Kung flu days

My child bride was sitting on the bedroom love seat this afternoon when I snapped this shot. She was crocheting an elephant, which is one method of passing time during the interminable Kung Flu days. Maybe I should crochet.

We’re told the Kung Flu is worsening in our area, but at the same time a federal government website has my mountaintop in Code Yellow, which is one below Code Orange and two below Code Red. We were in Code Orange for a good spell.

The state government has ordered all nonessential businesses to close on Sundays and at 7 p.m. weekdays, and that’s been going on for two weeks now. I don’t think that serves any useful purpose aside from causing economic problems for people.

I favor the Swedish approach and that of South Dakota.

A more efficient method would be to convince Mexicans to not hug and kiss each other relentlessly, an inconvenient aspect of Latino culture they simply cannot stop doing, come hell or high water, as the saying goes.

Recent news also claims our local government hospital, the one that treats serious Kung Flu patients, is at 100 percent capacity, and the above-mentioned government website says we now have a total of 10 folks hospitalized. Is 10 folks all we can manage?

Our town’s population is about 98,000, so 10 in the hospital sounds like good odds. We also have eight “suspicious” cases, the website reports. We’ve also had 1,324 confirmed cases of which 1,219 have recuperated. Again, I like those odds, which is why I don’t wear a mask when I run around town unless I’m obligated to, normally to enter a business.

We took our daily walk around the neighborhood plaza this morning. She wore a mask, and I did not because were in the open air and nobody was anywhere near us.

It would be like wearing a mask while driving alone in your car. Only a nut does that.

The crushing lockdowns

Democrat officials — the governor of California and the mayor of Los Angeles among many others — are fond of lockdowns that push business owners into bankruptcy and employees onto the unemployment lines. All for “public health,” of course.

The State of South Dakota did not go that route, nor did the nation of Sweden, and their Kung Flu numbers are not significantly worse than lockdown zones.

Here’s how it’s gone on my Mexican mountaintop. Keep in mind that laws and rules in Mexico often are ignored, and nobody does anything about it. I used to criticize that cultural trait, but now I find it endearing, especially as it relates to Kung Flu.

Mexico has a website that purports to show the Kung Flu stats in every nook and cranny, and maybe it does. Let’s assume so. As I write this, I’m looking at the Dec. 8 report. For Mexico as a whole, there are 1,193,255 confirmed cases and 1,029,250 who’ve recovered, leaving just 164,005 with Kung Flu on that date. But the website also says there are just 53,131 active cases, which is a contradiction. Go figure.

The population of Mexico is almost 130 million, so those Kung Flu numbers look mighty small, percentage-wise. Going with the 53,131 number for active cases, that would be about 0.04 percent of the population. Very few sick folks.

But back to my mountaintop town. Our population is about 98,000 Catholic souls, and we’ve had — as of Dec. 8 — 1,073 confirmed cases of whom 977 have recovered, which would leave 96 still sick. But the website says just 27 are active cases. Go figure, again.

The 1,073 confirmed cases are about 1.1 percent of the mountaintop’s population, most of whom have returned to good health. Our death toll is 69, about 0.07 percent of the population. Bottom line is that these numbers are minuscule.

And our lockdown? In April, May, June the government tried to lock us down, and it was marginally successful. It hounded some businesses, closed a few temporarily, cordoned off the two downtown plazas, put up lots of threatening posters, etc. But most people went about their lives as usual. In real life, we are kind of like Sweden and South Dakota.

Most of us are healthy. Most businesses have long since reopened. The plazas too. Many folks walking around downtown have the bibs hanging under their chins.

And in Los Angeles, New York, and Chicago, etc., the new breed of wacky Democrat officials are grinding the economy into the dirt while the same Democrat officials party hearty and often get caught at it. And the United States may soon install Democrat Socialists in the White House. It’s gonna go great. You’re gonna love it. Trust me.

Relief is just a short move over the southern border, amigos. But forget the northern border because, in some ways, Canada is significantly worse. More on that soon. Stay tuned.

Fooling ourselves

Or rather, Mask Madness! It’s well known that people who (inexplicably) still vote for Democrats are far fonder of wearing masks than more sensible folks who vote for Republicans. Why is that? One wonders.

Medical experts from The New England Journal of Medicine to The World Health Organization and also the Centers for Disease Control, the Center for Infectious Disease Research, the Journal for the American Medical Association, the American Association of Physicians and Surgeons have all publicly stated that wearing masks is mostly useless.

Even the medical bureaucrat Dr. Fauci said in March:

“There’s no reason to be walking around with a mask.”

I hear that in some areas above the border, going out sans mask can actually get you attacked, either physically or verbally or both. Or arrested. Here in Mexico that is rare because we are peaceful people who mind our own business.

I only mask up when necessary, mostly to enter a store that requires it. Otherwise, I walk about breathing freely. We do have our mask fanatics here, and my favorites to laugh at are people driving alone in their cars or walking alone in the open air.

If you want more depth on the details I mentioned above, go right here.

New neighbors en route

When we built the Hacienda and moved in more than 17 years ago, we had neighbors directly to the right, a vacant lot across the street and a vacant lot (with a resident cow) to the left.

Now we have a sex motel to the left, the same neighbors to the right, and what appears to be a house under construction across the street. Exactly what’s going on there is a mystery. The property owner lives about two blocks away. We asked what he was building, and he told us he was just putting a wall around the lot.

But that is baloney, the sort of baloney the locals voice on a regular basis. It’s going to be a house or some other sort of edifice. We hope it’s not going to be a salon de fiesta, a rental space for parties, which are quite common in Mexico.

But that’s unlikely … he said optimistically.

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This morning, I made my biweekly trip to the post office downtown to check my box. There was nothing. If what I read is correct, Trump is mailing me a check for over $2,000 to ease the financial blow the Kung Flu has dealt me. Of course, I have been dealt no financial blow whatsoever by the Kung Flu, or the China Flu as Trump likes to call it.

Love his sassy humor, don’t you?

I’ve given some thought to what I would do with that dough. First, I’d have to figure out some way to cash a dollar check here in the middle of Mexico. There are exchange houses, but I’ve not used one in ages, and I rather doubt they would react well to a check for over $2,000. My bank will not accept it. Too early to fret about that. It might never arrive.

But if it does, I’ve decided to give a good chunk to a niece and her husband who recently opened a small business in the nearby state capital. They sell cheeses and other dairy products, but cash is a problem for them. They bought a used display case, which immediately stopped working. Trump to the rescue!

That he dislikes us Mexicans is a bald-faced lie.

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Let’s move on to weather, something that interests everyone. This rainy season has been the lightest I remember. Maybe it’s that “Climate Change” Greta is so hysterical about. If so, I’m a fan because the rain has been quite sufficient for the yard, but not so much that we’re wading in mud for months, which is usually the case.

Hooray for Climate Change!

We have happy plants.