Kill the maggots!

After Trump surprisingly won the election fair and square in 2016, the Democrats have gone stark, raving mad, nonstop. And there’s the nincompoop Keith Olbermann. My favorite Indian, Dinesh D’Souza, comments on Olbermann’s video outburst.

In the wake of the growing WalkAway Movement, one must wonder about those people who are sticking with the Democrat Party. I do. I wonder.

Do you wonder too?


Sick of the mainstream media’s lies and sins of omission? Go here instead:

Townhall.

Washington Examiner.

Sadly, there are signs Trump is going to lose.

Saturday morning in the barrio

Abel at work today.

Saturdays are pretty routine as are the other six days of the week, but Saturday morning is when Abel the Deadpan Yardman comes calling with his weedeater. I provide the mower and gasoline for both machines.

Why do I call him deadpan? Well, he can smile. I have seen it, but not often. He’s been cutting the grass and doing the occasional other yard chore for years, ever since I got too shiftless to do it. He has never said a word to me beyond responding to a question.

Nary a peep.

As mentioned some weeks back, he’s more a musician than a yardman, specifically a trumpter with a local noise band.

Alyssum.

I did some yardwork before he arrived at 10. I cleared out a small area that was filled with both sweet alyssum and weeds. The latter was getting the better of the former, and they could not be separated, so out they went, the whole little zone.

Next I watered the potted plants on the downstairs terraza before resting on a rocking chair with a glass of green juice and collagen that my child bride whipped up.

The sky is overcast, and it’s cool. Amazon.mx says my new Kindle and its cover will arrive today. I hope so. It left San Miguel de Allende a bit after 6 a.m. I don’t know why it was in that Gringo-infested burg since it started its journey my way from Mexico City.

Climbing rose crept into the datura bush.

And that reminds me. There’s a big encampment of people in Mexico City’s Zocalo, citizens who want our megalomaniac president to resign. I hope they are successful. Someone in the opposition PAN party has introduced legislation, or something, to have the president’s mental faculties examined. Makes sense to me. He’s a whack job.

The encampment in Mexico City. Power to the people!

We’ll be having chicken, beans and rice for lunch today. I hope the Kindle arrives soon because I want to go downtown this afternoon and put my feet up for a spell.

I deserve that. I’m verily pooped.

Plagues in perspective

THERE WAS A global pandemic in 1957-58, an H2N2 virus. The estimated death toll was 1.1 million. I was 13-14 years old, and I do not remember it. Do you? If you weren’t born yet, ask your mom and dad.

In 1968, an H3N2 virus caused another pandemic. It killed an estimated 1 million to 4 million globally which, yes, is a very wide range, and about 100,000 in the United States, most of whom were over age 65. Sound familiar? I was 24 years old, married with a daughter. I do not remember this pandemic. Do you?

Why are they forgotten?

During those pandemics, nations did not clobber their own economies nor force citizens to stay home and wear face masks to walk outside. What has changed? Communication has changed. And we’re scaring ourselves out of our wits.

This year we have the coronavirus, which has killed about 700,000 worldwide and about 159,000 in the United States, and it seems to be winding down in many places. In Mexico, 48,000 have died, which is one of the world’s highest tolls.

Mexico’s GDP has taken a terrific hit due to forced business closures.

To put that global death toll of 700,000 in perspective, it’s about midway between the populations of Albuquerque and Austin. For the whole world, which houses 7 billion, 800 million and change, people-wise.

Following is a brief video from the inimitable Katie Hopkins. She is addressing a ham-fisted shutdown in Melbourne, Australia, where lockdown has reached stellar absurdity.

The sex-change fad

AT TIMES, I am so perceptive I stun myself.

Last week, I left a comment on someone else’s blog to the effect that sex change, or transgendering in NewSpeak, has become a fad. That inspired another reader to call me a rude word. I am unrepentant. I had no specific evidence, but I keep my ears to the ground on cultural issues, and the ground had told me that transgendering is now a fad.

New ImageAnd, by Jove, a few days later the New York Post published a piece on this very topic, that transgendering has skyrocketed in the Western world over the past 10 years, especially among teenage girls, that demographic most susceptible to fads.

And schools, radical as they now are, push this issue.

Public schools peddle gender ideology with a fervor that would make a preacher blush. — Abigail Shrier in the New York Post.

Did you know that some schools stage assemblies to celebrate “gender journeys”?

Good God Almighty!

Not just schools but social media “gurus” promote this. The teen years are difficult at best, and the considerable angst felt by adolescent girls hitting puberty is now being used by the nuttier elements of society, especially the LGBT people. Between 2016 and 2017, the number of gender surgeries for girls quadrupled in the United States. In the United Kingdom, “gender dysphoria” among teen girls increased 4,400 percent in a decade.

The girls are not coming up with this nincompoopery on their own.

You can read the disturbing piece in the New York Post right here.