WINNER

 

Here's the thing, a woman, a biological women even, just flipped a solid blue Democrat congressional seat in Texas. And guess what, Mayra Flores is from Mexico, a legal immigrant married to a border guard.

The attractive, talented and popular Flores beat her unpopular Democrat opponent by a sturdy 8% in this overwhelmingly Latino district. Her platform? Dios, Famila, Patria or God, Family, Fatherland. 

It seems this message resonated with Hispanic voters, which is really strange. Surely Abortion, War, Drag Queen Story Hour, COVID Control and ever increasing prices would have pulled those immigrantx in like bees to honey. Apparently not. Democrats and neocon RNC, listen up and take note.

Just because you open the Southern Border doesn't mean all those millions of Spanish speaking immigrants are going to vote for cultural or any other form of Marxism. It's simply not a given, think Pinochet, Peron and the Cartels, and there's always El Jefe himself.

Just a thought. Congrats, Mayra, you're a winner.

Cheers,

LSP

Patriotism

 

Rightly moved by small town Itasca's war memorial, Wild  commented:

I once heard Chris Matthews pontificating on his tee-vee show trying to explain the xenophobia of the red state hick by saying the little guy loves his country because that's all he's got. Meaning, the more enlightened portion of the populace would not be such fools... Not only did he miss the point, he put his Oldsmobile in reverse and drove off the bridge a second time.

 

he put his Oldsmobile in reverse and drove off the bridge. Dam straight. Patriotism, true love of Patria, begins at home, not with abstract bi-coastal Harvard inspired imagination but with love of where you actually are, the one you're with, your family, village, town, city and on. Chesterton expounds:

Let us suppose we are confronted with a desperate thing, say Pimlico. If we think what is really best for Pimlico we shall find the thread of thought leads to the throne or the mystic and the arbitrary. It is not enough for a man to disapprove of Pimlico: in that case he will merely cut his throat or move to Chelsea. Nor, certainly, is it enough for a man to approve of Pimlico: for then it will remain Pimlico, which would be awful. 

The only way out of it seems to be for somebody to love Pimlico: to love it with a transcendental tie and without any earthly reason. If there arose a man who loved Pimlico, then Pimlico would rise into ivory towers and golden pinnacles; Pimlico would attire herself as a woman does when she is loved. For decoration is not given to hide horrible things: but to decorate things already adorable. A mother does not give her child a blue bow because he is so ugly without it. A lover does not give a girl a necklace to hide her neck. If men loved Pimlico as mothers love children, arbitrarily, because it is theirs, Pimlico in a year or two might be fairer than Florence. 

Some readers will say that this is a mere fantasy. I answer that this is the actual history of mankind. This, as a fact, is how cities did grow great. Go back to the darkest roots of civilization and you will find them knotted round some sacred stone or encircling some sacred well. People first paid honour to a spot and afterwards gained glory for it. Men did not love Rome because she was great. She was great because they had loved her.

 

GKC and Wild, I'd argue, are right in the X Ring.

Your Patriotic Pal,

LSP