Let’s breathe freely

There has been much dispute since the pandemic began about the efficacy of face masks, even within the medical community. Some doctors say wear it. Others say its help is minimal.

I favor the latter approach. I don’t wear masks. I am not a pandemic denier, and I am not anti-vax. I have been vaccinated, though hesitantly this time due to the rush job.

I fight the pandemic in two ways: First, I wash my hands a bit more frequently. Second, I embrace social distancing, which does not require changing my lifestyle in the slightest.

It appears that if you are ill and cough or sneeze, the mask will help reduce whatever you may fling into your immediate vicinity. The mask helps you protect others. Makes sense.

However, if you are healthy, it does little to block your inhaling Kung Flu because virus droplets are microscopic, passing through most materials and around spaces in your face coverage.

And then there is the weird political aspect to the pandemic. If you are a leftist, you embrace masks. If you are a conservative, you embrace liberty. Do viruses vote?

Thankfully, here in Mexico, mask obsession is minimal. And we have few Karens. But there are places you must wear a mask. One is my wife’s gym, which is quite heavy-handed on the mask issue.

And wearing a mask while exercising, from what I have read, is a lousy idea. Exercising or not, it’s unwise to inhale your lungs’ exhaust.

I recently discovered a solution for her. It’s the unmask. That’s one in the photo. It’s sold by a small American enterprise. You can breathe normally through it. I bought one for her. It arrived this week.

If you want to unmask, buy one. If you enter the code UC20 at checkout, you’ll get a 20% discount. Tell them that Felipe sent you, and you’ll score an additional reduction of 0%.

That’s not a typo. I’m always here to serve, amigos.

This mad world

(The following was written by Andrew Torba, founder and CEO of Gab.com, one of the first free-speech alternatives to Facebook, Twitter and their ilk. Torba lives somewhere in a rural area with his family due to the “tolerant” left’s incredibly relentless effort to take him out.)


How can you think straight and make rational decisions when each and every day you hear conflicting and contradictory information from “authoritative” sources? You can’t. No one can. That’s the whole point. That’s why the powers that be are doing this.

Welcome to the secular hell of a post-truth world.

We don’t need to wear masks. No wait, now we do. Hold up, now we need to wear two masks. We can stop wearing masks now. Surprise! We need to wear masks again. Actually, it turns out masks aren’t as effective as we thought.

We just need 15 days to slow the spread. Now we need a month. Maybe a year. Never mind, we didn’t need to lockdown at all, and it caused more harm than good.

Don’t take any vaccine that Donald Trump rushed to market. You didn’t get the vaccine? Are you nuts? The vaccine is highly effective. Oops, it looks like highly vaccinated Israel is having a major outbreak. Get the vaccine or lose your job.

Are you keeping up? This is the reality of living in a post-truth world.

They want us shell-shocked with rapidly changing information overload which leads to option-paralysis and fear. When people are in a state of fear coupled with option-paralysis they are very susceptible to manipulation and easy to control.

While we are all dazed and confused, they are destroying families, small businesses and entire nations. They are rigging elections. They are botching troop withdrawals to flood Western countries with refugees. The American border is being invaded by hundreds of thousands of people.

They are buying up single-family homes and pricing you out of the market. They are printing endless money and inflating your currency.

They are transferring trillions of dollars in wealth to themselves and shutting up every last voice of dissent while doing it.

All the while, you worry about a virus that statistically you have a 98% chance of surviving with the immune system God gave you.

By design, it’s exhausting and impossible to keep up with. It’s meant to drain you mentally, physically, and spiritually so that you submit to their control. Don’t.

In the post-truth world, anything goes. Chaos reigns. Those who create the chaos manifest their means of control. Do not comply. Do not give them one inch. Stand your ground. Hold the line.

Shots & stupid stimulus

America’s IRS website tells me they mailed another Kung Flu stimulus check in my direction three days ago. I am vociferously opposed to this irresponsible nonsense of mailing cash willy-nilly all over the place with no regard for whether a person needs the money or not, whether a person has been financially harmed by the Kung Flu hysteria or not.

America is already drowning in debt, getting worse by the day. And it’s sending me money, a person who has not been financially harmed in any way whatsoever by the pandemic. It’s absurd and irresponsible.

The check in the mail is the third stimulus payment. I did not get the first one due to some bureaucratic reason, and I don’t care, but I did get the second one, which I cashed here. What else was I to do? Mail it back? Boy, that would have confused them. So I cashed it here in spite of my thinking it is unseemly.*

And if the third payment makes it through the Mexican mail system, I’ll cash it too. Perhaps I’ll use it to pay for the cataract surgery on my other eye, which is still pending, even though I am perfectly capable of using my own money for that.

Speaking of unseemly, the Gringos on our local internet forum are all a’twitter at the “free” money coming their way. They just cannot wait to get their hands on it.

Most are Democrats, of course. Unseemly, I tell you.

Speaking of the Kung Flu hysteria, I have decided not to get the vaccine, assuming it ever appears in my neck of the woods because Mexico’s distribution system is a poorly organized mess. I have decided to dodge the shot for a number of reasons.

One is that the pandemic is clearly winding down, as they always do. Two is that most cases are relatively mild. And very few people die. Yes, I am old, but I have no serious health issues and that’s almost always what kills people who catch the Kung Flu.

And also, the vaccine was a rush job. I am not an “anti-vaxxer.” I get the flu vaccine every year. I’ve received lots of vaccines. I welcome vaccines, but not rush jobs.

And when has a disease ever separated along political lines? In the United States, why are Democrat-run states trying to destroy private enterprise and Republican-run states much less so? Why are you far more free in Florida and South Dakota than you are in California, Michigan and Wisconsin? We’re living in a surreal world.

Something very strange is happening.

Looking only at Mexico with a population of about 130 million, to date, confirmed cases amount to 1.7 percent of the population. Deaths amount to 0.16 percent of the population. Those are really low numbers. And our pandemic is winding down noticeably.

What pushed me over the edge on the vaccine issue was a video I saw a few days ago, a speech delivered by Dr. Simone Gold who is also an attorney and founder of an organization named America’s Frontline Doctors. The video is about an hour long but well worth watching, especially if you’re still vaccine-free.

Back to the political aspect of the Kung Flu hysteria: Big Tech, mainstream media, showbiz, etc., have all gone to extremes to censor contrary opinions about the pandemic. Dr. Gold’s video was, of course, deleted from YouTube, but it’s available on Brighteon, one of a number of newer video channels dedicated to freedom of opinion.

To see Dr. Gold’s extremely impressive resumé, go here and scroll to the bottom. In spite of her sterling credentials, since she disagrees with the obligatory narrative surrounding the Kung Flu, she has been slandered by Big Tech and the leftist media.

And I don’t wear face masks either, except when it’s required to walk into a store. On the streets hereabouts, you can stroll mask-free with scant interference because Mexicans mind their own business. It’s just one more advantage of living in a free society.

* By cashed, I mean a money exchange gave me “real money,” i.e. Mexican pesos.

Double dose of dumb

e0f7347666a56586aafd709fd84353ab--pirate-flags-vinyl-cutterI’VE BEEN SWEATING lead-capped, high-caliber, silver bullets for three weeks, and here’s the reason why:

On the afternoon of March 28, I was sitting on the plaza downtown at a sidewalk table outside my sister-in-law’s coffee shop. Out walk a niece, her common-law husband and their daughter, Romina, who is two years old.

Go kiss your Uncle Felipe, the niece said, as her “husband” gave Romina a little urging in my direction, so over she trotted. I leaned over and planted one on her cute cheek.

I then asked where they were headed. To a doctor’s office, the mother replied. We think she has chickenpox … What! Internally, my head exploded. I was speechless. Unlike many people, likely most, I have never had chickenpox. So I am not immune.

While chickenpox is just a very itchy problem for kids, it’s quite a different matter for adults, and even more so for older adults, which is what I am. Among potential complications are pneumonia and encephalitis, swelling of the brain.

I ask myself, are these people living in the 19th century? Are they completely ignorant or just colossally irresponsible? I was dumbstruck and simultaneously angry on an epic scale. But I kept that to myself.

What I was facing was a cultural norm, a habit so deeply ingrained that it simply overrides all common sense. Coming and going, Latinos kiss friends and relatives, period. No matter what. It’s simply something you do.

I’ve lived with this for almost two decades. I’ve never liked it. I’m not a kissy person. I have little to no interest in kissing and hugging people aside from my child bride. But I’ve gone along with the custom, dodging it whenever I can.

I wish I’d dodged on March 28 because the child did have chickenpox.

That began three weeks of very sleepless nights, especially at the beginning. I learned online that chickenpox virus normally takes 10 to 21 days to incumbate in a new host, so you’re not out of the woods for three weeks.

But there is more. Further online investigation revealed that one can get the chickenpox vaccine after exposure. If you get it within three days, it reduces the probability of getting sick by 90 percent. Within five days, by 70 percent.

I liked those odds, so off I went to find the vaccine.

* * * *

Second dose of dumb

This was two days after the kiddie kiss. It was Saturday. Normally, I would have driven to the nearby capital city to the major hospital where we get our annual flu shots and whatever other vaccines are appropriate. But I was almost positive the vaccine office would not be open on a Saturday.

So I went to a government clinic here on the mountaintop where vaccines are available. It’s a humble spot on the outskirts of town. I was ushered into a small room where the door sported a sign that said Vaccines.

I explained my situation to the nice woman in there. She told me the chickenpox vaccine would not be available for another week or so. I responded something along the lines of:  Yipes! That’s not going to help me at all.

New ImageThat was when she went into another version of Latino Culture Mode, and that is to never say no. This trait is so widespread that it’s mentioned in virtually all tourist guidebooks.

Seeing that I was upset on hearing this, and I was, she decided to take a look into the fridge where vaccines were stored. And shocker! There it was. One sole, remaining dose of chickenpox vaccine. Whew! She gave me the shot.

Standard procedure here is to give the patient the label, or something, with the name of the vaccine. When I got home, I checked online about the shot she had given me. It was for measles, not chickenpox. I think the nurse knew this full well.

I think she just wanted to settle my mind. But what she had done was this: I had not received the chickenpox vaccine and, far worse, she had made it impossible to drive to the capital city on Monday to get the real deal.

Apparently, I learned, after receiving any anti-virus vaccine, one must wait at least six weeks before getting another. I was screwed in the vaccine department.

Were these cultural obsessions going to put me into the grave?

I sweated out the three weeks, which ended on Thursday. I did not get chickenpox. And I have announced to any relative within earshot that I am no longer available for kissing and hugging. They cannot be trusted.

And I’m still pissed off.