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Mulatto Ville

WE ESCAPED the Mardi Gras celebration in our hardscrabble neighborhood over the weekend by heading to the Gringo-invested burg of San Miguel de Allende.

I always find San Miguel unsettling to the soul. There is something just not right about it. It’s about as Mexican as I am, which is to say legally yes, spiritually no.

Perhaps Disneyland, but better: Mulatto* Ville.

It’s a combination of two very different worlds. Two mindsets, two races,** two cultures. And they do not stir well.

Oil and water.

Walking around downtown San Miguel, it’s all I can do to not burst out in howling laughter. The rayon shirts, the Bermuda shorts, the Birkenstocks, the berets, the feathers in the hat bands, the old white women*** wearing native blouses, the art paint smeared preciously on khaki pants.

So one might wonder, why do you go there? The main answer is restaurants. Mulatto Ville has great places to eat.

I enjoy eating.

And this recent trip was also to visit an old friend from high school who was wintering there, a retired university professor who included Marco Rubio among her students.

Another beautiful day in Dolores Hidalgo.

We took a drive north to Dolores Hidalgo where we had not gone directly downtown in a long time. We were pleasantly surprised, shocked even.

It’s a wonderful city that’s been undergoing renovation for a few years. Most of the plaza has been closed to vehicles. The church has been painted. Much of downtown too.

Some good restaurants and hotels can be found. And, unlike San Miguel, which has horrible streets and sidewalks, Dolores Hidalgo is flat, smooth and easily walkable.

It’s also one of Mexico’s main sources of talavara ceramics,**** the quantities of which are astounding and beautiful.

Next time we flee our area due to Carnival, we’ll be staying in Dolores Hidalgo, not south in Mulatto Ville.

In Dolores Hidalgo I spotted nary a Birkenstock*****.

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* I am playing loose with the word, of course. A true mulatto is the offspring of one white parent and one black one, à la Barry Hussein Obama who “identifies” as black.

** Oh, I know Mexican is not a race, but bear with me.

*** Why does everyone complain about Old White Men but never about Old White Women?

**** The other is Puebla. FYI.

***** My second ex-wife, now an Old White Woman, used to cringe at my own Birkenstocks, so perhaps I should avoid this point. Nowadays I sport Crocs but only at home.

Who’s got diversity?

diversity
Republican hand prints.

WELL, AIN’T THIS a first-class hoot?

I’m talking about the declared presidential candidates. The Democrats have the old, white, filthy-rich One-Percenter, dinosaur Hillary Clinton and the socialist Bernie Sanders, an old white guy.

The Republicans, so far, have two Latinos (Cruz and Rubio), an actual black guy (Carson), a young, white guy (Paul) and a woman (Carley Fiorina). The GOP is the party of diversity.

The Democrats are so yesterday.

Oh, the irony.

A good drubbing

TO THE EVERLASTING shame of the United States and the clueless electorate that returned him to the White House in 2012, a blatant anti-Semite now rules from the Oval Office.

In this video Marco Rubio takes him, and — by extension — his starry-eyed fans, to the woodshed, verbally speaking. Barry has a reputation for eloquence, something that’s long mystified me (he’s actually quite wooden), but he pales in comparison to the senator from Florida.

I am a fan of Jews and Israel, the only democracy in its region, a place where women can walk free and all religions can be practiced, a place where you will not be stoned to death or beheaded or thrown from a high building for being gay, expressing a contrary opinion about faith, or murdered for marital infidelity if you’re female.

If you’re a man, well, that’s okay.

Most of the Middle East is a despotic Hellhole.

American university campuses in particular are infested with anti-Semites, both students and faculty, and so is much of Europe, a continent with a short memory. It’s pathetic. Let’s give a hand to Marco Rubio today.

You tell ’em, Marco!

I AM NO FAN of Castro’s Cuba.

Alas, we cannot say the same of Sen. Tom Harkin,* a Democrat senator from Iowa, who apparently, on returning from a recent holiday to the island despotism, told his Senate colleagues about the wonderful communist society he found there.

This, understandably, was not to the liking of Sen. Marco Rubio, a first-generation Cuban-American whose parents left Cuba in 1956.

Rubio took to the Senate floor to set the Cuban record straight.

And to give Harkin the verbal comeuppance he richly deserved.

The mind reels at the collectivist mindset. No matter how often socialist experiments fail, and they have all failed or are in the process of failing, people embrace the nutty notion.

It fails on a colossal scale, as in the Soviet Union, Red China and Cuba, or more commonly on a smaller, less ambitious level like numerous West European nations and the State of California, all regions mired in foggy ideas, redistributive debt and strangled by regulations that seek to create a “fair and just society.” It never works. Never.

These pipe dreams always clash with human nature and sound economic principles.

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* No surprise it’s a Democrat.

(Note: Two years ago, we spent our 10th anniversary in Havana, a fascinating, sad and pathetic place. The primary post on that visit and its hooker sidekick remain the most-read items on The Unseen Moon.)