THE UNSEEN MOON sends heartfelt congratulations this morning to the Brits who have thrown off — as of 11 p.m. last night — the yoke of the European Union.
Since Great Britain was one of the principals of the EU, there is hope of a domino effect and that other nations will come to their senses, embrace their nationalities and culture, and get the devil out of that nefarious, globalist organization.
Like open borders in North America, open borders in Europe has been a disaster, allowing millions of people, especially Mohammedans, from less successful nations to easily invade the countries of Western Europe where they set up their little caliphates, grab taxpayer money and incite violence.
But one wonders if it’s not too late for the British. A malevolent Mohammedan mayor rules London, and the favorite name for newborn boys in the United Kingdom last year was Mohammed. Not Cecil or Nigel.
This doesn’t bode well for British culture.
On a related note, President Trump has reduced substantially the contributions of U.S. taxpayers to the United Nations, another dreadful, globalist, plus anti-American organization. Perhaps after his re-election this year, he will do the right thing and toss the entire U.N. into the Atlantic Ocean, letting it paddle on its own.
Let us pray so.
In the meantime, let us cheer Great Britain and wish it well.
Now pass the fish and chips.
Or perhaps falafel and hummus would be more fitting.
THE MAGA CAP that I ordered almost two months ago on eBay from a company in China finally arrived at the Hacienda yesterday.
I wear it proudly here after finishing breakfast today. I didn’t pay much for the cap because I knew I’d never wear it in public. But the thing is so cheaply made and cheesy that I overpaid the two or three dollars, including shipping, that it cost me.
Those Chinamen are wily buggers. But Trump’s trade deals will put them in their places. And the new USMCA pact with Canada and Mexico that Trump signed yesterday will also benefit Americans. With luck, Mexicans too. The Canadians? Meh. They have Trudeau.
My child bride inquired if I’d be wearing the cap downtown, and I said I didn’t think that would be wise. She, however, said no Mexican would know what it symbolized. She didn’t. Maybe, but I’ll just hang it on the wall near my cracked Trump coffee mug.
Some readers will recall that I ordered a Trump mug shortly after his stupendous 2016 election, also from an eBay vendor. On arriving at Mexican Customs, an agent removed it from the insulated packaging, smashed it, replaced it in the box, and sent it on to me.
I pasted it back together the best I could, and it serves proudly as a pen-holder.
I may not be drinking java from my Memorial Mug, but I still love it, am using it, and that Customs agent can just stick his attitude where the sun doesn’t shine.
WE SHOULD have long departed the monsoon season here, so last week on a bright, sunny day, the latest in a fairly long line of bright, sunny days, I decided to raise two of the three canvas curtains on the upstairs terraza.
The three of them had been down since June when the monsoon season began. Guess what happened. That very afternoon, dark clouds appeared and some light rain fell. I lowered the curtains again. Maybe I’ll raise them again in mid-January.
Dang climate change! Why doesn’t Greta come to Mexico and snarl? We need her.
Curtains up or curtains down, it’s a great place to sit. I go out there at times with my Kindle when I have free moments in my harried, jam-packed days. I sit, begin reading … and nod off. It’s stunningly relaxing out there. The chairs, like the air, are soft.
Of late I’ve become more aware of changes brought by advancing age. The urge to get things done is reduced. You’d think the urge to get things done would increase due to a shortening timeline, but that’s not what happens. You shrug. Go with that old flow.
As Hillary Clinton famously said: What difference does it make?
I still get stuff done but in stages. Since it hasn’t rained much in recent weeks — apart from that light sprinkle I mentioned — it’s time to start watering the yard by hand. I have hoses rolled up here and there. Last week, I rolled out the longest one into the grass.
That was enough work for one day.
A few days later, I rolled out another to make it longer because the Hacienda’s yard, unfortunately, is too large. Yesterday, I connected the two. Whew! This morning, using another hose altogether, one beyond the Alamo Wall, I watered the ivy on the wall’s backside plus some greenery in planters outside my child bride’s pastry kitchen.
I breathed a sigh of satisfaction. Things are being done.
Want to hear an amusing story?
During the last presidential election, I noticed somewhere online that my last ex-wife was a Bernie supporter. Yes, it’s shocking, but she lacked my political wisdom due to my being here in Mexico while she remains unguided in Houston.
I’ve never been certain that she reads The Unseen Moon, but a few months ago, she emailed to ask why I was a Trump fan, proving — to her credit — that she is a Moon fan. I gave her a few of the many available great reasons, and I got no response.
Her birthday is December 6, so I sent her a Trump MAGA cap via Amazon, the embroidered version, not the cheaper painted variety. Again, silence. So few Democrats nowadays sport a sense of humor. We conservatives laugh a lot. We are happy people.
Shortly before sending the MAGA cap to my second ex-wife, I ordered one for myself from China via eBay, a cheap, painted version. I would have purchased the pricier, embroidered cap were I fairly sure it would arrive intact.
Some of you may recall what happened to the Trump coffee mug I ordered from eBay in 2017, not long after the Blond Bomber invaded the Oval Office. The mug was removed from its bubble wrap by Mexican Customs, broken into about 10 pieces, repackaged and sent on to me. I glued the larger pieces together, and now it’s a pen holder on my desk.
Take that, disgruntled paisanos!
My cap is en route. Be interesting to see if I get it in one piece. Sad.
Maybe now I’ll go back to the yard and water two or three more plants. Or connect two more hoses. As usual, there is no rush.
Oh, there’s a guy named José here painting, gussying up the Hacienda. I’ll have photos on that when he finishes. Probably be a week or more. We like to be stylin’.
The Hacienda is always cutting edge, both the buildings and the occupants.
IT’S AN OVERCAST, cool morning here at the Hacienda. I’ve been outside doing chores like cleaning the birdbath, wiping the patio table and chairs, chopping up banana leaves, that sort of thing. Abel the Deadpan Yardman comes mañana for what likely will be the final grass cutting of the season. The rains seem to have ended.
Back indoors now, and I found this video and a few more featuring this young German woman. She’s 19 and apparently making quite a splash online with straight talking against the excessive leftist nincompoopery in the Western World.
She is Naomi Seibt.
Some are calling her the conservative answer to that unfortunate, manipulated, uninformed, mentally ill, strident, Swedish girl Greta Thunberg. I am not badmouthing Greta. All of those adjectives are lamentably accurate. Her hippie parents should be jailed.
I enjoy bringing intelligence to your attention. If I had a Patreon account you could reward me financially, but I do not have a Patreon account, but thanks anyway.
While on things political, I would like to point you again to the just-published Inside Trump’s White House: The Real Story of his Presidency by Doug Wead, a former adviser to two U.S. presidents. I mentioned this book in passing on another post recently. I had just begun reading it then, but now I’m on the home stretch of the 448-page work.
It’s incredible and sad that so little is known about the very significant accomplishments of the Trump Administration due to the news media’s deliberate obfuscation since Trump took office almost three years ago. As I’ve mentioned here repeatedly, about the sole source of accurate info has been White House newsletters. You must subscribe.
But now this excellent, informative book is available.
Wead points out that the Trump phenomenon is unique in that his election win was not the traditional matter of one party defeating the other party. It is more accurately described as the Outsiders defeating the Insiders. The Insiders include Republicans and Democrats both, which explains why so many establishment Republicans oppose him still.
And it explains why the Insiders, particularly hysterical Democrats, are still pushing anything they can invent to eject the Outsider Trump from the Oval Office.
The book cites the huge economic successes, the defeat of ISIS (heard much about that?), the release of numerous American hostages, the resurgence of U.S. manufacturing, the big employment gains, getting NATO nations to pay their “fair share” for defense, the improved NAFTA (still not ratified due to Democrat stonewalling) and the considerable reduction of federal regulations that gets government off your back.
The list is very long, and most of it is ignored by the partisan news media and their apoplectic clients in the Democrat Party.
Buy the book. If you’re a clear-headed conservative, you’ll love it. If you’re a confused leftist, well, you’re not going to buy the book, are you? I’ve led you to the water trough, and now it’s up to you to insert your snout. You’ll be a better person for it. Trust me.
The morning overcast is burning off now, and it’s time to go downstairs for cereal and banana. Lunch at 2 p.m. will be smoked chops, stir-fried zucchini and tiny pasta.