Our detention center

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Outside Mexico’s nasty detention center in Chiapas.

AFTER PRESIDENT Trump put the fear of God into our nincompoop president who’s known by his initials, AMLO, Mexico ceased to be such a straight-through conduit for illegal aliens coming from Central America bound for the United States border.

Many are currently housed in a miserable detention center in Chiapas while their requests for asylum in Mexico pass through a labyrinthine process that is not intended to be smooth. Mexico clearly wants them to go back where they came from.

And that is what they should do.

Asylum from what? Lousy economic conditions. That’s what.

I sympathize with these people. There, but for the grace of God, etc. There is no easy solution to their plight, but ignoring laws and sneaking into another country is not the answer, and that is exactly what they planned to do on the U.S. border, and what they’ve done for decades until there were so many illegals that Americans had it up to here, and that led, to a huge degree, to Donald Trump’s winning the presidency.

It was likely the main thing that installed him in the Oval Office. That and his fun, no-nonsense, personality. If you’re an open-borders advocate, you’ve got yourself to blame for the Trump presidency. The culprit is you, amigo.

America simply cannot toss open the door to the world’s poor. It is a noble aim — Christian even — but an absolutely unrealistic one. The American taxpayer is not the disorganized world’s sugar daddy.

But America was built by immigrants, you say! Quite so, but during the days of Ellis Island they came legally, and they supported themselves after settling somewhere. Today’s much-used buffet of taxpayer-funded social programs did not exist. This is a crucial difference.

You can read more about the miserable detention center right here.

Poor black folks

LEFTISTS LOVE to scream racist at all contrary opinions.

And they love all black people and know them to be oppressed by whites. Problem is that black folks in America have not been oppressed by whites since around the 1940s.

That’s the early part of the previous century. And then only in some neighborhoods.

Here’s a video by an intelligent woman who will ‘splain to you why so many blacks in America are poor.

Nutshell: It ain’t racism. It ain’t lack of equal opportunity.

It’s bad behavior. It’ll get you every time.

The 23 percenter

I HAVE NOW spent 23 percent of my life in Mexico.

new-imageWere I a young buck, this would not be so many years, but I am an old moose with mossy horns. The years are plenty.

I stumbled thorough most of life with no intention of leaving the land of my birth. Georgia rednecks don’t move to Mexico. It was only within a year of moving that I started to think about it.

And then, within a one-month span, I dumped almost everything, got on a plane and came on down. For the first nine years, while my decrepit mother was still alive, I averaged one trip back a year, usually about a week.

I returned only once following her death in 2009, a few months after, and I’ve never been above the border since. I don’t miss it, and as time passes, I miss it even less.

From what I read on Gringo internet forums and websites, most everyone who “moves” to Mexico, be it for retirement or, much less often, to work, the draw of the Old Country is powerful. People can’t let go, and return often.

It appears compulsive, but it’s likely grandchildren.

Don’t tell my wife, please, but I have no intention of ever crossing the Rio Bravo again. I say don’t tell my wife because she really likes it up there, and dreams of another visit.

I have no tight family ties there — wish I did — so here I am, alone with a pack of Mexican relatives, including a number who’ve been illegal aliens above the border.

I speak Spanish almost exclusively. I live in a big Hacienda on what’s just above the U.S. poverty-income level, an interesting phenomenon since I’ve never felt richer in my life.

new-imageCan’t help but wonder what percentage of my life will have passed as a Mexican when it comes to a halt. No matter.

Pass the tacos, por favor.

Oh, the suffering

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Ivy on the Alamo Wall is returning.

TODAY DAWNED marvelously and not for the first time.

It stormed and rained for most of yesterday, but this day has a different character, a smiley one.

I read a news story this morning about the poverty income level in the United States and, yet again, noticed that our income only slightly betters that number.

It is laughable.

I also scan news stories occasionally that report the necessary income to retire in the United States, always an incredible amount but likely realistic for up there.

If only more folks had the nerve to get out of Dodge.

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A bumper crop of red-hot pokers.

The top photo shows the Alamo Wall and its condition today. I had Abel the Deadpan Yardman trim back the ivy some months ago and, like most Mexicans, he got carried away.

Extremism’s in the Latino blood.

My fault really since I know of this local trait. I told him to trim it, and then I vanished inside the house. Big mistake. When I went back outside, the wall was almost bald.

But it’s a renewable resource, requiring patience.

The second photo displays one of our red-hot poker plants. It’s called cigarro in Spanish. It’s going bonkers this summer.

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Veranda

We’ll be doing lunch today at a restaurant on the shore of a nearby lake, not our local lake but another, nicer one a few miles distant.

This life of poverty can grow on you.

Oh, the misery!