NORTHERN MEXICO is under snow today. Thank the Goddess that has not happened here in the nation’s middle. It’s never snowed since I’ve lived here, but a couple of years ago snow was visible atop the distant mountains.
It has been unseasonably cold for the first half of December, so I fired up the fireplace today. Some winters I never fire it up, mostly because it’s work and also because it does virtually nothing to heat the living room due to its large size and high ceiling, wood beams and all.
So it’s mostly a fun thing. Looks nice, and you can heat your fanny.
The music you hear is from a tape I bought at Starbucks in Atlanta many years ago. Fa-la-la! Boughs of holly. And Kalamazoo!
OUR HUGE, beautiful plaza hasn’t changed that much in decades, but we’re seeing some major alterations now.
The cobblestone street circling the plaza, plus a street spoke shooting off thataway, are being totally torn up. There will be a narrowing of the streets, widening of the sidewalks, a bike path and improved drainage.
Drainage improvements may be the best of all.
Currently, the five-month rainy season creates deep lakes in parts of the street circling the plaza, lakes that wash up onto the sidewalks and sometimes into businesses, a massive problem.
The work started weeks ago, and will take months because lots of the work is done by hand. Right now, two sides of the plaza street are torn up, and all traffic has been rerouted to the other two streets. One imagines that when the two streets being renovated are completed, the two other streets will follow suit, and traffic will be routed over the renovated sides.
I’m real smart that way.
The work started as soon as the Day of the Dead hoopla ended in early November, and the tourist mobs went home.
Ever since I moved here and, one supposes, for years before, mayors came and went, and little changed. However, the last election, a couple of years ago, put a fellow into the mayor’s office, a guy named Báez, and there’s been ongoing change ever since, and it’s all been good change.
Other important downtown streets, previously potholed obstacle courses, are either being renovated or have been renovated. A sports center was recently opened. It has a soccer field, two tennis courts, a running track, a gym, and a municipal auditorium.
I voted for this guy Báez, and I’d do it again. He ran as the candidate of the leftist Party of the Democratic Revolution, but was supported by the communist party too. They call themselves the Workers Party, but their scarlet flag with a yellow star tells you who they really are.
You never know with whom you’ll end up in bed.
Báez also initiated a humongous Christmas display on the plaza last year, life-sized artificial elephants, giraffes, burros, etc., and that drew lots of tourists here, which was the point. But it’s fun.
I’ve seen the plans for the plaza via video animation, and we’re going to be spectacular. Of course, if you’re planning to move here, be aware that you’ll freeze your butt off in winter. Go to San Miguel instead.
No Spanish required over there.
BRACE YOURSELF for blasphemy! Barry Obama is not a black man. Nor is he a unicorn, a fairy or Bigfoot.
But everybody knows that Obama is a black man, that he was America’s first black president. Just one problem: He is not. It’s a myth like fairies, unicorns, Bigfoot and trolls who lurk beneath stone bridges.
Barry’s been out of office now for almost a year, and people are still referring to him as a black man. That’s his mama in the mug shot. Does she look like a soul sistah to you?
Faux black woman Rachel Dolezal and faux Navajo Liz Warren would probably say yes, but they are not trustworthy. They are trolls. The left loves to fool you. Dolezal is not black. Warren is not an Indian. Obama was not America’s first black president. And most of the news media are not honest.
Barry’s mom was a white gal, 100% honkie, who wielded her “white privilege” back in the day. So if that’s Barry’s mama, how can he be black? Answer: He isn’t. He is biracial or, to use an out-of-style word, mulatto.*
Ever since Obama won his first presidential election, and everyone was crowing about his being the first black president, I have been pointing out the error at every opportunity. Barry is not black. He’s biracial, absolutely, demonstrably no more black than white.
He is not a unicorn either.
One wonders: What’s wrong with calling a spade a spade? (Sorry, but that was too big a target to pass up.) What’s wrong with being America’s first biracial president? Doesn’t that also demonstrate the nation’s progress?
The myth that Obama is black is so incredibly pervasive that even intelligent conservatives say he’s black. Everyone says he’s black.
But he’s not. And there’s nothing shameful about being biracial. It’s amazing how rampant myths can become. Even Barry says he’s black.
Hasn’t he taken a good look at his mama?
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* English Prince Harry’s fiancée, Megan Markle, is mulatta, demonstrating that mulattas can be major babes.
(Note 1: What prompted this now that Barry’s out of office? A post by a blogger I keep up with. She repeated the myth this week even though I corrected her about a year ago. Myths die hard, especially when you really, really want to believe in fairies, unicorns and that Barry is black.)
(Note 2: Back in 2012, Americans had a shot at nominating an actual black guy for president. I would have voted for him in a flash. Of course, leftists say he’s not really black due to his being conservative. Fairies! Unicorns!)