Category Archives: South of the Border

Soccer: A clear sign of dementia

Posted on June 30, 2014 | 2 comments

At the risk of further upsetting Mr. Goon, who adores soccer (probably because he came up in the Soviet Union where there was little else to do), I couldn’t ignore this piece about soccer fanatics (the origin, BTW, of the contraction “fan”) using laser pointers to injure goalies.

Nor this incisive comment by Estragon about America’s decline with the (so far, thankfully, miniscule) rise here of soccer popularity:

“Whereas the youth of America once came of age in the bleachers trying to second-guess pitchers and managers and learning real strategy, nowadays we seek to emulate the Eurotrash, who crowd into the standing room areas of soccer stadiums and urinate on each other’s legs to avoid missing a minute of the ‘action.'”

Heck, soccer players have been gunned down for “poor play,”—how could anyone tell good play from poor in such a boring, sleep-inducing game?

Via Instapundit.

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Why you must not move to Texas

Posted on June 25, 2014 | 4 comments

First, because we have too many immigrants already and only a small fraction of them have come from South of the border. Second, because every story you’ve ever heard about how great it is here was a lie. Plain and simple. We have fire ants in every back yard, scorpions, rattlesnakes and tarantulas all over the place, and cockroaches as big as your hand. And there’s more:

As TexasDoubleDoc, a commenter at Instapundit, says: “The grocery stores only stock potato chips and coke, the roads are full of potholes, and gunfights break out every twenty minutes. The schools are in shambles, there are regular book-burnings, and everyone is forced to attend [a Baptist church] every weekend.

“Women have zero rights here, gays are stoned in the town square, and minorities must apply skin whiteners to blend in and avoid violent mobs. There is no true ‘nighttime’ here, as Texans frequently burn large open swaths of oil for fun. And EVERYONE rides a horse, so it stinks to high heaven from all the manure on the disintegrating roads.”

Plus which, there are no more jobs left anymore. None at all. Zip. All taken. So do us all a big favor and stay the hell away. Pretty please.

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Rick’s border surge

Posted on June 19, 2014 | 9 comments

Gov. Perry to Department of Public Safety, i.e. the state police:  “…you are directed to plan and execute a surge operation of increased law enforcement in Texas border counties” to handle the growing numbers of illegals crossing the Rio Grande and the drugs and other lawlessness appending.

AG Abbott and Lt. Gov. Dewhurst have chimed in with their own directives.

I guess we won’t be seeing the usual number of state troopers on the highways for a while. They’ll all be down in the Valley, doing the job the feds and their Democrat overseers refuse to do—hoping for a surge in new voters this fall, no doubt. If they can quash voter i.d. in the meantime.

UPDATE:  Our tax dollars at work. Flying some of them to Massachusetts, yeah. Now that I can get behind.

MORE: DPS boss explains what the surge is up: “Since October more than 52,000 unaccompanied children have crossed the border illegally. McCraw says the feds are not doing their job of securing the border. It’s a situation the Mexican cartels are leveraging.”

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Marty Robbins: Gangsta Rapper

Posted on May 28, 2014 | 2 comments

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Woke up the other morning inexplicably humming this Marty Robbins oldie, a big hit in 1960, which, of course, you never hear on the radio any more but sure ’nuff did way back then.

I wonder if Scott Chaffin does that from time to time, stirring from a doze in his box seat at the baseball diamond in the sky? Would not be surprised. It was Scott’s idea to include Robbins in the Gangsta Rapper Pantheon. Works for me.

I love the idea that the character of “wicked Felina” was adapted from a girl Robbins had a crush on in fifth grade. As they say, write what you know.

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Rule 5: Dylan Penn

Posted on March 6, 2014 | 2 comments

Sexy Shoots Dylan Penn for GQ Magazine January 2014

Proof that daddy Sean was good for something besides sucking up to dictators. Although there is a rumor that he also quietly helped rescue an American businessman from a Bolivian prison a few years ago.

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“I am besieged by a thousand or more…”

Posted on March 2, 2014 | 4 comments

It’s traditional in these parts to read this aloud today, the 2nd of March, which is Texas Independence Day. Even big-Lefty Gov. Ann Richards did it when she was in office.

Commandancy of the Alamo

Bexar, Feby. 24th, 1836

To the People of Texas & all Americans in the World– Fellow
Citizens and Compatriots–

I am besieged by a thousand or more of the Mexicans under Santa Anna–I have sustained a continual Bombardment & cannonade for 24 hours & have not lost a man–The enemy has demanded a surrender at discretion, otherwise the garrison are to be put to the sword, if the fort is taken–I have answered the demand with a cannon shot, & our flag still waves proudly from the walls–I shall never surrender or retreat.

Then, I call on you in the name of Liberty, of patriotism & everything dear to the American character, to come to our aid with all despatch–The enemy is receiving reinforcements daily & will no doubt increase to three or four thousand in four or five days. If this call is neglected, I am determined to sustain myself as long as possible & die like a soldier who never forgets what is due to his own honor & that of his country–Victory or Death.

William Barret Travis, Lt. Col. comdt.

Much more detail at this classic site. And a contemporary view via the Alamo cam. And the best history, in my opinion. After 178 years you can still “hear” some of the old Alamo in this Deguello bugle call of No Quarter. The dictator’s troops played it before their final, successful dawn assault on March 6, 1836.

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Cuban bedtime stories

Posted on December 20, 2013 | Comments Off on Cuban bedtime stories

” A small grimace of impatience started to play across the kid’s face, but the voice didn’t stop. ‘At the end of the month he would receive a salary that was barely enough to pay the electric bill and buy a little food, so the good man had to do some bad and illegal things to survive…’

“A snort of frustration interrupted the monotone narrator. As the girl’s little hands tossed the pillow away from the bed, she shouted, ‘No, Papi! No! I want a story where the good guys win…!’”

Don’t we all.

Thanks to Simply Jews.

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