Days of our lives

YESTERDAY WE ate tuna lasagna in The Lasagna Factory in the nearby capital city. We wanted vegetarian, but none was available. So tuna it was, and it was good.

Then we visited Costco and Chedraui for various staples before heading home to our mountaintop abode where peace reigns.

This morning I stepped out to the service patio and noticed, just past the steel stairway to the kitchen roof, a sizable spray of bird crap and a baby bird, deceased. Crap! I uttered to no one in particular. I glanced up, way up, and saw no nest. Strange.

I swept up the birdie corpse, tossed it in the trash outside in the Garden Patio, returned and looked up again, which is when I saw movement. Here’s the situation: There is a huge wasp nest up there, long abandoned, and so high I had never knocked it down.

Swallows had somehow turned a part of the wasp nest, a part that was drooping, into a home of their own, and there’s a family there, minus the one who plunged to his demise. I’ll keep an eye on the situation, and when the little buggers bugger off, the extension ladder will put me within range to knock the whole shebang down, and I will.

Why can’t swallows mind their own business? Nest under bridges or in the house of the people out back who blare music too loud? Where is the justice?


Tomorrow will be a big day here. More plant murder is planned.

The monster aloe vera which resides at the bedroom corner in what I’ve long called the Willy Nilly Zone will be uprooted and toted to God knows where.

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That aloe vera will go, but the datura will stay.

We once had three of these big babies, but Abel the Deadpan Yardman removed one a few years back. It was somewhat smaller than the one in the photo. I have a crew coming in the morning with machetes and a pickup truck.

It’s the same crew that removed the towering nopal, the monster bougainvillea and the annoying loquat tree.

After that’s done, Abel comes the following day, and I’m going to have him remove most everything in that area. It’s not clear from the photo, but there are tons of weeds. I will plant new stuff, but not plants that grow enormous.

More on this in a few days.


Our mayor has tested positive for the Kung Flu virus. He posted a video announcement on Facebook yesterday while sitting at a desk, which I assume is in his home, in normal clothes, wearing a facemask, to say he’s staying put for two weeks.

He’s a real glad-hander, so his getting Kung Flu is no shock. I wish him a speedy recovery, or maybe he’ll be one of those who never show symptoms, if such a thing exists.

He looked fine in the video.


In closing, here’s a little humor on the state of America. I might make this a recurring feature. Send me stuff.

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The truths of the matter

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THERE IS NO white privilege in America. There is black privilege, loads of it.

If two equally qualified people apply for a job, and one is black, the other white, then the black person will get the job. The same applies to university admissions.

This is no systemic racism against blacks, but there is systemic racism against whites. It’s not as dire as the systemic racism against whites that exists today in South Africa and Zimbabwe, due to U.S. population numbers. Be thankful for that.

There was systemic racism against blacks a century ago. But not now.

Black Lives Matter. White Lives Matter too. Ditto for Oriental lives, Latino lives and the lives of American Indians. Buildings and businesses also matter.

Michael Brown was not shot by a white cop while saying, Don’t shoot! Numerous investigations, including by the Obama Justice Department, proved that.

Police shootings of unarmed black men are significantly fewer than police shootings of unarmed white men. The greatest source of violent death faced by blacks in America today come from other black people.

Having one drop of “black blood” labeled you black a century ago, and that put you at a serious disadvantage. Having one drop of “black blood” today still paints you black, and that delivers big advantages. It can catapult you into the White House.

That’s black privilege.

Women are not paid less than men for the same work. Not these days.

There are no more than two sexes.

Multiculturalism and diversity unsettle society.

The party for blacks is the GOP, not the Democrats. See video in comments.

Truth matters.

“A police-free future”

FROM THE Star-Tribune in Minneapolis yesterday:


In their boldest statement since George Floyd’s killing, nine Minneapolis City Council members told a crowd Sunday that they will “begin the process of ending the Minneapolis Police Department.”

“We recognize that we don’t have all the answers about what a police-free future looks like, but our community does,” they said, reading off a prepared statement. “We’re committed to engaging with every willing community member in the City of Minneapolis over the next year to identify what safety looks like for you.”


Those nine members make up a veto-proof majority of the Democrat-dominated Minneapolis City Council.

Steal shoes for justice!

I LIVED IN SANTA MONICA a spell around 1965. I worked in a Beverly Hills car lot, parking the Cadillacs of the One-Percenters, but I didn’t feel resentful. Had I not been so broke, I would have had more fun, maybe even stayed in California.

Perhaps if a rogue cop had killed an unarmed thug on the other side of the country during my time in Santa Monica, I could have easily plundered some stores as payback for that death, and pocketed some moolah.

Or maybe not. I was not raised that way.

Here’s an engaging video about Black Lives Matters “protests” in Santa Monica, which apparently now considers itself a socialist paradise. We did not see ourselves that way when I lived in Santa Monica. It was just a fun beach town.