Mexican life

A decade gone by

2014-01-10-The-TENIT WAS 10 YEARS ago about now when I was last in the United States. I don’t recall if it was just before or just after Obama’s first inauguration. I prefer to think it was before, so I can say I never set foot in Weepy Barry’s America.

There was no Black Lives Matter or Antifa, and SJW had not been invented yet. There was social strife and victimhood because multiculturalism had been boneheadedly promoted long before I departed, but nowhere near the absurd level that now exists. But I had never voted Republican.

My Democrats were not rioting in the streets. Nor were they prone to hysterics. They were more sensible people.

Visiting outside your native land is a strange sensation. Living in a world so different than that which sprouted you is odder still. Though I’m a Mexican citizen and almost never speak English, I don’t fit in below the border.

I just have to live with that. A price to pay, well worth it.

Quite a few Americans live in Mexico. The Mexican government puts the number at around 750,000, though you see much higher numbers on the internet, stated by people who don’t know what they’re talking about.

From what I read on internet forums, etc., most Americans (expats, a term I never apply to myself) in Mexico visit their homeland on a regular basis, as do Canadians. It’s like a siren call, but I’m deaf to it.

There are reasons. One is it’s very expensive up there. Two is that America has become a disappointment to me. (Former Supreme Court Justice Anthony Kennedy recently described contemporary American culture as vulgar and slipping into moral relativism.) Three is that it’s dangerous up there. Four is there’s nothing above the border that I need.

The last time I left Mexico was in 2012 when we flew to Cuba, which is a miserable place, but it was interesting. We’ll never do that again.

The last time I was in my old hometown of Houston was either 2007 or 2008. It had changed a lot since I left in January 2000. I imagine I would be flabbergasted to see it now.

Like San Miguel de Allende, where no more Mexicans live, Houston might be the flip side, where no more Americans live, just Mexicans.

And the last visit to another old hometown, New Orleans, was 2006, about a year after Hurricane Katrina. The city was a mess.

There are some things I miss about America. Fall foliage in Atlanta. Floating in the crystal clear Sabinal River in the Hill Country of Texas not far from the town of Utopia. Hot bowls of Vietnamese pho in Houston.

But America lacks some things I enjoy here. Cows on highway overpasses. The bray of burros in the distance or just down the street. Dogs on house roofs. Real cobblestone streets. Inexpensive living. Gonging of the church bell from the plaza. Hummingbirds sitting on my aloe vera.

Lovely brown-skinned babes. One of whom I married.

I cannot imagine I’ll ever visit the United States again. When I left America I was a youngster of 55, wet behind the ears. Later this year, I’ll turn 75, mold behind the ears. It’s been quite a ride.

Libertarian view

Inundation of irony

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Mexicans yelling at Central Americans to go back where they came from.

I HAVE LONG preached that promoting multiculturalism is a recipe for mayhem. Examples of this age-old truth are in plain view all over the world and have been since the dawn of mankind.

We ignore it at our peril.

People are tribal. There are many tribes. One of the main ones is the nation-state. Other tribes are that of religion, language and culture. These tribes often overlap. We prefer the company of people like ourselves.

Foggy-headed leftists fight this truth as they dream of one world, no borders, and sing Kumbaya. Oh, Lord, Kumbaya. Everyone will live in harmony.

Though they never, ever have.

Above you see Mexicans in Tijuana who are unhappy, to put it mildly, at the invasion of Central Americans. They want them to beat feet back where they came from. I pray you see the knee-deep irony.

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I just finished a fascinating book that relates to this topic. Its title is Enoch Was Right: “Rivers of Blood” 50 Years On. That would be the brilliant British parliamentarian Enoch Powell who famously delivered a speech on April 20, 1968, in which he eloquently warned of the danger of uncontrolled immigration from nations that are drastically different from Great Britain.

The Establishment reviled him. Today, dangerous, ethnic ghettos abound in Great Britain full of folks maintaining the ways of their tribes back in Syria, Kenya, Sudan, etc., and Brits are arrested, prosecuted and imprisoned for complaining about it in public.

Let us pause now for another verse of Kumbaya.

Or perhaps not.

Libertarian view

Definition of a nation

DONALD TRUMP is a nationalist. Weepy Barry was not. I am a nationalist too, but now I have two nations in my man bag. Can get a trifle confusing.

Leftists have made much progress, 100 percent among themselves, in making nationalist a bad word. Fact is, though, it’s a great word, a fine concept.

Ditto for patriotism.

What is a nation anyway? It’s a big family, a group of people with commonalities. Historically, a nation is a group of people of the same race, the same religion, the same language, the same beliefs. Due to modern transportation and communication, this has become unraveled to a degree.

This unraveling is mostly in rich, successful nations because that’s where people from poor, unsuccessful nations want to go. The latter are the ones President Trump inelegantly but accurately referred to as “shithole” nations.

In this category are Haiti, Nicaragua, Honduras, Venezuela, Yemen, Nigeria and Syria, to name just a few. There are others, sadly.

Slavery in the United States was a huge error and not just because it was a terrible thing for the Africans, but because it led to the racial strife that now exists in that troubled land. This will not end, by the way, which is just one example of the dire problems that come with diversity.

Moral: Do not encourage multiculturalism/diversity.

As families live in houses, nationalities live in nations. It’s a perfect analogy. When families go to bed at night, they lock their doors so culprits cannot sneak in and do dirty. During the day, the door is closed, perhaps still locked, and if someone wants to visit, they ring the doorbell and get welcomed … or not.

A family can welcome someone into their home if they wish. If they don’t wish, the visitor is told to take a hike. This is how it should be with a family, and with a nation too.

Leftists are now Globalists, people who, for the most part, do not believe in borders. In spite of this, you can bet they lock their homes at night.

They are naive but not stupid.

These Leftists/Globalists will tell you that all people are basically the same, a silly concept that has come down to us from the Kumbaya-swaying Stoned Sixties. It’s almost exclusively the Western World where you find this daffiness. You rarely encounter these ideas in Latin America, Africa or Asia where people tend to be overwhelmingly nationalist and patriotic.

You also will rarely find political correctness outside the white, Western World. PC is basically a White Man’s Concept, a pistol aimed at himself.

The Leftist/Globalist belief that people are all basically alike flies in the face of reality. People are alike physically, and that’s it. We all have two arms, two legs and a head perched atop our shoulders.

Our hearts and minds could not be more varied. Millions of people do not believe in majority rule or freedom of speech and religion or that men and women are equal or that you have a right to your own opinion. And if they move into your neighborhood, they will not change their minds about those things.

Their attitudes (yours too) are set in stone from centuries back.

We are spectacularly suspicious of one another. This is both an individual and a group (i.e. tribal) trait. The suspicion normally leads to dislike or hate. From there, it’s a short voyage to violence. This was true when Man lived in caves, and it’s not one whit less true today.

Believing that people are all basically the same, i.e. like you, is the attitude of a love-struck teenage girl, and it’s an attitude, when spread over a wide area, that often will get you killed. The hairy men and women on the far side of the mountain do not share that belief, and they have spears and axes.

We’re seeing this on a grand scale in much of Europe today where those governments that think like love-struck teenage girls have dissolved their borders in the spirit of multiculturalism and “helping the unfortunate.” Cultural and financial disaster have followed. And blood-letting.

Some Europeans are balking at this, especially in Eastern Europe where not-too-distant connection with the Soviet Union has formed a people who do not think like love-struck teenage girls.

Nationalism is smart. Recognize human nature for what it is, and always will be. Lock your doors at night, especially if you live in a questionable neighborhood. Likewise, control your borders because much of the world is a questionable neighborhood full of folks who do not share your values.

And never will.

President Trump grasps this.

The Odd Pot

A nation gone mad

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Brought down by a politically correct control tower. Courtesy of the Obama Administration.

NO, I’M NOT referring to the fact that Mexico likely will soon elect to the presidency a guy who goes by his initials AMLO. I’m referring to the United States.

Apparently, this has been going on for a while, but it only came to my attention recently. The U.S. federal government, during the Obama administration, changed the rules for hiring air-traffic controllers.

While the primary goal previously was hiring the most talented applicants, the main goal now is to bring diversity into the control tower. Too many air-traffic controllers were white men. The horror!

Whenever affirmative action enters a process, quality suffers. While this is not so critical when it’s done in universities or corporate offices, doing it with air-traffic controllers is nincompoopery on a stunning level.

While political correctness in the United States has become so overboard that one wearies of rolling one’s eyeballs, this action takes potential consequences to new, stellar heights. This nonsense, as this sort of insanity invariably does, comes to you from the Democrat Party.

Next time you’re flying into Chicago’s O’Hare Airport, know that it may be Maxine Water’s previously unemployed grandson who’s guiding the pilot on final approach. And as the fireball races down the aisle, rest easy in the knowledge that racial injustice from two centuries ago has finally been corrected.

Watch the video. The situation’s actually worse than I’ve indicated.