Visit to the post office

EVERY OTHER Saturday, around 8:30 a.m. to avoid heavy traffic, I leap into the Honda and head downtown to check the sparse contents of my post office box.

I did that today. It’s a nice drive, usually very cool due to the early hour. There’s rarely anything in the PO box, which is why I check it only every two weeks.

flat-rate-envelopeAs I pass the Best Western, there are two black folks standing in the street at the speed bump with their hands out. They are Central American illegals heading north. This is not the first time I’ve seen Central Americans at that speed bump.

How do I know they are Central Americans? Because the last time I spotted similar people at that speed bump, they were holding a sign that said so. Also, black Mexicans, not too numerous anywhere, are nonexistent in our area.

In contrast, blacks are quite common in Central America.

My mind wanders here and there during the 15-minute drive to the post office.

Yesterday I read a poll that said our nincompoop demagogue of a leftist president, whom I refer to as El Presidente Moonbat, has slipped 8 points in popularity, from 78 percent to 70 percent, still way, way too high. But another poll this morning says he’s plummeted to 47 percent. I pray the latter poll is the correct one.

He’s gutted the public health system. Violence is at record highs. Economic trust is declining. Plus, he’s vindictive and divisive. And likely wants to be President for Life. His party controls the legislative branch. The Constitution can be changed.

We’re in the middle of a three-day festival here on the mountaintop. It’s called CantoyaFest, and I’m not a fan. Traffic is awful. Downtown is sealed off.

And, worst of all, it’s a huge fire hazard.

Beautiful balloons of some questionable material are sent aloft in scores. These balloons contain actual fires. They’re launched directly over centuries-old wooden buildings. You see the problem? But we’re Mexican, and we know the Virgin Mary will keep everything under control, and so far she has. I question her reliability.

The post office box contained just two things today. A routine, monthly advisory that my corporate pension had been deposited to my bank account. And a separate promo from another bank. Both were wastes of paper and postage.

Two weeks ago, I received an IRS letter, which is not something you want to see. It had been mailed way back in May. It said I owed over $1,000, and I had damn well better do something about it. Well, something like that.

I phoned the IRS, and a nice lady straightened out the issue. I did not owe anything, an IRS error. Mail is slow to arrive, but usually not that slow. I’ve had a PO box for almost 19 years. It’s far better than counting on delivery to your door.

My biweekly post office visits are fun.

Except when there’s a letter from the IRS.

10 thoughts on “Visit to the post office

  1. Actually, those black folk might be African. I don’t know for sure. I spotted a couple around here. Central Americans you can tell by their Spanish, which is totally different from the Mexican variety. So next time go ahead and introduce yourself and listen to what they sound like. Whatever. I can’t imagine how Africans (or Asians) make it this far, but in my book they deserve A for Effort.

    I don’t know much either about AMLO, except for the hoo-haa over the gas pipelines. I would give him a wide berth: His predecessors were such incompetents (except for stealing public funds) that I would tend to wait before reaching for the alarm button. Maybe AMLO won’t be any worse or perhaps a little better.

    I know some people from San Miguel who went to watch the balloon fiesta out your way. Something else to blame on the Gringos from here! The only consolation is that they bring some tourist dollars.



    1. Señor Lanier: They could be African, but I’d put my pesos on their being Central American, probably Hondurans. I don’t intend to stop and chat. As for their Spanish being quite different, no doubt. It’s likely a Caribbean Spanish. When I was in Cuba in 2012, I understood little, and they had trouble understanding me. Even my wife sometimes had trouble understanding them, but she did far better than I did.

      As for El Presidente Moonbat’s predecessors, I’ll take any of them over him. Incompetents? I doubt it. Perfect? Not by a long shot, but Mexico had become one of the world’s largest economies, and things were booming in many areas, especially in the north. In spite of the corruption, things worked fairly well. I maintain that Mexico is a land of opportunity and that, for the most part, the poverty that exists here — and it’s far less than our reputation suggests — is due far more to cultural issues than lack of opportunity. We are defeatists.

      Whenever a Latino politician drones on and on about helping “the poor,” best cover your backside. Moonbat is ever going on about “the poor.” Of course, the poor see freebies coming down the autopista. Hasn’t been much of that so far. On the contrary, what he’s doing with the health sector is hitting the poor more than anyone. I have a niece with two kids. She’s in her mid-20s, unmarried, and has her oldest in a daycare center while she works. She was getting tuition help from a federal program. Moonbat eliminated the program, and now she gets nada.

      The head of Hacienda, Mexico’s IRS, recently resigned, saying Moonbat was installing people in the agency who were clueless about public finance. The list grows daily. He holds a press conference every weekday morning at 7 a.m. My wife watches it almost every day and arrives at the breakfast table at 8 with smoke coming out of her ears. She loathes him. Whenever reporters state a fact about something, if it is negative, he simply declares it false and moves on. He endlessly badmouths previous administrations. His public referendums asking “the people” what they want to do about something or other, decisions he should be making himself, are illegal, prohibited by the Constitution, but he does them anyway. He’s a real piece of work and not in a good way. Hold onto your hat.


  2. There are shades of black in Central America. Creoles are pointed when you say they are Creole because they have European blood. In Belize, there is a significant population of Garinagu who are black and unmixed with mestizo or European, but of West African origin. The Garinagu are all down the Mosquito Coast and inland as well. Then there are blacks up Tamaulipas and Chihuahua way, migrated from the U.S. in Civil War days in small clusters, who retain their African culture of West Africa. In San Antonio, Texas, we recently had busloads of Africans from the Congo unloaded at our immigration center who made their way up through Mexico from who knows where in this hemisphere.


    1. Carole: I believe most of our Mexican blacks are in coastal areas. especially the Gulf Coast. Didn’t know about those you mention in Tamaulipas and Chihuahua. In any event, around my part of Mexico they are as rare as the proverbial hen’s teeth. In short, they are nonexistent. On the rare occasion blacks are spotted here, it’s obvious they’re Gringo tourists.

      Interesting about the Africans dumped in San Antonio. Just more proof of the need for a high wall from the Pacific to the Gulf.


      1. While the Costa Chica of Guerrero and Oaxaca and Veracruz are areas most known for black communities, Michoacan had blacks among its population from way back. In Morelia, the Templo del Señor de la Columna was the church designated for blacks and mulattos. Even Jose Ma Morelos had a few drops of black blood.


        1. Ms. Shoes: Thanks for the update. I would have thought most Mexican blacks lived on the Gulf Coast, but now that you mention it I recall those Pacific areas too. As for black Mexicans in our neck of the woods, I’ve yet to spot even one that I know of.


  3. Presidente AMLO is like a political clone of President Trump. If the papers report bad news, it is fake news reported by paid flunkies in past administrations. If ratings firms question his financial policy they are part of an international cabal bent on destroying Mexico. His pet projects — the Dos Bocas refinery and “train to nowhere” are 25-year-old campaign promises that have 0% of success — not unlike Trump’s “Wall.” When he appears at rallies with a PAN or PRI governor, his rabid followers shout insults and throw things at the governors. The president just smiles for about 10 minutes, waves his hands and calls for “respect.” There is no due process in his government. Cyber criminals steal over $100 million USD from Mexican banks — get caught with a fortune which is promptly given to some farmers with no bank accounts. I wish him all the success, he probably is heads and shoulders better than his recent predecessors.


    1. Karl: Trump and el Presidente Moonbat do share the fact of fanatical followers. I am one of Trump’s but hardly one of Moonbat’s. Trump is no leftist, but I’m not sure Moonbat is a lefty either though he’s commonly labeled as one. I think he’s a demagogue with a messiah complex, which is far worse. Trump is a pragmatic, nationalist capitalist, which is all good. He also thumbs his nose at political correctness on a daily basis, and we fans love him for that maybe most of all.

      You confuse me. You list a number of Moonbat’s faults, and then you say you wish him all the success. I wish him abject failure.


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