The skin game

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UV detector from Amazon in the United States. Right to my door.

I USED TO BE a sun worshiper, long ago when I was young.

In those faraway summers, in Georgia, Florida and even later in Puerto Rico, I was mostly naked outdoors and by late June I could have joined Black Lives Matter as an angry soul bro’ had that disreputable band of brothers existed way back then.

But starting when I was about 45, the proverbial chickens started returning to the henhouse with roosting on their pea brains. Skin cancer. In the decades since, I’ve had at least 50 basal-cell carcinomas removed from my flesh.

The most recent five — yes, five — were excised last week, surgically and biopsied.

We now have an opaque glass roof over the entire upstairs terraza that we recently had renovated, an upgrade that continues to this day. Two guys will be here today applying a fresh coat of amarillo villas, which is a fancy way of saying yellow.

A few days ago, two canvas curtains were installed in two sections of the new zone, and more perhaps will follow, depending on how the rainy season behaves. We will also install a sunblock net with a nice design on the bottom of the new glass ceiling.

Recently, I ordered a handheld device that measures the sun’s UV rays. I got it from Amazon. I was pleased to discover the new opaque glass roof reduces UV a lot but not to a 100% safe degree, and that’s why we’ll install the sunblock net.

I want to be able to sit out there worry-free. UV is obscenely high here due to the combination of latitude and altitude.

Basal-cell carcinomas are visible and very slow-growing, giving one lots of time to deal with them. Melanoma, of course, is the Bad Boy of skin cancer. I always knew melanoma was the least common form of skin cancer, but I was surprised to learn this week it makes up only 1 to 2 percent of skin cancers. It’s quite rare. But can be very deadly.

With luck, my skin cancers will continue to be basal-cell carcinomas because they appear to be increasing in number as I age. This is common, I have learned.

Let this be a lesson to you, boys and girls. Don’t walk around bare-assed in the summertime, and if you do, apply sunblock. And don a big sombrero.

But no matter your skin tone, stay out of Black Lives Matter.

Three cheers for old white men

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A FRIEND SENT this, and I am sharing it with you. It is fun. And accurate.

The midterm elections above the Rio Bravo occur in less than two weeks. How will they turn out? It seems that a significant portion of the citizenry sides with the party in the bottom of the illustration, a fact that makes one’s eyes roll.

The whole lot of them should be sporting propeller beanies. And did you notice Michelle and Barry peeking in from the windows? A nice touch.

But let us pray that sufficient common sense will bubble to the surface, and the party in the top of the illustration will not only stay in the catbird seat but will increase its representation around the nation.

What stands out in the top illustration? It’s the prevalence of old white men. Let us pray that they continue to carry the day. They are your best bet.

For those who want to receive accurate reports on the ever-increasing successes of the Trump Administration, something you will never get from most of the American media, go to the White House website. Sign up for the occasional newsletter and other reports.

Yes, do what I do. Always a good idea.

Demon cult

WHILE THERE are lots of Mohammedans in the United States who were born there, and practice Mohammedanism pretty much like, say, Methodists and Baptists embrace their religion because they were born into it, Mohammedans in the Mohammedan world are a very different slice of lamb.

It is a demon cult.

serveimageWestern leftists, to be politically correct and accepting, give it a pass, which is a suicidal approach.

The Democrat Party, Black Lives Matter, and Antifa come to mind.

Above and below are two brave women fleeing from the demon cult they were born into. If you make excuses for Mohammedanism, you should be ashamed of yourself.

Wise up and smell the bacon.

The sage

sageFOR MANY YEARS I have pointed out the perils of promoting multiculturalism.

Did anyone pay me any mind? No, and we have arrived at the current conditions that exist in the United States.

Fact: People prefer the company of those similar to themselves.

Fact: People forced into the company of those very different from themselves get edgy.

Fact: Edginess in time leads to mayhem and murder.

Fact: Nations are families, i.e. very large groups of people who are alike in religion, race, language and culture.

Fact: People want it that way.

Let’s look at university campuses. Go to the student union cafeteria. In spite of campuses being ground zero of diversity-loving, you will find black students sitting together over here, white students sitting together over there, and Orientals sitting together on the patio outside, studying.*

Multicultural violence is increasing in the United States, and it’s just going to get worse. I see no light at the end of the proverbial tunnel. Promoting multiculturalism is the kerosene that fuels the fire, daily.

Multiculturalism within a nation — or any society — is a problem that needs to be addressed in the kindest way possible. It is never to be encouraged.

It’s putting a pistol to your head.

We’re all just people, you say, and must learn to live together in peace. Likewise, lions and tigers are all big, carnivorous cats. Does the male lion invite tigers into the pride in the name of diversity? No. There would be murder and mayhem.

It’s a good analogy. Lions are smarter than Americans, Western Europeans and Canadians too.

Listen to your sage.

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* The black students will be planning their next BLM march. The white students, embarrassed about being white, will be wondering if they’ll be invited to participate. The Oriental students will still be studying.