Just plain nuts

THE UNITED STATES of America has gone absolutely goofy.

Let’s look at a few recent examples, starting with Barry Obama and his gang. They are unable to mouth the term “Islamic terrorism.” This is in spite of Islamic terrorism being the most violent, grisly phenomenon in today’s world.

Most Mohammedans are not terrorists, but many — probably most — silently cheer the terrorists. Of course, they do not consider them terrorists. They are just soldiers of Mohammed.

goofyMost of the Arab world is populated by silent co-conspirators. They broke that silence on 9/11 when there were joyous street celebrations from Baghdad to Beirut, Riyadh to Tehran, and every place in between. So much for their not being in agreement.

The current situation involves political correctness — that extremely dangerous, left-wing, Kumbaya nonsense with a cute name — which holds that no one must be “offended” and that all cultures have value and merit respect. All cultures do not have value. Some are corrupt and rotten.

Here is example No. 1.  Duke University has approved a weekly Mohammedan “call to prayer” that will be chanted from the Duke campus bell tower every Friday at 1 p.m. During the three-minute chant, which will be “moderately amplified,” the Duke campus will sound like Mecca. This is nuts.

Here is example No. 2. The Oxford University Press (notice the frequency of “university,” which is telling) will ban the words sausage and pig in its children’s books to avoid — are you ready? — “offending” Mohammedans and Jews.

Of course, it’s not really Jews they’re worried about, is it? It’s Mohammedans. This is nuts.

Moving on to example No. 3, we hear conservative (no surprise there) British political leader Nigel Farage say there are areas in the United Kingdom that have been virtually taken over by Mohammedans, “Muslim ghettos” where non-Mohammedans are excluded.

We also learn that in parts of London there are Mohammedan religious police patrolling streets for non-Mohammedan activity. This is nuts.

Example No. 4 has nothing to do with Mohammedans specifically. It’s a different sort of politically correct asininity.

Collectivist New York Mayor Bill de Blasio announced a new ID card that all residents over the age of 14 can get, regardless of immigration status, which means illegal aliens can get one.

De Blasio came into office due to a critically low voter turnout, plus most of those who voted are clueless.

De Blasio, promoting the new card, said, “We don’t want any of our fellow New Yorkers to feel like second-class citizens.” He is referring to people who are not citizens at all. This is completely nuts.

All of this illustrates the deepening dark hole into which the flaky, Utopian Left is taking what was long the superior Judeo-Christian culture of Western Europe and North America. Weep.

(UPDATE: Due to intense blowback from sensible people, Duke has reversed its decision to broadcast the Mohammedan call to prayer. This does not cancel the nuttiness exhibited by Duke in making the decision in the first place.)

Getting Mexicanized

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Typing citizenship application on my 1923 Royal in 2005.

WHEN I FLEW 30,000 feet over the Rio Bravo from Atlanta to Guadalajara on an icy (in Atlanta) night on January 20, 2000, I had a few plans, but becoming a Mexican was not one of them.

My plan consisted of three parts:

1. Learn Spanish.

2. Get married.

3. Build a house.

I had completed all three in three years. Well, the Spanish was dicey in 2003, but that’s all I spoke because my child bride’s English was — and continues to be — marginal.

One thing not on my sketchy list of plans was becoming a Mexican citizen. Hadn’t even entered my aging mind. It was only after I had been here a spell that I began to see the advantages.

The pluses* were that I do not have to renew my visa every year. I can now vote against Latino leftists. I can open a bank account without, one hopes, Barry breathing down my neck to support his socialistic schemes. I can tell Mexicans that I am a paisano. It makes me look good. I possess two passports. Basically, it’s just fun.

For anyone planning to spend the rest of his life in Mexico, becoming a citizen is — as the old phrase goes — a no-brainer. And, amazingly, it was very easy, a piece of chili cake.

From what I can make out, there was a window of opportunity, possibly unintentional on Mexico’s part, from about 1999 to 2005 in which one might become a citizen without doing much of anything aside from asking.

No language test. No history test. No civics test. Nada. I typed out an application form (see photo), provided a few mugshots, paid about a hundred bucks, and sat back. It was like renewing the yearly visa.

Eleven months later, I had my sombrero, black mustache and bottle of tequila. It’s nice to be part of a nation on its way up instead of on its way down — into the abyss. I shall mention no names.

It was a great idea. Note to Mexico: Thanks for letting me in.

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* At that time. In recent years, the visa situation has been totally revamped.

(Here is an earlier version of the event in question.)