The real election question

Yes, I’m an American. No, I didn’t vote in 2016. Or 2012. Or 2008. I honestly don’t remember about 2004, the year both major candidates were related, and belonged the small and secretive Skull and Bones cult at Yale. That might be when I decided to call it quits. Also, there was the “convenient” discrediting of paper ballets in the 2000 election, which allowed easily-rigged electronic voting machines to take over.

After 9-11 (which my wife called as an inside job before the second WTC building [of several, not just two] disappeared, causing our  part-time-police cleaning lady to walk out of our house, never to return), I began looking to alternative sources of information. Some sites were misleading, some bogus, some with unstated agendas, but a picture began to emerge: the official story was obviously a lie,1 and the mainstream media, 90% of which is owned by six corporations,2  was spouting that lie. Over and over.

So as the world reeled in shock yesterday at the US election results, I was shocked, too, to realize how many people still consider mainstream media a reliable source of information.

They reeled in shock because ‘everyone knew’ that the candidate whose supporters filled stadiums, sometimes several in one day, didn’t have a chance against the candidate that couldn’t fill a high school gym. And how, pray tell, did ‘everyone know’ that? Glad you asked:

Huffington Post propaganda

New York Times hoax election poll

Washington Post propaganda

(24 October 2016)

So the real election question: will you continue to regard these people as ‘experts who somehow got it wrong’ and accept their crocodile tear ‘apologies’ as genuine, or will you begin to see them for what they are, people paid to lie to you?

This is not a political question. It is more important than that.

1 the truth remains elusive, but an evidence (not hypothesis) based investigation yields fascinating results
2 based on comments from people from and in various countries, this lack of media diversity is not just in the US


Trump districts
Oh sorry, we’ll do better next time, honest – NYT

election fraud cartoon

Things you would NEVER see in Uruguay

Still there after five days, Prescott Valley, Arizona. In a relatively poor neighborhood.


A small child’s bike, apparently fully functional, left by the trash container.


A large-scree CRT TV, with remote, apparently fully functional, left out for anyone who wants it.



Ah, America

Ah, America:
the visual jingoism of
omnipresent flapping flags.
Shiny cars, beseeching churches;
smooth roads and ads for shiny
vehicles, tank-like or claustrophobic:
sometimes both.

My people: fun to help, make laugh,
cheer along. That I can do so easily,
waitress or Walmart Greeter.
Casually conversational, easygoing,
but so must I bear
the oppressive banality
of overheard conversations.

And not indulge intellect, perception,
nor reveal observation, awareness.
My son says they’re stupid:
given two days, I cannot disagree.

Triscuits, flavor rosemary
and olive oil; cheese a combo:
monterrey jack and cheddar.
Chardonnays not Southern Cone:
cheap good California Barefoot;
Onduraga from Oz. Not special,
just not Southern Cone.

In the hotel, we offer to leave
carry-on unfriendly corkscrew
for future guests. Two wine glasses and
real — not-plastic — knife appear
to carry upstairs
for our evening snack.


(from November 2014)

4 nice things about frequent flier miles


  1. Just 20,000 of them got us from Montevideo to Miami;
  2. “TSA PRECHK” exempts you from the more ludicrous aspects of American Security Theater inspired by the “shoe bomber” and ”liquid bomber” made-for-TV dramas;
  3. Priority AAccess means you can get on the second-rate plane used on the non-competitive MIA-MVD run early enough to find an overhead bin for your carry-on bag;
  4. Between MVD and MIA and LAS (Las Vegas), we have none left to expire.

The last point is not trivial, since 80,000 of my frequent flier miles expired earlier this year.


Florida sightings


Thanksgiving parade hint for the directionally challenged



Here’s to the crazy ones …


Morbidly obese diners in Vero Beach, Florida

TooJay’s Deli, Vero Beach: fellas, ya don’t hafta order extra fries with that … every single time … honest ….



Sandhill cranes in the ‘hood