There’s much to ponder

I was thinking; If Leftists don’t believe in biological gender then why do they march for women’s rights?

I was thinking; If women do the same job for less money, why do companies hire men to do the same job for more money?

I was thinking; Since only 11 million people have ObamaCare, how will 24 million people die if it is repealed? Will an additional 13 million people be randomly shot?

I was thinking; We should stop calling them all “Entitlements.” Welfare, Food Stamps, WIC, ad nausea, are not Entitlements. They are taxpayer-funded handouts and shouldn’t be called Entitlements at all. But Social Security and Veterans Benefits are Entitlements because the people receiving them are entitled to them. They were earned and paid for by the recipients.

01515-thinking-cap-ideas-vectorI was thinking; If you rob a bank in a Sanctuary City, is it illegal, or is it just an Undocumented Withdrawal?

I was thinking; After the London “Lone Wolf” terrorist attack, government officials arrested at least eight other “Lone Wolves” who had conspired with the original “Lone Wolf” in planning the “Lone Wolf” attack.

Why do they tell us even though all involved are Mohammedans, you can be assured that the “Lone Wolf” attack has nothing at all to do with Islam, just like the other 1,000-plus “Lone Wolf” attacks by Mohammedans, are completely unassociated with Islam?

I was thinking; Why is each ISIS attack now a reaction to Trump policies, but all ISIS attacks during Obama’s term were due to Climate Change and a plea for jobs?

I was thinking; If Mohammedans want to run away from a Mohammedan country, does that mean they are Islamophobic?

I was thinking; If Democrats don’t want foreigners involved in our elections, why do they think it’s all right for illegals to vote?

I was thinking; Is the DNC is mad at Russia because it “thinks” they are trying to manipulate our elections, or because Russia is exposing that the DNC is manipulating our elections?

I was thinking; How did the Russians get Debbie Wasserman Schultz and the DNC to steal the Primary from Bernie Sanders? How did Russia get Donna Brazile to leak debate questions to Hillary Clinton in advance of the debates?

I was thinking; Why is it that Democrats think Super Delegates are fine, but they have a problem with the Electoral College?

I was thinking; If Donald Trump deleted all of his emails, wiped his server with Bleachbit and destroyed all of his phones with a hammer, would the Mainstream Media suddenly lose all interest in the story and declare him innocent?

I was thinking; If Hillary’s speeches cost $250,000 an hour, how come no one shows up to her free speeches?

I was thinking; If you don’t want the FBI involved in elections, don’t nominate someone who’s being investigated by the FBI.

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(Note: I did not write the above. I found it in the comment section of an online news website. It was left by someone who uses the moniker Brokemexifornia. But he says he did not write it either. Someone emailed it to him. So it’s anonymous.

(The only significant editing I did was to change Muslim to my preferred term, Mohammedan, and to change Liberal to Leftist. I use Mohammedan because it galls PC people, and I use Leftist instead of Liberal because it’s accurate.

(The sole bone I have to pick with the piece is the common claim that Social Security payments are simply the return of money paid into the account by the recipient during his working life. This is true for some people. Those who live a long time after retirement and/or retired early like me, often are getting handouts in their latter years, i.e. welfare.)

Confessions of a right-wing welfare king

I LIVE OFF welfare. I don’t deny it. It’s called Social Security.

Lots of folks argue that they’re just getting back the money they paid into the system over their working life. They don’t like to think they’re living on the dole.

While it was true for many years after the Social Security system started in 1935, when life spans were shorter, that you were just getting your money back, it’s far less so these days when life spans are longer.

Many, possibly most, recipients now get back what they paid into it, and after that they become welfare recipients. It’s a federal handout, not all that different from food stamps and Aid to Dependent Children Old People.

I don’t feel guilty in the slightest. If Uncle Sam had not promised me this decades ago, I would have made other plans. I might not even be living in Mexico.

I might be a greeter at Walmart in Houston.

Social Security recipients who live outside the United States are sent a snail-mail letter every year that we must fill out and return by November. I receive mine almost always in late June. I return it by registered mail which gives me a tracking number that works on both sides of the border.

I’ve been doing this for 11 years now.* The letter has always arrived, and my return letter has always been delivered. The Mexican mail system works well.

I sent the form on its way north just this morning from the post office downtown. My welfare greenbacks arrive at BBVA Bancomer on the 3rd of each month. As it sails over the Rio Bravo it magically morphs from dollars to pesos.

Mexican pesos are “real money” to me.

My monthly amount this year is $1,617 U.S., a 2 percent increase over last year. That’s the princely annual sum of $19,404. Some years we get an increase, some years not. It never decreases. I also get a small corporate pension. Living in the United States on this would be a colossal challenge, but not down here.

Down here I live like a Welfare King.

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* From age 55 to 62, I lived in Mexico almost entirely on savings.

Retirement is the cat’s pajamas

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No, this ole gent is not me. He’s not reading a Kindle.

I HAVEN’T worked one day for pay since Dec.19, 1999.*

It’s not rare that people, almost always men, drop dead not long after retirement due to having lost their life’s purpose. I did not suffer that issue.

I’ve never known what my life purpose is,** which simplifies things.

catBut it’s been almost 18 years now, the best 18 years of my life. Another world, another life, another wife, another language. I done good.

There’s something strange about living days, weeks, months and years without a job and you still have cash in your wallet. We have money due to Social Security (thanks, Uncle Sam), a small corporate pension (thanks, Hearst Corp.) and investments (thanks to wise me). Let’s hear it for capitalism!

Though I have no paying job, I do have work, almost daily. Why, just this morning, I swept the sidewalk and adjoining strip of street out front. I dumped the dirt, and it was all dirt, into a bucket, and I tossed it into the ravine.

This sort of thing does not provide life with meaning, but it does keep the sidewalk clean. That has societal value, I think.

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* A date as tattooed on my brain as is my birthday and my Air Force serial number.

** My fallback meaning-giver is Emily Dickinson whose quote elsewhere on this page does the trick for me. Were I a Christian or a Jew, which I am not, that would replace Emily Dickinson, one supposes.

Unemployed 17 years

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Pastoral scene not too far from the Hacienda.

JUST EIGHT weeks shy of reaching 17 years of no paid employment. Me, that is.

If someone had told me at, say, the age of 40 that I would retire at 55 and, 17 years later, would be living in a lovely Hacienda on a Mexican mountaintop in good health with a child bride, speaking Spanish all day, I would have said:

Yeah, sure. In my wildest dreams.

Yet stuff happens. I would not have believed it, that such good fortune would fall atop my head, but it did.

One reads of people who retire, usually men, and then drop dead a year later, often out of sheer boredom, having lost their reason to live, their job. But I’m not that person.

I’ve never been bored in my adult life. Not a moment.

How does one survive that long with no paying job? I do it with a combination of capitalism and socialism. I profited from the roaring stock market of the 1990s, plus I have a corporate pension, although it’s a puny one.

And then there is Social Security, the socialist element.

None of the above would have been enough were it not for the final element: moving to Mexico. One reads that living in Mexico is not as cheap as it was “in the old days.” Maybe, but it’s sure way cheaper than living in the United States.

Seems like it’s every week that I read about the ever-soaring medical insurance premiums the Gringos have to pay for the ObamaCare scam, the “you can keep your doctor” and “you can keep your current plan” bamboozle.

And the taxes! Lordy, what taxes, especially property taxes in some areas, and paying taxes for those unionized schools that turn out young, brainwashed airheads.

I was sitting at a sidewalk table on the plaza yesterday with a hot café Americano negro, reading a book, when I paused and looked at the cobblestone street and the red-clay roofs, and I thought to myself: Boy, you’re one lucky sumbitch.