“It’s My Treat’ Cafe, Los Algodones, Mexico

I feel so blessed to be sitting here in It’s My Treat cafe. The sun is shining. There’s a blue sky. I’ve just completed my dental work at St. Thomas Dental Clinic.  I feel like I have a new mouth. The only trouble is the old worn face doesn’t mast the youthful pearly whites. I am reminded of Leonard Cohen’s song, I want a new Face.  What a brilliant poet.  A true mensch.  

Trump is in power and the tariffs are being imposed today.  I actually hope this will help move along the Liberals in Canada whose waste, nepotism, cronyism and graft under Trudeau His reign of censorship and WEF sharia Maoist communism surpassed the Leninist communism of Pierre Trudeau who elevated French Canadians over all the English Canadians subjugating western Canada to the Montreal/Toronto political ghettos.  

In peace time beurocracies grow fat and crime grows but in war the external threat forces the country to survive to get rid of its party animals and elevate the adults.  I’m tired of Trudeau’s hatred of elders, euthanasia, and Christophobia.  I confess I think that term limits are best and politicians should be changed frequently like diapers for the same reason.  My brother said he would die if he had to face another 4 years of Liberals and shortly thereafter died.  It’s emotional reasoning but the fact is I blame Justin Trudeau, pampered trust fund molester of little girls for the death of my brother. He was as great a family man and father as my father and struggled so hard sacrificing so much to care for his child and family. His wife was his gorgeous best friend and the kids were great but he, like my parents, always budgeted and put his needs second having the greatest joy in seeing his wife and children well and happy.  He loved as only great men do and died. I believe that he’d have lived longer is he like all men like him didn’t have to struggle with a spendthrift fool at the helm who said the ‘budget would balance itself’. Well, it didn’t and now all my patients are struggling economically.  All those who worked hard their whole lived and retired and now facing pensions halved in value by Trudeau’s incomepentence and Liberal mismanagement of the economy.  I’m hopeful there fore that Trump’s challenge and the success of America economically will get an election in Canada and Pierre Poilevre and the Conservatives in power .  

The globalism of the WEF and UN is all about binary political thinking, mired in 19th century, Marxism , beurgeosie and proletariat, black and white. Good and Evil.  I believe the stronger the middle class the stronger the society. Communism and Medievalism and WEF are all rich and the rest.  Self serving gangsterism.  Have’s and have nots and hand outs. I believe in trades, education, meritocracy, and skills and that everyone can be useful and that we don’t improve matters with free money but with earned money.  

Oh well, here I am in heaven and distracted by the mess of politics. 

Thank you Jesus for this day. Thank God for the blessings of being able to go to Mexico where people speak English and the Canadian dollar still has value.  I don’t barter and trade much but appreciate the enterprise of the merchants here. Wheeling and dealing. I loved that Conrad Black wrote that Canadian parents wanted their children to be beurocrats whereas American parents wanted their children to be entrepreneurs. I come here each year and see the different offerings in the shop. It reminded me of when I was in San Diego and we were told to take playboys because the last last cruiser had taken ball caps and the ones before tshirts. The fishermen couldn’t ‘sell’ their catch but would ‘trade’ with the passing cruisers. I met a cruiser who sailed twice around the world becoming rich like the sailors of old simply by recording prices and desires of the ports he went into and bringing supplies the next year.  That’s going on all over here.  The Mexicans are masters of that.  

I’ve another week at the Sleepy Hollow RV Park.  I’ve church tomorrow and hopefully will get the time right. I’m going back to Winterhaven across the border and taking Madigan on the Vespa into Yuma to  the post office.  I worked this week and will work remotely next week then use the three day weekend to travel to my next location. I’ve been told of an RV park, Fountain of Youth and wanted to go to the camp at Salton Sea California.  I’d be beginning my migration back.

Laura says it’s snowing in Vancouver so I’m glad to be missing that. I’d planned to be back in March and last year came back at the end of February.  I like moseying home but last year once I got north of San Francisco the cold and rain made me actually wish for home.  I was mostly missing Laura and friends.  I like my life at home, the friends, the clinics, the colleagues and the men’s group.  I just hate the couts and government overreach and creeping totalitariansims.  Here I enjoy the Latin comraderie. Maybe I just like being an ex pat. I loved my time with Willie and Anita Gutowski in Saipan with Frank and the fillipinos nurses.  I’ve really been blessed to know the finest of people

I’m grieving the passing of Philip Ney. What a great man. He was a mentor among the best I’ve been blessed with. Angels and spiritually, intellectually and emotionally gifted.  What a great man.  

He and Dr. James Houston another mentor like my friend John Christiansen all knew each other.  I am getting older and it’s great to have this memories of these profoundly deep and truthful men to reflect on.

I’m blessed. Thank you Jesus. Thank you God for the air and the colours and the sun and sky and the desert and the trees and this earth and time.  Thank you.