After assaulting three arrogant bougainvillea bushes and two of their allies with sharp clippers early today, I rested on the downstairs terraza, atop a rocker, and enjoyed what remained of the morning. As I sat there with a juice my child bride had made, a black-vented oriole landed on the edge of the birdbath for a sip. I did not have my camera.
He flew away.
I remained on the rocking chair. A few minutes later he returned for more water. I still did not have my camera. I cursed my luck. He flew away. I remained on the rocker. A few minutes later he returned and sat on a bougainvillea near the birdbath. Still, no camera. I cursed. He flew away. I stood up and grabbed the Canon which was on a table just inside the front door. I sat on the rocker again. The bird never came back.
Spring has been strange. After about a week of warmer, stuffier weather, which is normal for spring, it changed its tune and got cool again, so my wife caught a nasty cold three days ago because she was dressed at night for a normal spring. She’s feeling better today.
And now, a plug
Few passersby notice, I think, but there is quite a list of links nearby to other fascinating elements of The Moon. It’s to your right on a PC, but I suspect fewer people use PCs these days, favoring phones and tablets where those links are less obvious.
One in particular that ran as a series here years ago but now has its own website is The Old Marbol, which is the name of a hotel in Dark City. Many strange people work at The Old Marbol, people like Billy Lancing who’s a red-headed negro; Lenny Slick, a dim-witted desk clerk addicted to phrenology; Maxence, a retired mercenary who loved Chloë Jomo-Gbomo; and Beauregard Lee Johnston, a gay guy from the Old South.
Most importantly is Kristanbel Wasoo who was born bad, beautiful and heartless. She loves dark ale and bloody roast beef sandwiches. She murders people. Here is a full cast of characters. I used to write short fiction, but I have stopped because my well ran dry.
With our nightly salads around 8ish, we relax in our recliners and watch Netflix. Just recently we’ve begun a new series. It’s called New Amsterdam, which is the name of a fictional New York hospital lightly based on the real Bellevue.
It’s a pretty good series, a medical drama, better than average, which is why I have not deep-sixed the damn thing because the Woke level is beyond belief.
There is no leftist obsession that New Amsterdam does not present in a deliberate and positive light. We are halfway through the first season of 22 shows, so they’ve plenty of time to insert more nincompoopery. It’s so in-your-face that I began a list to avoid overlooking anything. I share with you:
The election of Obama in 2008 was a glorious event.
Interracial relationships are common and best.
Gay couples are everywhere.
Gay couples with adopted Asian children.
Police target blacks often and on purpose.
Abortion is great.
Unions are great.
Lesbian cello players with heads shaved on one side. Great!
Diversity! Diversity! Diversity!
Toxic masculinity is dreadful.
Sex-change surgery for minors is fine and dandy.*
And, as mentioned, we’re only halfway through the first season. Television shows and movies today are, of course, crammed with PC propaganda, but New Amsterdam takes it to an incredibly high level. Alas, it’s still an interesting story.
There is one puzzling thing. The lead character, a straight, white dude, is not married to a black woman. Nor is she Asian, Samoan, Aborigine or Eskimo. She’s white too!
It’s a shocking breach of the new norms.
Oddly, the show’s story lines, with the exception of the kid wanting a sex change, would not be altered in the slightest if all of the PC talking points were eliminated entirely. They are pure unnecessary propaganda.
* Alabama, to its great credit, recently made assisting sex changes for minors a felony with stiff prison terms.At least one other state is considering the same.Meanwhile, Biden has nominated a transsexualwho supports sex changes for minors to a health post.
It started for me in 2007 when it came to light that the Obamas had sat for 20 years in the church of the Rev. Jeremiah Wright, he of the “Goddamn America” sermon. Wright was quickly muzzled by Obama’s handlers.
It went downhill from there between me and the Democrat Party for which my entire family had proudly voted for decades.
There was Political Correctness, that ham-fisted ideology that blossomed in the 1990s and just got worse. Later, the lunacy kicked in. Putting fat gals in the Swimsuit Edition of Sports Illustrated in the name of “equality.” Obesity is a serious health issue, not something to be glorified. Obesity isn’t just another valid lifestyle choice.
And there is Cancel Culture. Share our opinion or be fired. From the disturbing, it’s descended into madness. Take Aunt Jemima off the syrup jar. Change the names of sports teams. Don black clothing and masks to march and riot in the streets.
Can’t dress like Pancho Villa for Halloween unless you’re Mexican. Actors can’t play disabled people in movies unless they are themselves disabled.
Last night at the restarting of the NBA games, every player and coach on both teams, 100 percent, took to their knees before the national anthem, thumbing their noses at the flag of the nation that made them wealthy and privileged.
Conservatives are squelched online by Big Tech. Black Lives Matter — which consists to a great degree of white leftists whose aim is Marxism, a word they wisely removed from their website not long ago — still laughably states on its website:
We disrupt the Western-prescribed nuclear family.
The film classic Gone With the Wind is blocked from online streaming. Statues are toppled, not just of Gen. Robert E. Lee but the Great Emancipator Abraham Lincoln himself, which demonstrates a dizzying level of ignorance.
Speaking of nincompoopery, here’s a very smart and brave girl who goes by Cringe Panda online. Her internet fame has skyrocketed since the first of the year. Watch her address the appalling state of public education.
No need to watch the entire thing. The first five minutes will educate you.
All of the above and much more flows totally from the left side of the political divide, those people who vote Democrat. All of it, 100 percent.
And if you are unaware of the things I mentioned, consider finding news sources other than The New York Times, Washington Post, Huffpost and MSNBC.
You’re being duped.
If you are aware of the things I mentioned, and you still vote Democrat, that is far worse, and I’m ashamed of you. But let’s move on to:
The presumed Democrat presidential nominee is that hated thing, an old white man, and decades-long political hack. How did this happen?
It happened because actual Democrat voters, most of whom are not Marxists, participated in the primary elections, and apparently grass-roots Democrats were not happy with the radical choices they saw on the debate stages. Every Democrat, for instance, raised a hand when asked if they supported “free” healthcare for illegal aliens. Even Joe.
Voters opted for the old shoe they knew, smelly as it is.
Tulsi Gabbard, the best of the sorry lot, would have shot her candidacy skyward had she the bravery to leave her hand down to the question of healthcare for illegals. The move would have stuck out like the proverbial sore thumb but in a positive way. She killed her chances with that one raise of the arm.
She was the only one who had a prayer of beating Trump.
He will nominate a radical woman “of color” because the leftist party bosses have him by the short hairs. He’ll do anything to be president. He’d get on all fours and bark.
Take a close look at the vice-presidential nominee, and think hard about how Democrats are running cities and states these days. The riots, lawlessness, Antifa, BLM, high taxes, vagrancy, high-priced housing, tent cities, and so on.
Again, if you’re unaware of these things, consider finding news sources other than The New York Times, Washington Post, Huffpost and MSNBC.
You’re being duped.
Consider doing what I did in 2007: Leave the Democrat Party.
I GET ADVISORIES via email about new offerings on Netflix. One arrived yesterday, a movie that debuts later this month. It’s called Dangerous Lies. I watched the trailer, which I still call the preview, and there it was again.
The ubiquitous interracial romance.
The percentage of new movies and television series these days that include interracial marriages is pretty close to 100 percent. If you’re making a movie or TV show, you’re obligated, it appears, to have a couple who do not look like one another.
There is nothing wrong with interracial marriage. I suppose I am in one because she is a tad darker than I am, plus she speaks another language, making us both interracial and cross cultural, so I have my bona fides. But Hollywood went off the deep end long ago, and it’s getting worse. It’s laughably absurd because it is not true to life.
In the real world, almost everyone marries someone of the same race. So when another movie or TV series shows up with yet another obligatory interracial romance, you just roll your eyes and think: How absolutely idiotic.
Hollywood’s intention, of course, is to convince us, by repetition, that it’s normal. It’s textbook PC indoctrination, pure and simple. But it’s far from normal.
And not just that. Every movie family also has its homosexual friends or neighbors, more often gay guys than lesbians because gay guys generally are more pleasant than lesbians. I speak from experience on that point (my sister). But the ubiquity of gay friends, both single and couples, again does not reflect reality.
Most people do not have gay friends because the gay percentage of the population is quite small. There simply are not enough of them to go around for all of us to have one or two. But in movies and TV shows, pretty much everyone has gays in their life.
But back to the interracial marriages. Their children invariably look like cute, little Barack Obamas. Light tans, very curly, big bushy hair, often with blue or green eyes and well spoken. The kids never jive talk. They are polite and lovable.
These families exist. Power to them. People have gay friends. Fine by me. But I do wish Hollywood would halt this endless, diversity propaganda.
Even so, the preview of Dangerous Lies was interesting. We’ll be watching the movie even though we’ll be rolling our eyeballs at the same time.
Come to think of it, Dangerous Lies pretty much sums it all up.