his cell phone, I think Jay fucked girls badly and incorrectly. Beyond that, I never saw a single other thing this man could accomplish without screwing it up, and not in small or insignificant ways, but royally.

 

At least no one is blocking our gate! It doesn't matter because......yet again the electricity is out and we can't open it anyway. It's almost daily. It might even be daily. Sometimes it's several times a day. Sometimes it's out for a few minutes. Sometimes it's out for hours. Sometimes it doesn't go out for a whole week. Girlfriend had re-engaged the motor to the gate because at 36kg she had to struggle to open and close it. Regardless, we PAID FOR AN ELECTRIC GATE. We came home just now to find that ONCE AGAIN we couldn't get in. Lucky no perishables this time, eh Solomon. Maybe someone in the future will take their ruined food and shove it all up your ass. Would that help you grow a brain?

 

And this is for Jay Solomon: Try to grasp this you stupid son of a bitch:

 

This has nothing to do with the gate remote. The remote works whether the city power is on or off. For God's sake man, try to grasp this but if you truly can't, seek professional mental help because you are far too stupid to be managing rentals. You're too stupid to be restocking shelves at 7-11 too. You never WERE smart enough, but you've devolved and your faculties have deteriorated in the past seven years from merely a run of the mill stupid moron to a World Class moron. For God's sake, someone call Guinness. Please.

 

And here's another one of Jay's proposed solutions to this gate problem, and I have the fucking transcripts:

 

He recommended buying a diesel generator and having it installed inside the gate so that in the event of a power outage, one could reach through somehow and start up the gen-set which would power the gate. Chances are high he would have installed THAT TOO so far from the gate that no one could reach it to start it. But what would that have cost? Maybe $5000us? Even a tiny, unreliable gas unit would run $1500us. And what would it have cost to take out the wrong gate motor, sell it, and install the correct one? The values of the gate motors would be close to equal, so you might have, say, $30 in labor (Thai labor cost, say 1000 baht), instead of $5000 or even $1500. JUST FIX IT CORRECTLY YOU RETARDED FOOL.

 

Years ago, this man's rank damned stupidity drove me out of his rentals after a couple of years. I just couldn't take any more stunning, stupefying dumbness. This time, how long did we last in one of this imbecile's rentals? Three months. DAMN me for trying to be decent to this jackass and for trying to give him a chance to conduct SIMPLE HONEST AND COMPETENT BUSINESS. That's as far beyond Jay Solomon's abilities as flying an airplane is for a G-damned Gecko and that's pathetic.

 

 

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