Double dose of irony

I POSTED A piece on June 20, Drowning in Irony, about the anger many Mexicans feel due to people from south of their border invading Mexico without permission, which is to say illegal aliens from (mostly) Central America.

The irony, of course, is that Mexicans feel they have every right to sneak into the United States illegally, but when other people from even farther south sneak into Mexico illegally, well, that’s another matter altogether.

This is irony involving Mexicans.

And now we have irony involving people who embrace Political Correctness, specifically England where PC maintains a steel grip these days. The British government enforces diversity, inclusion, tolerance and all that hooey on a daily basis. If you don’t toe the line, a prison term is a real possibility. Just ask Tommy Robinson.

Birmingham, England’s “second city,” is infested with Mohammedans due to England’s Politically Correct, open-arms approach to immigration, which Mohammedans have taken advantage of to a monumental degree. The cash benefits are great!

“Inclusion” is, of course, integral to Political Correctness. So we now have this school in Birmingham that is dead set on forcing a LGBT curriculum on pre–schoolers.* You can imagine how that sits with Mohammedans, none of whom embrace “inclusion.”

Especially with homosexuals whom they prefer to murder.

This is our second dose of irony. 

Many of Birmingham’s large Mohammedan population do not even speak English, and their womenfolk walk about covered in black sheets. Assimilation? Ha!

The woman doing the interview in the video is Katie Hopkins, an English, conservative, incendiary whom you either love or hate. I love her. Not normally a fan of Mohammedans, Katie keeps her cool here and makes excellent points.

When more loony leftist irony comes to my attention, count on me to post it here. Their core, fatal problem is they don’t understand human nature.

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* The mind reels, does it not?

The thuggish left

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Democrats want to murder me!

YOU MAY BE familiar with the very funny, parody videos on YouTube over the past few months, featuring a cute 8-year-old named Ava Martinez who mimicked the clueless, young congresswoman widely known as AOC.

Ava’s channel was known as Mini AOC, and her stepfather and uncle were the adult supervisors of the fun channel. Ava was even interviewed on national TV.

She aspires to being an actress.

The channel has been closed and all work deleted. Why? Because leftists have doxxed and threatened Ava and her family, including death threats on the family’s phone.

As Dennis Prager has repeatedly stated, the left ruins everything it touches. These are people who vote for today’s Democrat Party, the people who preach tolerance, inclusion, fight “racism,” think there are more than two sexes and praise diversity.

Too many of them, however, are simply thugs.

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Adiós, Ava. It was fun while it lasted.

Meanwhile, in other leftist lunacy, Nike has withdrawn tennis shoes that sported the American flag because Colin Kaepernick took offense. Below is the shoe that Kaepernick wants to wear. And Nike pays attention to this doofus.

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Last week a reporter covering the Democrat debates overhead a member of the audience say out loud: I don’t think I’m a Democrat anymore. I had that same revelation in 2008.

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May you have it soon, if you haven’t already. MAGA!

Knitters go nuts

91bMAsgf8bL._UL1500_JUST WHEN YOU think America can’t get any crazier, this comes along.

A major online knitting society known as Ravelry — get it? — has banned Trump supporters because, as everyone knows, they are “white supremacists,” which will come as a surprise to Candace Owens, Ben Carson, Azealia Banks, the incredibly hot Stacy Dash, Dennis Rodman, Omarosa, Herschel Walker, Diamond & Silk and scads of others.

The list is lengthy, proving that not all black voters are nincompoops. Sadly, however, too many are. But the list is shrinking. See #WalkAway on YouTube.

Ravelry ironically claims it banned Trump fans to promote “inclusion,” proving that Ravelry members can knit, but they cannot think in a straight line.

This move touches me personally because my daughter is a rabid knitter and so is my child bride. A couple of years ago, I saw my daughter wearing one of those “pink pussy hats” online. Dear God, where did I go wrong? My child bride wears no hats of any sort.

While my wife does not actively promote the Trump presidency, she does appreciate what he’s doing and how he does it. She “gets it.” Thank me for that. She has a far better opinion of Trump than she does of Mexico’s president, whom she loathes, an opinion she reached on her own. I had nothing to do with it, though I do agree.

My child bride does not participate on Ravelry, which is a good thing. It would present the nutty knitters with a dilemma. They would have to ban a brown-skinned Mexican mestizo for being a “white supremacist.” How silly would that be?

About as silly as calling Stacy Dash a white supremacist.

No more kissing: an update

DUE TO COLOSSAL stupidity on the parts of a couple of young relatives last March, I swore off the Latino custom of rampant kissing and hugging.

I had never liked it in the first place.

Some will remember my post on the matter in April. In brief, this is what happened: The two young relatives nudged their toddler in my direction one evening to give me a goodbye kiss, which she did. Seconds later, they revealed they were on their way to a doctor’s office because they suspected the child might have chickenpox.

And she surely did.

I have never had chickenpox, a very contagious affliction that is serious business to adults and even graver (pun intended) for elderly adults, which I am. I then sweated bullets the next three weeks, the time it normally requires for chickenpox to appear after one is exposed. Luckily, I did not get sick. I have since been vaccinated.

I was mad as hell and immediately decided to opt out of the kissing custom. Obviously, the locals cannot be trusted. Gotta bad cold? No matter. Kiss. Got the flu even? No matter. Kiss. Got the bubonic plague, leprosy? No matter. Kiss. One who does not live in a Latino nation cannot grasp the power of this idiotic custom.

You do it. No matter what. Or you are rude and cold.

Well, I ain’t doing it no more. And I have not since March, and I won’t in the future.

emoji-emoticon-kiss-lips-Favim.com-4738930When I announced this decision to relatives here on the mountaintop, I was met with both surprise and amusement. The crazy Gringo. The one relative I thought would have the most trouble with my decision is my child bride’s sister who owns the coffee shop downtown where I hang out a lot.

I had to kiss her a hundred times a day, or so it seemed.

She is extremely traditional and provincial to boot. But after a day or two, surprisingly, she was okay with it, and now we throw air kisses on seeing one another the first time each day, or we just wave and smile. I do the same with the rest of the kin.

We also have relatives in the nearby capital city and in Querétaro farther north. Those folks do not know of my smooching decision, and I’ve yet to encounter any of them since the chickenpox scare. Since I rarely see them, I likely will just kiss them and be done with it, which will be easier than explaining it all.

But I am enjoying my new, kiss-liberated life. I’m not a kissy person anyway. The only person hereabouts whom I want to kiss is my wife. Nobody else.

So this is working out fine.

If you see me, do not expect a kiss. But I will shake your hand.

If you don’t have chickenpox.