My two favorite observers of the modern scene who have yet to be silenced* by the censorious gang that runs YouTube are, of course, Simon Webb, whom I often display here, and Bill Whittle. Both are brilliant boys and such fun to listen to.
So I have added them to The Moon staff, the first time since The Moon debuted a decade ago that HQ has consisted of more than one person, me, the CEO. They will get the same salary as the CEO.
There are no secretaries or maintenance staff.
In the 10-minute video today, Whittle talks about the “Kick Me” sign that’s been slapped on the back of the United States of America by the Democrat/Socialist Party.
As always, I bring this to you as a public service.
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*Not permanently at least. Webb is often silenced for a week or so, and YouTube discourages people from listening to him because it finds Webb’s accuracy and clarity disturbing.
This short video is dedicated to my cyber-amigo Antonio who, I believe, is the sole native Mexican who ever passes by The Unseen Moon, which I appreciate because I’m all about multiculturalism and diversity. Okay, that’s a laughable lie, but I do appreciate his comments.
And why am I dedicating this video to Antonio who is a man of the left? Because his reaction to a recent post — Columbia students join the Klan — was that he suspected the interviewer was cherry-picking, which is to say intentionally interviewing people who would prove the point he wanted to make. Cherry-picking is easy to do, of course, but I do not believe that other video was an example of it because I know that leftist ideology runs rampant at American universities. It would be difficult to find students willing to state the contrary of what that video demonstrated.
In this video, a young university graduate tells her story, how she entered her university as a wide-eyed idealist and left it four years later as a sensible conservative. I hope her experience is not rare. I hope other university students exit universities similarly wised up, even though they must keep quiet on campus to avoid ostracism or actual violence.
Is this another example of cherry-picking? I think not.
We have many crucial topics to cover today, from crocheting to transgendering to the praise of diversity (again!) and on to beauty pageants, so let’s hop right into it.
People cope with the Kung Flu nuttiness in various ways. My child bride flipped from pastry sales on the downtown plaza to staying home and crocheting. Above is her latest creation, a unicorn. She taught herself to do this with the help of YouTube.
Never let a pandemic go to waste.
Now let’s address matters being pushed by leftists, those who think it’s great that Sleepy Joe and Hoor Harris occupy the White House and the man who scored five Nobel Peace Prize nominations, who didn’t start wars, who engineered various Mideast Peace Accords, who crushed ISIS, who accomplished U.S. energy independence, who lowered taxes and reduced economically crippling regulations, boosted border security and the military, etc., has been tossed out the White House door.
By fraudulent means.
First, there is the transgender nonsense, the notion that there are endless sexes, and you’re free to pick one. And then you have the right to compete in sports in the gender of your choice with others who were born to that gender, who had Mother Nature do the picking for them. It’s the Democrat Socialist Party that supports this nincompoopery and we conservatives who oppose it, who embrace the “actual science.”
The race clip shown at the start of this brief video says it all. Plus it demonstrates why even many feminists, in spite of their normally cockeyed stances, see the nuttiness of it.
Moving onto one of my favorite topics, one that I’ve embraced for many years. Yes, way back, over a decade ago, when few people were saying it, I was hollering it out loud. Encouraging multiculturalism is disastrous. And here we are today with almost everyone, all organizations, all businesses, all schools, having it written in their mission statements that they are all about diversity and the promotion of it. It’s a given.
Our buddy Simon Webb addresses the issue brilliantly, as usual.
“Diversity is our strength.” Is it really?
Here in Mexico, federal legislators — undoubtedly ugly female ones — have proposed the outlawing of beauty pageants because “it degrades women.” I pray this American nuttiness does not get a foothold here. Mexicans love beauty pageants and their weather girls. And if Mexico cancels beauty pageants, where will narco bosses get their girlfriends?
Have a nice Valentine’s Day. Hug someone you love or someone you just like.
THE HELLACIOUS Honda met its match yesterday in the form of a commercial truck in the nearby capital city. It received a hurtful blow to the back left side, damaging both the fender, if such a thing still exists, and the bumper, likewise.
The black steel thing you see below is something I added years ago after a little mishap of my own doing. I, ahem, backed into a light pole. But pretend that didn’t happen.
The truck driver pulled over, got out, stated that I was at fault. I wasn’t. He then got back into his truck and drove off. No surprise there. Most Mexicans do not own insurance, and it’s not required like in the United States. It is stupid not to have it, however.
The important thing to remember in these circumstances is NOT to call the cops. The exception might be if there were injuries. Even then, I would call an ambulance first and then the adjuster. See what he says.
I phoned my insurance company, and an adjuster arrived posthaste. I had noted the license plate of the truck, but he was not interested, which was no surprise. He took my info, and gave me a piece of paper with instructions to go to an authorized repair shop within two weeks. I would owe a deductible of about 5,000 pesos ($270 U.S.).
We drove back to the mountaintop and headed to our mechanic’s garage. She recommended a body shop here that does “very good work but is a little expensive.”
We drove straight over there.
They’ll do the repairs, plus a little ding on the far side from a couple of years ago, for the grand sum of 3,000 pesos ($160 U.S.). The insurance company’s repair shop is in the state capital, 50 kilometers away, plus God knows how long they’d kidnap the car.
The body shop here says I can drop it off early tomorrow, and it will be ready Saturday. I’m pretty sure this work would cost thousands in the United States because it would not be repaired. It would all be replaced, especially at a dealership.
It’s great to live in Mexico where common sense and abundant talent exists.