Tenth birthday


THIS WEBSITE BEGAN a decade ago this month. Not specifically this website because it has changed frocks and faces a few times, but the sole fingers on the keyboard have been mine, 10 years running.

The appearance and tone have morphed significantly — some say for the worse — reflecting the fact that my appearance and tone have done the same over the decade. Change is eternal, often downhill.

I began on Blogger.com with a theme that had the look of parchment paper. The first title was actually the address here at the Hacienda, the street and number, which was kinda dumb, but did not seem so at the time.

Those were more innocent days before the world went wild.

I soon eliminated the street number but continued with the name, Zapata Street, but later it changed to The Zapata Tales, and it was very popular, loved even by some. It got a mention in the popular People’s Guide to Mexico and a number of other more widely read places. The street name inspired my nom de plume, obviously.

The Zapata Tales was often romantic and lyrical, and its focus was living in Mexico. After six years, I wearied of it. Living in Mexico had lost its novelty, so I killed that website, and The Unseen Moon debuted in July 2011.

Fact, fiction and opinion stirred in an odd pot.

I still write about Mexican life, but I prefer to address other things, political things, especially politically incorrect things from my astute, fearless, oft-conservative viewpoint. Sometimes I write very short fiction, which is what I prefer most of all. Alas, the muse visits me infrequently, and I don’t force it.

The Zapata Tales’ run of seven-plus years inspired some interesting feedback. Here are some of my favorites:

Infectiously personal.

Pretentious dolt.

Wise, wry writing from a beautiful place.

You’re like a drunk uncle.

You’re a right-wing wacko.

God, you are hysterical.

I love the intimacy you share.

I’m proud of these and the scads more I did not include here.

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This website is for diversion. I make no money. Of course, I am dead set against Mohammedans, a recurring theme. And collectivists too, but the only harm I wish upon collectivists is that they lose elections resoundingly.

They are dreamers, sometimes dangerously so. Mohammedans are simply dangerous, period.

I also strongly oppose efforts to promote multiculturalism and diversity. Not because they are not lovely notions — they surely are — but because they run counter to human nature. Far more often that not, multicultural societies wallow in mayhem and murder. Global examples abound. Close the iPad and look around you.

Gaze no farther than within the United States these days.

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I abandoned Blogger.com in 2010 and switched to WordPress, which I find superior. And I favor a clean, simple look, which is easier to read. I prefer two- or three-line paragraphs and a space between them.

Some blogs (a dreadful word) look like someone loaded a shotgun with words, bolts, nails, scrap metal, hand grenades and paint, and fired at the computer screen. You won’t find that here.

Neither will you encounter literary allusions nor theatrical references* nor ten-dollar words few people know. And you won’t see Spanish, though I speak Spanish. I’m here to impress you, but not in those ways.

I favor simplicity and clarity. Both on The Moon and here on Earth.

The longest post, actually two tandem posts, was the report on our 10th anniversary trip to the communist horror of Cuba. That report was serialized in the fun and informative The Weekly Bulletin of Brazoria County, Texas. That the publisher is a former coworker on the Houston Chronicle is pure coincidence, of course.

My best efforts over the past decade are immortalized in a separate website, which I humbly titled The Pearls of Zapata. Two of my favorites are The Broken Staircase and Victoria and the Cowboy.

One is fiction, but the other is true.

Often I think of packing it in. But then something pops up that annoys or fascinates me, and I feel like sharing. I was 60 years old when I started this, and now I’m 70. I wonder if I’ll still be doing it at 80 … or even breathing.

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* Since I know almost nothing theatrical or literary, this is an easy vow to keep.

(Note: WordPress tells me that about 80,000 people viewed The Moon in 2014. Come again, bring your friends and neighbors, and feel at liberty to leave a comment.)

Birds, books and hogs

I awoke alone this morning because my child bride is visiting a brother in Querétaro. He’s making a long recovery from encephalitis.

BuntingIt was still black out because I invariably bound from the morning bed in darkness, around 6 or so. And perhaps due to being alone this dawn, I noticed the birds more than usual.

Birds, of course, with some rare exceptions, do not fly at night. They sit on a limb or in a nest. If they flew at night they would collide, and dawn would reveal little unconscious birds everywhere.

And they awaken very noisily. All birds, both male and female, greet the dawn like women. They start talking nonstop. It’s a gabfest.

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Many people store reading material next to the plumbing throne, and I am no exception. But there is something special about my situation.

BooksThere are two books next to my seat, resting on a little wooden table, and they have been there for ten years.

One is The Ultimate Spanish Review and Practice, and the other is 501 Spanish Verbs.

A decade ago my Spanish was considerably shakier than it is now, so I thumbed these two books while doing my morning business.

I really don’t need these books anymore, but they still sit on the table, and I still flip through them, though rarely finding anything new.

It’s time for a change. Perhaps magazines. I subscribe to two magazines, National Review and Commentary, but I get them on my Kindle. I do all reading on the Kindle, so it appears I will continue doing what I now do:

Looking at the sink. It’s a colorful painted ceramic.

I am open to suggestions for alternatives.

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I pick up my child bride this afternoon at the bus station in the state capital, so tomorrow I’ll have other stuff on my mind.

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As I write this, shortly after 7:30 a.m., a hog next door is screaming bloody murder. At times I feel like Old McDonald.


The Mexican Embassy in Washington D.C. has issued a Travel Warning for its citizens in the United States.

Due to growing violence, particularly the terrorist attack in Boston, all nonessential travel to the State of Massachusetts is deemed inadvisable.

Today’s Travel Warning follows those issued earlier regarding travel to Chicago, Detroit, New Orleans, Oakland and many other metropolitan areas where civil order is disintegrating due to America’s embrace of multiculturalism, non-judgmentalism and moral relativism.

While millions of Mexicans safely visit the United States every year for tourism, study, lawn care and picking peanuts, travelers should remain vigilant and refrain from bringing attention to themselves by speaking Spanish.

Stay tuned for additional advisories.

Better yet, paisanos, just come home where you’re safe.