Drowning in irony

OUR NEW leftist president (known by his initials AMLO but whom I prefer to call El Presidente Moonbat) was inaugurated December 1st and quickly began to openly and malevolently encourage Central Americans to enter Mexico and head to the U.S. border with invasion on their minds. Not surprisingly, the illegals have flooded over from Guatemala.

Moonbat assisted them in various ways — transportation, food and Lord knows what else — until President Trump — the Blond Bomber whom America is so fortunate to have in the Oval Office — decided to take action with the tariff threat.

Moonbat folded like a warm tortilla.

He sent troops to Mexico’s southern border to stem the tide. The government has also begun to check identification of long-distance bus passengers in the northern border zone in spite of indignant cries of “invasion of privacy.” Yeah, sure.

As Central American illegals continue to pile up on our end, we Mexicans grow increasingly unhappy with the situation. According to a new poll published in El Universal newspaper, 61 percent of Mexicans want stricter border controls down south to keep out the illegal aliens. The percentage is up from 49 percent last October.

irony-alert-ironicI’m sure you can see the irony here, ¿no? We can invade the United States and demand our “rights,” but when Central Americans invade us, well, we don’t like it one little bit. Get them out of here, damned illegals!

Unlike in the United States where illegals do menial jobs cheaply and vote for Democrats,* we Mexicans have no need for people to do menial jobs cheaply. We already have lots of paisanos for that, and you cannot vote here unless you have a voter ID** which is only available with proof of citizenship.

Yes, in many ways we are sharper than the Gringos.

But Mexicans made a big mistake in voting for Moonbat.

Update: Another poll, this time by El Financiero, indicates only 36 percent of Mexicans want Mexico to accept illegals being shipped back from the United States.

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* How do you think Hillary won the popular vote?

** Full color, laminated and mugshot. I have one!

Limitless lunacy of the left

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Nincompoopery, another word that fits.

IF THERE IS one word that wraps up the mindset of today’s left, that segment so many — both left and right — incorrectly label “liberal,” it is cluelessness.

Above the Rio Bravo this exhibits itself in calls for open borders (try that for a spell, and see where it gets you) and plenty of “free stuff.”

Down here lefty nuttiness exhibits itself mostly in other ways. We are fond of free stuff, of course, but nobody calls for open borders aside from the border to the United States. We want it open for departing but not for entering.

This morning, during our exercise walk around the neighborhood plaza, we passed the scene in the photo above. There is a tech school on the plaza, which means there are teachers, that segment of Mexican society far more dedicated to trouble-making than teaching.

This color combo of red and black is often used by lefty rabble-rousers, and you’d be hard-pressed to find a lovelier example of cluelessness. Red is the color of communism, the philosophy that the state should control all. Black is the color of anarchy, the philosophy of no state whatsoever.

They are polar opposites. Pick one. You can’t have both.

And these are teachers, mind you, not farm hands or donkeys.

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BONUS MATERIAL

While on our exercise walk, I took two more shots to share with you.

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A corner we passed a few blocks away. It rained last night. I like the mountains.
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Giant aloe vera in our yard tosses out flowers this sunny morning.

Uprooting one’s roots

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At the top of the stairwell.

FOR THE FIRST decade after moving to Mexico I visited the United States once a year for a week or so. The primary motive was to see my mother.

The first three or four years I did it alone, flying. It was not until 2004 that my child bride had obtained a U.S. visitor visa. We then continued the trips, sometimes flying, other times driving. It’s a long way from our Mexican mountaintop to Atlanta, which is where my mother lived.

My mother died in January 2009 at age 90. After that, we’ve only been above the border once, a few months later, and that was to do paperwork related to my mother’s death. We went to San Antonio for that.

I have not visited my natal nation in nearly a decade. Instead I’ve remained down here in tumultuous Mexico and, oddly, life here has begun to seem normal. This is so even though I continue to equate Mexican life to Alice’s Wonderland.

This is because so many things here don’t make a lick of sense.

I almost never speak English, and I find myself forgetting English words on occasion. And though my Spanish is quite passable, I hardly would qualify as a Spanish professor. This occasionally leaves me dangling in a verbal limbo.

I find myself picking up Mexican habits. More and more, I respond “yes” to most queries. It’s easier that way. And doing something mañana instead of today leaves more relax time for today.

My driving habits cannot now be described as admirable.

One local habit I’ve not acquired and never will is epic, rampant, shameless lying.

I won’t be crossing the border again, ever. Everything I need can be found nearby. I watch America on the internet, and it looks disgraceful and sad. Walking the sidewalk here, on the other hand, I see people smiling.

With two exceptions, I have no relatives above the border. They all died except my sister and daughter. The first I do not like, and the second does not like me. I own no property in the United States.

I have no U.S. identification papers aside from my passport which I will not renew when it expires. Don’t know why I did it last time.

At this moment just past dawn, the church bell is slowly gonging down on the plaza, so someone died. It’s a mournful sound, but I feel pretty good about things in spite of having uprooted myself from the dirt from which I sprouted.

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On the stairwell landing, halfway down.

Bill & Barry said the same stuff

THIS VIDEO is a real hoot. Quite clever.

If you suffer from that thankfully noncontagious affliction widely known as TDS (Trump Derangement Syndrome), you’ll likely toss yourself on the floor, start screaming and thrashing your legs and arms like toddlers.

You may mindlessly holler, Impeach! Impeach! Impeach! You might intersperse that with Nazi! Fascist! Racist! Resist! Dictatorship!

Severe cases, and they are numerous, will threaten violence.

But the sane among us will just laugh at the video … and at you too.