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.

Latino light lunacy

I have long contended that living among Latinos is like living in Alice’s Wonderland, that place where logic exists in short supply. And it’s not just Mexico.

Back in 1976, my last wife and I were in a rental car in downtown Barcelona. It was dusk, that time between daylight and utter darkness, and it was quite dim. I turned on the headlights as any sensible person would do.

At the next stoplight, a cop walked up to me and told me to turn the headlights off. I did, but I never understood why, except that I was visiting another odd neighborhood of Alice’s Wonderland, that world where Latinos live.

And more than four decades later …

This evening we drove about a mile — in about the same sort of dusk as that evening in Barcelona — to a car repair shop down the highway to pick up the Nissan March that we’d left there earlier in the day for routine maintenance.

It was raining, and it was almost completely dark as we headed back in two cars toward the Hacienda. Most cars coming toward me had their full headlights on, but some just turned on the parking lights, and I saw two barrel by with no lights at all.

Not rare at that hour.

I have a theory that drivers here think that if they can see where they are going, it’s not time to flick on the lights. That others cannot see them is another matter that never occurs to them. The less the lights are turned on, the longer they last, which will cost less over time.

I imagine that’s the thinking even if they’re not consciously aware of it. Does the Cheshire Cat know we see little more than his grin and his eyes?

But we both made it home intact, which is the important thing, ¿no?

It should not be raining in December. It’s unnatural.

No porch pirates

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My latest delivery!

I’M A FUN-LOVING fellow, and last December I had Amazon send a gift to my last wife for her birthday. The fun-loving part is what I sent, a red MAGA cap because she is not a Trump fan in spite of being otherwise quite intelligent when we were married.

I never received any acknowledgement from her, so I do not know if the gift was seized by porch pirates, which I understand is a big problem above the border, or if she simply has lost her sense of humor, a widespread affliction of people who still vote Democrat.

(In Mexico, we don’t have porch pirates because few people have porches accessible from the street. We have high walls like God intended.)

I’m guessing it’s about a 50-50 tossup as to whether porch pirates grabbed my gift, or if she got it, scowled and threw it into the trash. We both were staunch Democrats during our almost two decades together, but I have wised up. I’m hoping to find her #WalkAway video on YouTube in the near future. So many Democrats have seen the light.

We Mexicans have our own version of Amazon — its warehouse is in Mexico City — but we also have Mercado Libre, which is sort of a Latin American Amazon. Both have tons of merchandise, and both offer speedy delivery. I got one this afternoon.


Fad or not?

I left a comment on another blog today, saying the gender-transitioning thing has become a fad. It’s not like hula-hoops or bell-bottom pants, of course, because those fads were harmless fun, but I think it’s a fad nonetheless, a sick, demented one.

News stories of people “transitioning,” which is a nice way of saying they take lots of drugs and have body parts sliced off, have ballooned in recent years. You even read of parents, especially celebrities, assisting their children in the madness.

This was almost unheard of 20 or 30 years ago, but not now. Has the percentage of people who actually feel they’re in the wrong body skyrocketed or is something else going on? Is it a “cool” thing to do, i.e. a fad? I think so.

There are so many nutty notions accepted in Western society these days, e.g. white privilege, ideas based on ignorance, that “transitioning” is just one in a long and growing line.

A woman responded on the other blog that my saying it’s a fad is “disgusting.” I think I am just stating the obvious. If it’s not a fad, what is it?

End to a thug life

President John F. Kennedy
George Floyd’s funeral procession in Houston yesterday.*

SUPINE IN A horse-drawn carriage yesterday (no joke!), just like John F. Kennedy and Princess Diana, career criminal and ex-con George Floyd was carried to his final resting place in Houston Memorial Gardens in the suburban hamlet of Pearland.

Lordy, it was glorious. Streets were awash with tears.

Roads were closed to accommodate the millions of mourners. Sleepy Joe Biden, presumed Democrat presidential candidate, met with Floyd’s family Monday night. It is rumored that he entered on his creaky knees.

Race-baiter Al Sharpton, who calls himself a reverend, delivered the eulogy. High-profile guests included U.S. Reps. Sheila Jackson-Lee and Al Green, rap stars Paul Wall and Slim Thug. Floyd, whose rap sheet is long and who once participated in a home invasion during which he threatened a (black) pregnant woman with a pistol, was laid to eternal rest next to his mama who was well-known for her parenting skills.

And the service was streamed live.


Meanwhile, nothing has been heard of the funeral of retired police officer David Dorn, 77, an honorable black man who was shot dead by rioters while trying to protect a business in St. Louis. Same goes for David McAtee, 53, who was slain while serving customers at his restaurant during the riots in Louisville, Kentucky.

And then there is Patrick Underwood, 53, a federal officer killed while standing guard outside a courthouse in Oakland, California. And don’t forget Marvin Francois, 50, a photographer shot dead while documenting the riots in Kansas City.

None was killed by a rogue, white cop, so nobody gives a flip.

Let us not overlook the scores of black men, women and children, many innocent, who are murdered by black thugs every week in dysfunctional ghettos all over the United States. Where are those victims’ horse-drawn carriages?

Where is Al Sharpton?


In closing:

There is no “systemic racism” in the United States. It ended long ago. Black Americans now have more and better opportunities than do blacks anywhere else in the world. If you do not know that, you are a bona fide ignoramus.**

Systemic racism did exist in Nazi Germany against Jews, blacks, gypsies, etc. It existed in apartheid South Africa against blacks. Today it exists in South Africa and Zimbabwe against whites. Individual racism exists in all societies, always has, and always will.

Don’t be an ignoramus.


* Okay, a slight exaggeration.

** From Dictionary.com: ignorant, adjective: lacking in knowledge or training, unlearned.