I just finished my morning jog-- fifteen minutes out, fifteen minutes back. Quite sufficient for a 77-year-old. More than sufficient, my doctor tells me. “Take up yoga,” says he.
Ain’t gonna happen. When I die, I’ll jog to my grave, waving Old Glory and denouncing Big Government with my last sentient breath.
Which brings me to today’s Clews Views topic, what is not about the fact that I jogged. It is about where I jogged. And, importantly, about why where I jogged is entirely predictive of how America is about to transmogrify – not transform, but transmogrify -- over the next ten years.
Count on it. Bet on it. Sweep the board by betting your limit. And make sure that in this case, you are a Heavy Hitter.
A block up from my own home (I won’t give the exact address, since the Men in Black might be reading this post) is a nice little Latino bakery. Family owned. And doing quite well, thank you, with scores of regular turnstile, mostly Latino, customers.
Now, were you and I jogging together, you might well say to me, “How do you know that’s a bakery? I don’t see any sign.”
Well, you don’t see a sign because it is a “bootleg bakery.” Totally unlicensed. No government permits affixed to every spare inch of wall space. Which makes it an altogether illegitimate operation – according to the Despot State.
The Despot State, of course, would close it down in a heartbeat if it could. The khaki clad Despot State lickspittles, credentials firmly grasped in one greedy hand, regulations in the other, would officiously, robotically demand the “immediate cessation of any and all food preparation activities.”
And the smiling little Latino bakery owners would nod, agree, make a show of turning off the oven – and then get back to their business once the little factotum had climbed in his pathetic little government car and creeped off in search of other prey.
How do I know this is what would happen? How can I be so precise in my prescient prediction? Because I have seen it happen time and again with my own eyes.
Not just at the unlicensed Latino bakery on the corner (which has excellent postres by the way). I have seen it at the unlicensed Latino tienda across the street. At the unlicensed Latino sandwich shop a block away. And at the unlicensed “shade tree” Latino car repair shop three blocks up and to the right (where I get my car expertly prepared for a fraction of the cost – and far more reliably – than at the local, fully licensed Mr. Auto).
Are you seeing a pattern here? Are you getting the picture? Are you, just possibly, getting at least a little hint of where America is headed in the not-too-distant future?
For which I say, “Thank you Juanita, Jose, Juan, Raul, Rosita, Tomas, Raphael, Carlos, and Felipe. You are taking a decisive and much desired step towards freeing America from itself!”
Let me explain what Jaunita’s, Jose’s, Juan’s, etc’s, personal and persistent declaración de la independencia invariably portends for America’s future, yours and mine included.
The fact is, we know that Toxic Joe Biden has thrown open our southern border and allowed (no, make that invited) about 15,000,000 illegal Latino aliens into our country over the past three years. ¡Dios mío!
Now, the truth is, we already had about 30,000,000 illegal Latinos living high on the government hog in the Estatos Unidos before the additional 15,000,000 traversed the Rio Grande. Muy bien, amigos!
And another 10,000,000 Latinos mas o menos already lived in the tierra de oportunidades (I think you get the meaning) along side the illegal old timers before the alien newcomers even arrived.
That totals a whopping 55,000,000 olive-skinned, Spanish-speaking Central and South Americans now happily residing in what was formerly the largely white, English-speaking, Eurocentric United States of America. Bienvenidos, amigos! Party hearty!
Now, the fact that they are olive-skinned is irrelevant (my little Honduran wife is olive-skinned and is one of the most beautiful women in the world). The fact that they largely Spanish-speaking – and many (as with my Italian grandfather decades ago) obdurately refuse to learn English -- is a bit more of a problem.
And, most importantly and entirely prognostic of where America is headed in the very near future is the fact that the whole lot of them are bringing along the traditions, mores, morals, conventions, behavioral patterns, and psychological predispositions that governed their behavior (or, some would say, misbehavior) in the country of their origin.
Al fin (as your 55,000,000 new neighbors would say) allow me to spell out for you in no uncertain terms what all of the above means you likely have in store, I would say, within the next decade.
Are you ready?
I really doubt it.
The 55,000,000 unacculturated, unacclimatised, and, frankly, disinterested, Latino masses are going to form their own nation within the US boundaries. They may not call it their own nation (in my experience, they are not a very confrontive lot). But it will be their own nation.
And within the boundaries of that new nation, entirely ensconced within the old, they will live their own lives, in their own way, with their own lack of oppressive, illogical, destructive, and counterproductive rules, regulations, red tape, laws, decrees, permits, licenses, and Despot State dictates that have enslaved and all but destroyed the once free and prosperous United States of America.
In short, what the 55,000,000 Latinos found unnecessary and deleterious in their own countries of origin, they will jettison their new country of origination.
And that, by the way will include (or, perhaps, I should say, preclude) oppressive, or, frankly, even incommodious, federal, state, and local taxation.
Gracious Dios mucho!!!
Who knows, they may call their new country “Libertadia.”
Because if you decide to move in with them, you may find your memories of “liberty and justice for all” finally and fully restored…
As the Despot State looks in from the outside -- and knows not to set foot within its boundaries ever again. Whether they be the Men in Black, or their lickspittle factotums.
And for that we can all say in unison and in our new idioma official: ¡Gracias Dios muchisimo -- aleluya y amén!...
Unless, of course, El Senor Donald J. Trump wins re-election in Noverber – and both the Despot State and the Deep State quickly become no mas y nunca otro vez (no more and never again)!
