My favorite lesbian

YOU WON’T FIND many lesbian atheists like Camille Paglia. Likely, she is the one and only. I’ve been a fan for decades.

Unlike most all lesbian atheists these days, she scorns political correctness. Most embrace it with a vengeance. Here she provides a great take-down of contemporary feminism. Not the original version of decades past — equal pay for equal work, etc. — but the new, man-hating, storm-trooper version.

I continue to cringe at what’s going on above the Rio Bravo, censorship has markedly escalated in recent months after the de-personing of the buffoon Alex Jones by most internet entities because they disagree with his opinions.

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No banking for you!

A relatively new censorship tactic by the American Bolsheviks (Democrat Party) that has received far less attention than it deserves comes from payment processors who are deleting conservative accounts. You can no longer contribute to Jones’ InfoWars via PayPal.

The Twitter alternative that is devoted to free speech,, has been threatened with the same action by its two payment processors, PayPal and Stripe.

This is akin to getting a letter from your bank that tells you it’s closing your checking account because your opinions differ from the bank’s.

Don’t think this is trivial. The Bolsheviks have moved their battle beyond social media. They’re coming after your wallets. You may be next.

Leave balls at border

WE’RE DRIVING to San Miguel de Allende this week for a couple of days. The primary purpose of visiting that Gringo-infested outpost is to renew my expired U.S. passport.

Now sure exactly why I’m bothering to do this, especially since it’s going to set me back over $100, money I could more profitably use to keep myself in tacos for many years.

We do little (next to none) international travel, and my Mexican passport will serve for anywhere except the United States, a place that is not hollering my name anymore.

That nation is on a downward trajectory, something that grows more painfully obvious by the day. Pathetic and ignorant people are now running the American farm.

The U.S. Marine Corps has been forced to remove the word “man” from 19 job titles. I can easily see this happening on university campuses, but the Marines?!

New ImageI predict that soon the Marine Corps will consist of troops who look like Pajama Boy and this smug news lesbian.

Just below is a brief discussion about the issue of feminism by the wonderful Christina Hoff Sommers and the always interesting Camille Paglia.

Meanwhile, the neutering of a once-great nation marches on, and nobody seems to be able to apply the brakes.

The Russians and/or Chinese will do it in time.

Or maybe the Mohammedans.

Quite a lovely day

Friday, the 17th of October in the year of the Goddess 2014.
Friday, the 17th of October in the year of the Goddess 2014.

SITTING ON THE web chair Friday next to the glass-top table on the yard patio and under the big brown umbrella, I look over yonder, admiring this photo scene I’ve seen a gazillion times and that people who’ve visited here with any regularity have seen 563 times. No matter. I love it, and I’m a sharing sort of fellow.

At noon, the sky was mostly clear. It had not rained the past few days. Could the Mexican monsoon be over? Let us pray so, which is what I considered doing as I sat with my Kindle reading H.L. Mencken’s Newspaper Days, one of a recently issued Days trilogy. The other two books are Happy Days and Heathen Days.

I’ve never read a book by Mencken before, just the occasional quote. Here is one that I, of course, concur with:

“Whenever A annoys or injures B on the pretense of saving or improving X, A is a scoundrel.”

But that was yesterday. It broke my heart when late in the afternoon, the skies over the mountains blackened (no racial ill will intended), but it held off. No rain. And here this morning, Saturday, it is overcast but still dry.

However, there was a tropical storm out in the sea, and that could dump an arm of the Mexican monsoon on us today. Perhaps those black clouds last night were related. Looks marginally clear right now.

I think the Goddess controls the overall atmosphere and perhaps contracts out tropical storms to some other spirit. I hope she keeps the storm spirit under her thumb today. She can be stern when needed.

Speaking of the Goddess and the related Christian God, have you been following the hubbub in Houston where the lesbian mayor wishes to have final say over sermons in churches? She doesn’t want anybody disagreeing with gay marriage or, I suspect, anything related to the collectivist playbook.

They brook no disagreement. The First Amendment pains them.

The backlash has been fierce, and it appears she’s tucking her tail between sections of her ample hindquarters and heading behind the nearest Texas duck blind.

Are there any lesbian conservatives? There are conservative gay guys, but is there even one lesbian conservative? Probably the only person to come close would be Camille Paglia, but it’s dang difficult to pigeonhole her. She’s conservative only in some areas, depending on her mood when she wakes each morning.

Let’s hope it does not rain today, and the kids in the barrio can fly their homemade kites. I’ve seen quite a few this week. At the moment, one is hanging high and stranded in a tree across the street. It’s visible through the window over the monitor. Another crash-landed two days ago in our back patio. I would have liked to reunite it with its master, but no telling where he might be.

The local kids paste these things together and launch them with a line of sewing thread. It’s always sewing thread, which breaks very easily, of course, when it’s half-a-mile long.

If the rain stays at bay another day, we’ll see more kites flying. It’s not advisable to fly a kite in the rain because you might have a Benjamin Franklin moment, and that could get ugly.

American Looney Tunes

ducksLET’S KICK OFF 2014 with a look at nuttiness in the United States. The well is deep, wide and murky, full of salamanders and creepy-crawleys.

First, there’s a reality show — wildly popular, I hear — called Duck Dynasty. It’s about a family of rednecks in Louisiana, my old state. The guys have long beards and often look like they need to wash their faces.

But that’s so the ducks won’t see them, one supposes. These guys shoot ducks. Now while they look like a band of yahoos, they also are millionaires. Sharp rednecks.

Christians too, they claim. Recently, one of these bearded guys, an older one, said unkind things about gay folks. I believe bestiality was uttered in the same sentence. Ouch!

The elitist, collectivist media went nuts, plus some gay group that you’re required to listen to. The old redneck was fired from the show, but then he was hired again. Remember these guys are millionaires, and money talks. Plus, the show is wildly popular.

More popular than the “gay community,” it seems.

I know gay guys, and I have known folks like these duck hunters. There are good and bad people in both camps. But in this dust-up, I’m on the side of the duck hunters because I believe one must be allowed to speak one’s opinion if it’s done without cussin’.

Diversity rules!

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crackersA sideshow to the above conflict debuted when the restaurant chain called Cracker Barrel pulled Duck Dynasty gear off their shelves.

That was really dumb.

Cracker Barrel’s customer base is precisely the kind of folks who would share the values of the duck hunters. So what the restaurant chain did was — totally on its own; nobody had protested — take a shotgun off the wall, slide in a shell, and shoot itself in the foot. And pen a press release so we’d know.

Kinda funny, actually. And pathetic at the same time.

Why did they drag themselves into this conflict? It is a lovely illustration of how the political correctness legions have bludgeoned everyone into believing any group labeled “a minority” must be genuflected to without hesitation.

Cracker Barrel believed it was launching a preemptive strike, protecting itself. But it had to sew its foot back on and issue an apology. I loved that.

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PagliaMy favorite lesbian in this world is Camille Paglia who has recently been getting fresh exposure.

Camille is an anomaly, a Democrat who makes sense, one who not only does not parrot the politically correct line, but opposes it.

Paglia makes a great argument for the fact that radical feminism is destroying America by turning its men into pantywaists and wusses.

Link 1, The Wall Street Journal.

Link 2, Salon, the pinko website.

Oddly, Paglia voted for Obama, leaving me puzzled. She’s not perfect.

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sheepWhile the collectivists went bonkers over the duck guy’s unkind remarks about homosexuality, they did not hesitate a moment to mock Mitt Romney’s black grandchild whom they called a “black sheep.”

Sure, the collectivist neighborhoods idolize black folks, put them on pedestals, but only if they are in families that vote Democrat.

If you missed it, go here. The low-rated MSNBC, of course. Bad people.

The folks in question, primarily the show’s silly host, Melissa Harris-Perry, attempted to apologize later, but good folks will reject that bogus apology.

Isn’t Harris-Perry the same woman who said Santa Claus should be a penguin? So not to offend black people? I could be wrong on that, but somebody said it.

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slaveryNew York City’s new mayor, the collectivist Bill De Blasio, was sworn in yesterday, a move the city will live to regret. Think Detroit.

De Blasio voluntarily honeymooned in the communist dictatorship of Cuba. The whole world out there, and he honeymoons in Cuba.

A black pastor, Fred Lucas, whom De Blasio picked to deliver the obligatory spiritual words chose slavery as his theme. He repeated words like plantation, repression, emancipation, captives, bondage, shackles and masters, ad nauseam.

Time to move on, pastor. Think Oprah and Obama.

Then he asked to be freed “from political correctness.” (Put howling laugh track here.)

The tone of the event is illustrated beautifully by a fellow standing behind Lucas, sporting an African-style beanie as if he’s at a coronation in Benin or Botswana.

Multiculturalism. Ain’t it grand?

American nuttiness knows no limits these days. It’s great to live in Mexico.