Dangerous Lies indeed

I GET ADVISORIES via email about new offerings on Netflix. One arrived yesterday, a movie that debuts later this month. It’s called Dangerous Lies. I watched the trailer, which I still call the preview, and there it was again.

The ubiquitous interracial romance.

The percentage of new movies and television series these days that include interracial marriages is pretty close to 100 percent. If you’re making a movie or TV show, you’re obligated, it appears, to have a couple who do not look like one another.

There is nothing wrong with interracial marriage. I suppose I am in one because she is a tad darker than I am, plus she speaks another language, making us both interracial and cross cultural, so I have my bona fides. But Hollywood went off the deep end long ago, and it’s getting worse. It’s laughably absurd because it is not true to life.

In the real world, almost everyone marries someone of the same race. So when another movie or TV series shows up with yet another obligatory interracial romance, you just roll your eyes and think: How absolutely idiotic.

Hollywood’s intention, of course, is to convince us, by repetition, that it’s normal. It’s textbook PC indoctrination, pure and simple. But it’s far from normal.

And not just that. Every movie family also has its homosexual friends or neighbors, more often gay guys than lesbians because gay guys generally are more pleasant than lesbians. I speak from experience on that point (my sister). But the ubiquity of gay friends, both single and couples, again does not reflect reality.

Most people do not have gay friends because the gay percentage of the population is quite small. There simply are not enough of them to go around for all of us to have one or two. But in movies and TV shows, pretty much everyone has gays in their life.

But back to the interracial marriages. Their children invariably look like cute, little Barack Obamas. Light tans, very curly, big bushy hair, often with blue or green eyes and well spoken. The kids never jive talk. They are polite and lovable.

These families exist. Power to them. People have gay friends. Fine by me. But I do wish Hollywood would halt this endless, diversity propaganda.

Even so, the preview of Dangerous Lies was interesting. We’ll be watching the movie even though we’ll be rolling our eyeballs at the same time.

Come to think of it, Dangerous Lies pretty much sums it all up.

The title is a Freudian boo-boo.

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Rest assured that these three met just 10 minutes before the photo shoot.

Family matters

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My daughter gets a surprise new car that my mother and I bought her in the late 1980s.

“Men cause problems between nations. Women cause problems in families.”

THAT’S A QUOTE from long-time radio host, physiologist and family therapist Dr. Laura Schlessinger. I heard her say that on the radio in the late 1990s when I was living in Houston. It stuck with me because it is so true.

The only Gringo family I still have are two women, my daughter and my sister. I have not communicated with my sister in over eight years. That was my decision because she is explosive and stressful to interact with. And I haven’t heard anything out of my daughter in two or more years. That was not my decision.

My daughter is not explosive, but she is hyper-sensitive and hair-trigger to offend. I apparently offended her in some way years back, after my Mexico move, so she has never visited me here in spite of my invitations, invitations I have given up on extending.

She gets her hyper-sensitivity honestly, from her mother who is also hyper-sensitive. We copy our parents to a great degree, and as a child she was around her mother far more than she was around me. Her mother and I split when she was just 5 years old.

My daughter and I had a great relationship when she was 5. When she was 8, her mother and mom’s boyfriend hightailed it to Canada and never told me where or how to contact them. This was primarily because the police were after them. They (were) returned to New Orleans about three years later. My daughter was 11.

She and I reconnected at that point, but it was never the same. She told me later that she had believed I was dead. Wasn’t that a swell thing for her mother to impart?

She lives in Athens, Georgia, now with her second husband, a patent lawyer. She is 53. They’ve been married for about 25 years, and they have no children, so I’m not a grandfather, and never will be. I would like having grandkids. It would be fun.

This all saddens me quite a lot.

My sister lives in the small town of Arcata in Northern California. I learned this online. She moved there from Atlanta at some point in the past eight years. She followed her long-time “partner” there. My sister identifies as a lesbian!

She used to be straight, but then she switched teams about 40 years ago.

Out of curiosity this week, I did internet sleuthing and discovered that she lives in a double-wide trailer, or at least that’s what it looks like on Google Street View. I learned about a month ago that her partner died two years ago at age 77. Her partner was far more personable than my sister. I liked her. R.I.P.

My sister is 78. I sometimes wonder if age has calmed her. I doubt it.

My daughter and my sister won’t communicate either. I don’t know which one started that aspect of the miserable situation. Both are professional therapists, by the way, as is my daughter’s mother. The three of them. Isn’t that a hoot?

Enough about them. Let’s trot this notion of women causing problems in families over to my horde of Mexican relatives. What do I see? I see us men mostly minding our own business and the women lighting gas fires all over the place. The gossip and the ensuing problems are endless. This appears to be a universal phenomenon. Sad.

Why can’t women be more like men?

Good night, Dr. Laura, wherever you are.

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.