A sad story

I MET SAM about 15 years ago in the aisles of Walmart in the nearby capital city.

He was a decades-long friend of my wife’s, and he became an acquaintance of mine. He was a greater friend of my wife’s sister, the one who lives in the capital city.

Over the years he would unexpectedly show up here at my other sister-in-law’s coffee shop on the plaza for a visit. The capital city is only 40 minutes down the mountainside.

Sam was a union official, which means he did pretty well for himself. He always drove a nice, late-model car, and he owned a lovely home in the capital. He retired about five years ago, but we did not see him more often then. Actually, we saw him less.

Once we had lunch at his home. That was about 10 years ago, I think. Sam’s hobby was raising exotic birds which he kept caged in a glassed-in patio. They provided musical backdrop for lunch that day.

Once, maybe twice, he spent the night at our Hacienda.

When Sam would visit the coffee shop, he often would bring a young man with him. It never was the same young man. Yes, Sam was single for a reason.

Aside from birds, Sam’s other hobby was psychology. He was fond of taking university courses in that foggy discipline. Maybe he was trying to understand himself.

We got a phone call yesterday from a nephew of Sam’s. Sam had been found naked and murdered on the floor of his home. He had been on the floor three days. The police have announced no details, but we know what happened.

He was killed by someone he brought home from a gay bar.

About two years ago, Sam was beaten in his home, and his car was stolen in similar circumstances. Sam invented a story for that attack, but we knew the truth.

I have never personally known a murder victim before now. I have known suicides — three of them — and victims of accidents — about the same number — but Sam is the first murder victim. Sadly, my wife cannot say the same because two of her brothers were murdered decades ago in totally unrelated events. Murder is not rare here.

Sam was 60 years old.

A fruitcake* Zapata

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MUCHOS MEXICANOS, yours truly included, are incensed at this painting of my father as a raging queen astride a horse with a raging woodie.

That this exists is yet another example of corrupt Gringo culture and mindset filtering south of the border where most of us do not want it.

Shockingly, this painting is on exhibit in the Palace of Fine Arts in Mexico City where it has been the focus on plentiful protests. Good.

That it sits in the Palace of Fine Arts instead of a privately owned gallery, which would be bad enough, puts the government Seal of Approval on it, which is pathetic, but we have ignorant left-wing regimes now on both the federal level and in Mexico City too.

Sad.

In the same vein, Netflix has just released a Christmas special about a gay Jesus. All I can say to this is: Jesus!

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* Superlative fruitcakes are available at the Collin Street Bakery. I endorse those tasty things. Just keep them off horny horses.

Gussied up for Christmas

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OUR TOWN IS decked out for Christmas.

I found these two photos on Facebook. The top one was shot by Jorge Villegas. The bottom was shot by Miguel Angel Garcia. I can take no credit.

This is our principal plaza. It’s very big.

The huge Christmas tree goes up every year. Till about four or five years ago, a flammable material was used, but not anymore. I was, by pure chance, walking on the plaza that fateful afternoon when a little kid tossed a match onto the tree.

I watched it all burn to the ground. Happened fast. They managed to rebuild it before the 25th, and it’s been made of fireproof material ever since.

You can say what you want about Mexico, but some parts are very pretty.

It’s not Kansas, Toto.

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Western schizophrenia

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Nike’s “Swim Hijab” so Mohammedans can take a modest dip.

There is no more Left or Right. There are only Globalists and Nationalists.

— Marine Le Pen

THE FRENCH politician speaks the truth. And we have cracked into two halves, i.e. Western schizophrenia. It is not a global phenomenon because Latin America does not think this way, nor does Africa or Asia. Those places still embrace nationalism, i.e. patriotism.

And common sense.

In the United States, the Democrats are the Globalists, and the Republicans are the Nationalists. There are other distinguishing characteristics of the parties. Democrats get very angry. Republicans far less so, being the generally polite party.

Once the party of the Working Man, Democrats have become the party of the Screaming Woman.

— Robert Stacy McCain

Schizophrenia, of course, is a mental illness and, with some exceptions (most notably in Eastern Europe), the West is mentally ill. How else to explain American companies like Nike hawking hijabs to the people who brought down the Twin Towers in 2011?

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How else to explain Time magazine’s naming Greta Thunberg, an hysterical, clueless, parentally abused, mentally ill teenager, its Person of the Year?

As the saying goes, You can’t make this stuff up.