Saturday morning in the barrio

Abel at work today.

Saturdays are pretty routine as are the other six days of the week, but Saturday morning is when Abel the Deadpan Yardman comes calling with his weedeater. I provide the mower and gasoline for both machines.

Why do I call him deadpan? Well, he can smile. I have seen it, but not often. He’s been cutting the grass and doing the occasional other yard chore for years, ever since I got too shiftless to do it. He has never said a word to me beyond responding to a question.

Nary a peep.

As mentioned some weeks back, he’s more a musician than a yardman, specifically a trumpter with a local noise band.

Alyssum.

I did some yardwork before he arrived at 10. I cleared out a small area that was filled with both sweet alyssum and weeds. The latter was getting the better of the former, and they could not be separated, so out they went, the whole little zone.

Next I watered the potted plants on the downstairs terraza before resting on a rocking chair with a glass of green juice and collagen that my child bride whipped up.

The sky is overcast, and it’s cool. Amazon.mx says my new Kindle and its cover will arrive today. I hope so. It left San Miguel de Allende a bit after 6 a.m. I don’t know why it was in that Gringo-infested burg since it started its journey my way from Mexico City.

Climbing rose crept into the datura bush.

And that reminds me. There’s a big encampment of people in Mexico City’s Zocalo, citizens who want our megalomaniac president to resign. I hope they are successful. Someone in the opposition PAN party has introduced legislation, or something, to have the president’s mental faculties examined. Makes sense to me. He’s a whack job.

The encampment in Mexico City. Power to the people!

We’ll be having chicken, beans and rice for lunch today. I hope the Kindle arrives soon because I want to go downtown this afternoon and put my feet up for a spell.

I deserve that. I’m verily pooped.

Drowning in irony

OUR NEW leftist president (known by his initials AMLO but whom I prefer to call El Presidente Moonbat) was inaugurated December 1st and quickly began to openly and malevolently encourage Central Americans to enter Mexico and head to the U.S. border with invasion on their minds. Not surprisingly, the illegals have flooded over from Guatemala.

Moonbat assisted them in various ways — transportation, food and Lord knows what else — until President Trump — the Blond Bomber whom America is so fortunate to have in the Oval Office — decided to take action with the tariff threat.

Moonbat folded like a warm tortilla.

He sent troops to Mexico’s southern border to stem the tide. The government has also begun to check identification of long-distance bus passengers in the northern border zone in spite of indignant cries of “invasion of privacy.” Yeah, sure.

As Central American illegals continue to pile up on our end, we Mexicans grow increasingly unhappy with the situation. According to a new poll published in El Universal newspaper, 61 percent of Mexicans want stricter border controls down south to keep out the illegal aliens. The percentage is up from 49 percent last October.

irony-alert-ironicI’m sure you can see the irony here, ¿no? We can invade the United States and demand our “rights,” but when Central Americans invade us, well, we don’t like it one little bit. Get them out of here, damned illegals!

Unlike in the United States where illegals do menial jobs cheaply and vote for Democrats,* we Mexicans have no need for people to do menial jobs cheaply. We already have lots of paisanos for that, and you cannot vote here unless you have a voter ID** which is only available with proof of citizenship.

Yes, in many ways we are sharper than the Gringos.

But Mexicans made a big mistake in voting for Moonbat.

Update: Another poll, this time by El Financiero, indicates only 36 percent of Mexicans want Mexico to accept illegals being shipped back from the United States.

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* How do you think Hillary won the popular vote?

** Full color, laminated and mugshot. I have one!

Beneath a cool, blue sky

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The grass circle behind is where the cursed peach tree lived.

THE PERSONALITY OF Tom Snyder, who hosted the Tomorrow show late nights on NBC from 1973 to 1982, was once likened to a Harley-Davidson with the throttle stuck wide open.

I often remember that line when I think about my child bride because she’s a high-energy sort who almost never relaxes.

I, on the other hand, am an old Vespa stuck on idle.

An obsession she’s resurrected recently is knitting, and she’s very good at it. I took the above photo yesterday while we were enjoying the midday sun on the new yard patio under clear, blue, cool skies.

She’s making a shawl for a niece, Paula Romina, who’s just shy of 2 years old. My bride promises she’ll later knit a sweater for me. I already have two she’s crafted, one a black wool and one a wine acrylic.

Breakfasts have been ratcheted up a notch in recent weeks, emotion-wise, because she watches (on a Samsung tablet) the 7 a.m. press conference given by our doofus, leftist president. That means she arrives at the table around 8 a.m. in a state of high dudgeon. Daily.

She really loathes the prez, who recently compared himself to Benito Júarez, exhibiting an stunning level of hubris. It would be like Trump comparing himself to Abraham Lincoln.

Being an old Vespa, however, I react in a more leisurely fashion.

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Life goes on

I went to a dentist here in town yesterday at 5. My usual dentist, since 2014, works in the nearby state capital, but I had an issue between Christmas and New Year’s, and he was on vacation.

So I called a young woman dentist here, and she saw me on Christmas Eve day at noon. The issue was resolved, but a small cavity partially below the gum line in the back was discovered. That’s why I saw her yesterday.

She shares a practice with two brothers. The three have different specialties. Their office looks fairly humble from the street, but once you step inside it’s very modern and large. I would recommend them to anyone in town who doesn’t want to drive to the state capital.

Speaking of which, that’s what we’re doing today, driving to the state capital for shopping. Normally, we do that weekly but, due to the gasoline shortage caused by our new doofus president who thinks he’s a reincarnation of Benito Júarez, it’s only the second trip there this month.

The gasoline crisis has vanished for now. Gas stations are open. They either have no line of cars waiting, or the line is very short.

Lord knows what the ding-a-ling is going to pull next.

10-great-white-egret-in-flight-paulette-thomasReturning to the Hacienda about 6:30, I paused at the archway entrance to the veranda.

There was still a good bit of light — the days are getting longer — and I saw a low-altitude, V-formation of white egrets.

Perhaps if I’d returned to the veranda 30 minutes later, I would have seen our bats depart on their nightly bug hunt. Life goes on.

But not for some of those bugs.

Know-nuttin’ economics

MEXICO’S PRESIDENT-ELECT, a leftist who’s best known by his initials AMLO, takes office in December, but he’s been talking a lot since winning the presidency by a landslide in July.

Leftists are known for their big talk. Just within the last week, he’s promised “free” healthcare like the Canucks and much of Europe have, he says. We have our own Latino Bernie Sanders.

AMLO also has promised to greatly reduce or eliminate federal inspections; for instance, checking to see if gas stations are stiffing  the customers. It’s better to just “trust the people” to do the right thing, i.e. gas station owners.

Instead of making presidential decisions, which was what he was elected to do, he talks a lot about “letting the people decide,” i.e. plebiscites on all manner of issues, a very costly method of decision-making, of course.

It’s also an easy out if things go sour. Wasn’t my doing. The people decided!

He’s also vowed to clamp down on a federal consumer protection agency known as PROFECO. It’s hard to grasp his thought processes on that one.

He’s real big on “trusting the people.” He’s promising to raise the minimum wage too, of course. A couple of our relatives here on the mountaintop run a humble hotel, and they were big AMLO supporters. However, their enthusiasm has waned on learning they may have to pay their few employees higher salaries.

Oh, dear.

Is a high minimum wage a good thing? Everyone likes a fatter paycheck.

In the United States, the Democrat Party pushes a higher minimum wage, and the Republicans usually oppose it, making them look like the black hats. But who are really the black hats? Who is right, Democrats or Republicans?

For an excellent, easy-to-read take on raising the minimum wage, its unforeseen consequences, and lots of other economic issues, I highly recommend Economics in One Lesson by Henry Hazlitt.

One of Hazlitt’s primary points is that when government mandates something, downstream effects should be investigated, not just the immediate result. This isn’t done as often as it should be, certainly not with minimum-wage hikes.

Now let’s turn to the video, which was made in the seething leftist hotbed of Seattle. How are “liberal” business owners reacting to the idea of a $15 minimum wage? Not too well, it seems, and that pastes a grin on my face.

The Social Justice Warriors in front of them walked around to their rears, morphed into Poetic Justice and bit ’em in their arses!