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An eighteen-year-old boy named Ram Bahadur Bomjon, also known as Buddha Boy, has been gaining quite a following in Nepal. The Buddha Boy is claimed to be a tulku, or reincarnated lama, and many believe this tulku is the reincarnation of Siddhartha Guatama the original Buddha. The way you get recognized as a tulku in the Buddhist tradition is by displaying the qualities that the Tibetan Buddhists cherish most, such as compassion, wisdom, and a contemplative nature. Once spotted, they are given formal training, and are supported while they spend months, even years in meditation.
This got me thinking, why do all the tulkus reincarnate in Tibet, Nepal, and the surrounding areas? Then I realized that if a tulku showed up in America and spent their time focused on meditation, they would grow up to be homeless. Then I thought, maybe we do have tulkus. Maybe we just dont know what to look for. Maybe our tulkus display early characteristics of what Americans value the most. So I set out on my search for the American tulku.
I started at a local elementary school, and approached a group of kindergarten kids with a pretty standard tulku test. I sat the kids down one by one, with three toys in front of them and asked them to choose one. Now normally one of these toys is supposed to have significant meaning, and if they choose that toy its a signal that they may be a tulku. Well not in the American version. I picked the kid who took all three, then beat the shit out of the other kids and took their toys too. Then I noticed some officers approaching who may have thought that a grown man offering kindergarteners toys didnt look . I grabbed my new little tulku and ran.
Feeling confident that I had lost the police, I decided it was time for the second test. I took him to Mcdonalds for lunch. I walked up to the counter and ordered a Big Mac and a Coke for myself. Then, for the little prodigy, I ordered a Happy Meal, and a piping hot coffee. I handed him his tray, and pointed to our booth. As he started walking that direction I kicked his feet out from under him, and he took the coffee square in the face. Then, without any prompting on my part, he jumped up and screamed at the cashiers My dads a lawyer, and hes gonna sue your fucking ass. I thought, damn this kid shows promise.
On the way back to my house I knew that there was one final test this kid was going to have to pass before I officially declared him an American tulku. I pulled the car over, and asked him who his best friend in the whole world was. Without hesitation he said it was a boy named Jimmy Henderson. I pulled out a twenty, and said that I would give it to him on one condition. We were going back to the school, and he would have to point out Jimmy so that I could kidnap him and sell him on the black market. He snatched the twenty, held it up to the window to check the security strip, and said Fuck Jimmy. Not an ounce of loyalty in this kid, I was in the presence of greatness. I was in the presence of the first American tulku, our own little Buddha Boy.
Now the real work begins. I will keep him in my basement for years studying up on capitalism, reality television, and how to work the systems legal loopholes. I will set him up a lemonade stand where he can hire illegal aliens and learn how to treat them like shit. Once he shows a certain level of competency, I will buy him a plane ticket to Nepal. Upon his arrival he will find their Buddha Boy and kick his ass, undisputedly unifying the title American style.
Matt Haught
www.guiltyhumor.

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