The best #walkaway

A GAY NEW YORK hairstylist named Brandon Straka kicked off the #WalkAway movement with a YouTube video on May 26 of 2018. The movement has since ballooned to enormous proportions. What did Brandon walk away from?

The Democrat Party. Here is his original video.

The grassroots movement is no longer just a YouTube phenomenon. There are rallies and events nationwide on a regular basis. There is a website. The growing number of people abandoning the Democrat Party are notable for their diversity.

They are not just white yokels in flyover country.

There are blacks, whites, Hispanics, gays, lesbians, you name it, and what they have in common is they are waking up to the nefarious realities of today’s Democrat Party.

I walked away in 2008, long before Straka came to his senses.

I’ve watched a number of the #WalkAway videos on YouTube. By far the best I’ve seen is the one here at the top. The eloquent woman is a former Bernie campaign worker, and she speaks not only of her experience but that of her grandfather, a World War II vet who had been a lifelong Democrat and union leader. He walked away in 2016.

Bonus video. How the media lie to us every day. Sad.

Life on the streets

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I’VE NOT BEEN shooting as many photos as I used to. I’m good at photography, so this is a loss to the art world. The main reason is that my best camera, a Canon, is heavy, and I  weary of lugging it in my man bag.

So I’ve taken to toting the other camera, a Fujifilm Finepix, which is far lighter, but the zoom is significantly less. I have to be closer to things. No matter. I used the Finepix yesterday to get the above shot of street vendors. I’m acquainted with those two. They are very friendly people though they look quite serious in the photo.

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I also got this photo of Paula Romina, a great-niece of mine. It appears she was happy to see me. Maybe she was just happy to see the camera. She’s a drama queen.

I’m going to make a matte hard copy of that photo for her parents.

I have no grandchildren, nor nieces and nephews above the border and never will have. My father’s only sister was a lesbian. My only sister is a (grumpy) lesbian. My mother was an only child. My sole offspring, a daughter, is almost 53 and childless.

Our line of the family ends with my daughter. We are so conflictive and nuts, especially the distaff side, perhaps it’s for the best. Dr. Laura pointed out that it’s men who cause problems between nations, but it’s women who cause problems in families. Quite so.

What I lack in living Gringo relatives, I make up in Mexican relatives. While the generation of my child bride has passed beyond child-bearing age, the generation just after is breeding like bunnies, often without the benefit of matrimony.

If you’ve not seen my great collection of black-and-white shots, feel free to see it here.

My favorite lesbian

YOU WON’T FIND many lesbian atheists like Camille Paglia. Likely, she is the one and only. I’ve been a fan for decades.

Unlike most all lesbian atheists these days, she scorns political correctness. Most embrace it with a vengeance. Here she provides a great take-down of contemporary feminism. Not the original version of decades past — equal pay for equal work, etc. — but the new, man-hating, storm-trooper version.

I continue to cringe at what’s going on above the Rio Bravo, censorship has markedly escalated in recent months after the de-personing of the buffoon Alex Jones by most internet entities because they disagree with his opinions.

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No banking for you!

A relatively new censorship tactic by the American Bolsheviks (Democrat Party) that has received far less attention than it deserves comes from payment processors who are deleting conservative accounts. You can no longer contribute to Jones’ InfoWars via PayPal.

The Twitter alternative that is devoted to free speech, Gab.ai, has been threatened with the same action by its two payment processors, PayPal and Stripe.

This is akin to getting a letter from your bank that tells you it’s closing your checking account because your opinions differ from the bank’s.

Don’t think this is trivial. The Bolsheviks have moved their battle beyond social media. They’re coming after your wallets. You may be next.

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.