Mexican life

The bedroom wall


RETURNING HOME late yesterday afternoon after sitting on the big plaza downtown, watching workmen erect metal scaffolds to support canvas roofs under which the yearly Semana Santa market will unfold next week, I walked into the bedroom and noticed this part of the wall in the light of early evening.

The camera asked for a flash, but I ignored it.

The lamp light did the trick, along with a little extra from the nearby window. Sometimes, you just gotta follow your gut instinct.

Mexican life

One of the lazy days


SOMETIMES YOU wake up to a day in which nothing of note is waiting. This is one of those days. They do not bore me. I like them.

Given that the eventless day stretched before me, I decided to do at least one thing that needed to be done, and that was to whack back three bougainvilleas, the smaller ones. The fourth, a monster, is beyond hope and goes its own way.

But due to the day’s relaxed atmosphere, I just whacked back two of the three. The third will have to wait. Maybe mañana. It was warm out there, and the sun was glaring, reason enough to come inside and drink cold, red tea.

Speaking of red, I photographed the above before calling it a day. Midday actually because it was scarcely beyond noon. That’s a bottle-brush tree, the red of which complements the red of the house. While the grass grows more yellow and crunchy by the day, some yard plants are blooming.

Though you cannot see it, buds are erupting on the uppermost reaches of the nopal tree there at the rear. That’s always fun until they fall to the ground, ground that was until recently grass, but now is concrete and rock.

In a couple of hours, we’ll be lunching downtown, location yet to be decided. That will happen around 2 p.m., breaking up the afternoon nicely. Then we’ll come home, relax a spell, then head back downtown for a nice cafecito on the plaza.

Lazy days are great days. I’ve never been ambitious.

Libertarian view

The hilarity of Hollywood

SHOWBIZ HAS become a caricature of itself.

Its prime function is to entertain us, and it’s now doing that more than ever, but not in a way it thinks or wants.

The Oscars have become a leftist, lip-flapping session. Movies hype political correctness so blatantly that it’s hard not to howl with derisive laughter.

Case in point:

Last night on Netflix we watched a new Natalie Portman flick named The Annihilation. It was pretty lame but not due to the rampant pushing of political correctness. It simply is not a very good movie.

But let’s look at the PC aspects. There was a team of four that entered a zone of no return, a place where other teams had entered and vanished. It’s a sci-fi movie.

In a realistic movie and in real life, the team would have been four tough, beefy guys with backpacks, camos and guns, men with Special Forces backgrounds. But what was the team in The Annihilation? Four women, and not just four women.

Our racially and sexually diverse lady team sported backpacks, camos and guns, just like guys, in spite of their being ladies of science, not soldiering.

Women can do anything!

Two white women, one Latino woman and one black woman. The black woman was a lesbian. Extra diversity point! Natalie Portman’s character, earlier in the sequence of events, had an affair with a married man. He was black, of course.

Multi-racial romances are the rage in Hollywood. Nobody hops into the sack anymore with anyone who even vaguely resembles themselves, which is how it works almost all of the time in real life.

The dialogue: There were occasional mentions of romances and marriages. The significant others were never referred to as men. They were invariably a “person” or a “partner.” The script sounded as if it had been written in a gender-studies class at Berkeley or the University of Wisconsin.

The only entertaining aspect to this silliness was watching almost all the gals gruesomely die. If they’d only brought Clint Eastwood along.

Libertarian view

Nations are great things

NATIONS ARE different, and that’s what makes them interesting.

I favor national identities and borders that keep them intact. The counter to this opinion is called globalism. Globalists want things to be all tossed together, no borders, where people can hold hands and sing Kumbaya at a moment’s notice.

If there’s an aroma of Patchouli, then all the better.

While I favor nations, I’m not too keen on government, which I think should be kept to a minimum everywhere. I’m a lowercase liberatarian.

Recently, I opened a Facebook page under my real name. Filling in the part about my political druthers, I tried to just put libertarian, but Facebook would not let me. It insisted I put Libertarian Nationalist.

I thought about it for a moment, and I realized I am a nationalist. I favor nations and borders. When I’m in the United States, I favor American nationalism. When I’m in Mexico, I favor Mexican nationalism.

I support a border wall between the United States and Mexico, and I support a border wall between Mexico and Guatemala. Walls make good neighbors.

Related to this is that many years ago the Europeans lost their collective minds and initiated the European Union, a globalist wet dream. Not surprisingly, it was the British who first came to their good senses and departed the EU cage.

In the video above, Nigel Farage, one of my favorite fellows, provides a beautiful description of how the despotic EU works, a description that is so clear that even a nincompoop can understand it.

I offer a tip of the sombrero to the Brits for leaving the EU, even though they only did it by a slim margin. No matter. It worked. With luck, other nations of Europe will get fed up with the EU and do the same thing. Let us pray so.

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(Note: I also addressed this border issue a few weeks ago with In praise of window locks and border walls.)