Definition of a nation

DONALD TRUMP is a nationalist. Weepy Barry was not. I am a nationalist too, but now I have two nations in my man bag. Can get a trifle confusing.

Leftists have made much progress, 100 percent among themselves, in making nationalist a bad word. Fact is, though, it’s a great word, a fine concept.

Ditto for patriotism.

What is a nation anyway? It’s a big family, a group of people with commonalities. Historically, a nation is a group of people of the same race, the same religion, the same language, the same beliefs. Due to modern transportation and communication, this has become unraveled to a degree.

This unraveling is mostly in rich, successful nations because that’s where people from poor, unsuccessful nations want to go. The latter are the ones President Trump inelegantly but accurately referred to as “shithole” nations.

In this category are Haiti, Nicaragua, Honduras, Venezuela, Yemen, Nigeria and Syria, to name just a few. There are others, sadly.

Slavery in the United States was a huge error and not just because it was a terrible thing for the Africans, but because it led to the racial strife that now exists in that troubled land. This will not end, by the way, which is just one example of the dire problems that come with diversity.

Moral: Do not encourage multiculturalism/diversity.

As families live in houses, nationalities live in nations. It’s a perfect analogy. When families go to bed at night, they lock their doors so culprits cannot sneak in and do dirty. During the day, the door is closed, perhaps still locked, and if someone wants to visit, they ring the doorbell and get welcomed … or not.

A family can welcome someone into their home if they wish. If they don’t wish, the visitor is told to take a hike. This is how it should be with a family, and with a nation too.

Leftists are now Globalists, people who, for the most part, do not believe in borders. In spite of this, you can bet they lock their homes at night.

They are naive but not stupid.

These Leftists/Globalists will tell you that all people are basically the same, a silly concept that has come down to us from the Kumbaya-swaying Stoned Sixties. It’s almost exclusively the Western World where you find this daffiness. You rarely encounter these ideas in Latin America, Africa or Asia where people tend to be overwhelmingly nationalist and patriotic.

You also will rarely find political correctness outside the white, Western World. PC is basically a White Man’s Concept, a pistol aimed at himself.

The Leftist/Globalist belief that people are all basically alike flies in the face of reality. People are alike physically, and that’s it. We all have two arms, two legs and a head perched atop our shoulders.

Our hearts and minds could not be more varied. Millions of people do not believe in majority rule or freedom of speech and religion or that men and women are equal or that you have a right to your own opinion. And if they move into your neighborhood, they will not change their minds about those things.

Their attitudes (yours too) are set in stone from centuries back.

We are spectacularly suspicious of one another. This is both an individual and a group (i.e. tribal) trait. The suspicion normally leads to dislike or hate. From there, it’s a short voyage to violence. This was true when Man lived in caves, and it’s not one whit less true today.

Believing that people are all basically the same, i.e. like you, is the attitude of a love-struck teenage girl, and it’s an attitude, when spread over a wide area, that often will get you killed. The hairy men and women on the far side of the mountain do not share that belief, and they have spears and axes.

We’re seeing this on a grand scale in much of Europe today where those governments that think like love-struck teenage girls have dissolved their borders in the spirit of multiculturalism and “helping the unfortunate.” Cultural and financial disaster have followed. And blood-letting.

Some Europeans are balking at this, especially in Eastern Europe where not-too-distant connection with the Soviet Union has formed a people who do not think like love-struck teenage girls.

Nationalism is smart. Recognize human nature for what it is, and always will be. Lock your doors at night, especially if you live in a questionable neighborhood. Likewise, control your borders because much of the world is a questionable neighborhood full of folks who do not share your values.

And never will.

President Trump grasps this.

A valentine gift

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I SHOT THIS photo of my child bride in her Mexico City condo on Valentine’s Day 2002, two months before we were wed.

It is my favorite photo of her, and how not?

This is why single men should move to Mexico. Turn your backs on those Third Wave Feminists above the Rio Bravo. They will only lead you to grief.

Who would you prefer to marry? Whoopi Goldberg, Ellen Degeneres, or someone like the woman in the photo?

She was 41 then, and now she’s 57, but she hasn’t changed much due to being a gym fanatic. One of my goals on moving south was to marry again. Little did I know that I would win the lottery.

Peterson nails Western women

THOUGH JORDAN Peterson rose rapidly to fame almost two years ago, first in Canada where he lives and teaches, I didn’t become a fan until recently, and that’s because his fame is spreading everywhere.

What brought him to public notice was his outspoken opposition to an idiotic Canadian law mandating the use of PC gender pronouns.

Say zhe and zher, or you’re going to jail, baby.

Peterson has published two books. One is The Maps of Meaning, The Architecture of Belief, published in 1999, and the other is 12 Rules for Life, An Antidote to Chaos, published earlier this year.

Peterson, a clinical psychologist and a psychology professor at the University of Toronto, has been on a global speaking tour for some time now.

What makes him so wonderful is (1) he agrees with me, and (2) he brooks no stupidity at all, and will chew you up and spit you out.

The above video is a good taste of Peterson’s mind and mouth.

Topic: western womenfolk.

Left-wingers, brace yourselves!

Falling fruit, dead dogs & Mexico City

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A rare, intact apple from the neighbors’ tree.

THE CURSED fruit has begun its annual fruit-fall.

It started recently with the apples from the neighbors’ tree, the one that hangs over our wall. Next on the list was our pear, then the sour orange, and this morning I found the worst of all, the cursed peach.

All of that stuff has to be picked up by hand, my hands. It’s a nuisance.

I did find one apple this morning that must have just sailed over the Hacienda wall because it had not been gnawed by critters. Maybe I’ll eat it. It’s organic, of course, so I can feel smug in my battle against global warming.

Or something like that.

On a positive note, when January rolls around, that peach is gonna be history. It sits on a section of grassy yard that’s going to be turned into a beautiful patio. Gotta love concrete and stone.

Aside from that apple, all the fruit I scooped up this morning was toted down the street in a bucket and heaved into the customary ravine.

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A smelly surprise!

That’s when I encountered the surprise, not a pretty one.

I always throw my green garbage at the same spot on the ravine’s edge because it’s the most convenient place to set my feet.

There it was, just over the edge, not down in the ravine at all. A dead dog, and not just any little dead dog, not a chihuahua, not even a terrier or pit bull. It was a German shepherd. He smelled rank. Someone had tossed him there.

I’ll have to heave my green garbage farther up till he decomposes.

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Bound for the Capital City!

We’re off to Mexico City in a few days because something wonderful has happened.

We’re renting our condo there to a nephew who’s entering the prestigious Instituto Politécnico Nacional. He likely will be there at least five years.

I might be dead in five years.

Our condo is walking distance from the school, plus it’s furnished, even sports Van Gogh prints on the walls. The best part, however, is we won’t have to make periodic trips to the chaotic capital anymore, and we’ll earn a little cash.

We’ll be meeting the student and his parents there next week to hand over the keys. This makes me very happy.