Wednesday, January 25, 2017


a letter to the Albuquerque Journal from my uncle, Gilbert Aragon:

Wow. I'm amazed that columnist Joline Gutierrez Krueger dragged herself out of the self-pity bar she normally resides in to report on Saturday's gathering of jade egg warriors in Santa Fe, the one place in New Mexico completely hostile to reality.

Given all the hate at the "Love Trumps Hate women's-march-and-banner-waving" they managed to shower us with, gave me reason to laugh if not for their mindless, unreasoning petulance but for the hysterics-flavored comedic effect they spread.

But why was this piece of snarky tripe front page material? Why does one-sided coverage merit such a podium? Certainly, President Trump's efforts to revive oil-carrying pipelines that would help America would be far more impactful upon us than this space waster. And the tiny sports page notice that the Philadelphia Phillies traded off pitcher Severino Gonzalez to the Miami Marlins has a significantly greater consequence on my life. But a breathless front page article on the noisy activity of 'sisters', the liberal word for 'lunatic', is a bit much.

Nevertheless, what's with the Journal? Along with the assorted nasty cartoons and anti-Trump pundit editorials, this is the same type of hate piece we would see on a daily basis when George W. Bush was president (and Ronald Reagan and George H.W. Bush and any Republican who has dared to reside in the White House). Are there absolutely no local conservatives who are allowed to write at the Journal? Any men? Is diversity a meaningless term reserved only for the un-diverse?

Man, oh, man, this is liberal deja vu all over again.


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Sunday, January 22, 2017


Rioting in Washington, D.C., fighting with the police, burning cars, swearing at passersby, tear gas in the air, arrest after arrest. Just the 'Love Trumps Hate' crowd leading by example.


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Sunday, January 15, 2017


We take pleasure in answering at once and thus prominently the communication below, expressing at the same time our great gratification that its faithful author is numbered among the friends of the Internet:

Dear Editor of the Internet:
I am 8 years old.
Some of my little friends say there is no Donald Trump.
Papa says, "If you see it in the Internet, it's so."
Please tell me the truth, is there a Donald Trump?

Virginia O'Hanlon
115 West Ninety Fifth Street

VIRGINIA, your little friends are wrong. They have been affected by the skepticism of a skeptical age. They do not believe except they see. They think that nothing can be which is not comprehensible by their little minds. All minds, VIRGINIA, whether they be men's or children's, are little. Especially the minds of liberals, progressives, and socialists. Those are the tiniest minds of all: small, ignorant, and stubborn. They're just plain jerks.

Yes, little snowflake, there is a Donald Trump. He exists as certainly as love and generosity and devotion exist, and you know that they abound and give to your life its highest beauty and joy. Alas! how dreary would be the world if there were no Donald Trump. It would be as dreary as if there were no VIRGINIAS. There would be no childlike faith then, no poetry, no romance, to make tolerable this existence. We would see not the promise of liberty to think and believe as we choose; to worship and be governed by our God; to speak our mind without reproach; to enjoy the unblemished promise the future holds.

No Donald Trump? Wash my eyes out with cherry soda. There would be no one to stand up against big, despotic government. No one to drain the swamp of career politicians and unchecked bureaucrats. No one to stand tall when the red, white, and blue unfurls in the crisp morning air.

Not believe in Donald Trump! You might as well not believe in tax cuts! You might get your papa to hire men to watch all the roads on Inaugural Day to catch Donald Trump, but even if they did not see Donald Trump coming down, what would that prove? Nobody sees Donald Trump, but that is no sign that there is no Donald Trump. The most real things in the world are those that neither children nor men can see. Did you ever see fairies dancing on the lawn? Well, let me try another metaphor. Did you ever see an elephant blow his nose into a handkerchief? Of course not; but that's no proof that elephants don't. Nobody can conceive or imagine all the wonders there are unseen and unseeable in the world.

You may tear apart the baby's rattle and see what makes the noise inside, but there is a veil covering the unseen world which not the strongest man, nor even the united strength of all the strongest men that ever lived, could tear apart. Only faith, fancy, poetry, love, romance, can push aside that curtain and view and picture the supernal beauty and glory beyond. Is it all real? Ah, VIRGINIA, in all this world there is nothing else real and abiding. Like smaller government, lower taxes, and less regulations.

No Donald Trump! Thank God! he lives, and he lives forever. A thousand years from now, buttercup, nay, ten times ten thousand years from now, he will continue to make glad the heart of America.

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Wednesday, January 11, 2017


I was somewhat disappointed in Barack Hussein Obama's farewell address. I thought for sure he would have visited all 57 states one last time so as to be regaled with parades and fund-raising dinners.

Instead, he took the opportunity to stand before the adoring cameras of the liberal media to tell us once again that this country was still too white for his taste, too rich for our own good, and so racist and bigoted that we have learned nothing under his inspired tutelage. Not since George Washington stood on the steps of Mount Vernon to tell us that horses should be shod have we received such insightful commentary.

He also took the time to warn us of the evil Donald Trump, the evil Russians, the evil computer hackers, and everything evil in the world who colluded to take over the reins of government. We must be on guard lest we lose freedom, liberty, and the great blessings of Obamacare. We must, we must.

I don't know what a man of Mr. Obama's stature will do now that he leaves office but I think a turn as a Las Vegas magician would be in order given that he made $9 trillion of our printed money disappear into thin air. Or as a boxing referee as his military adventures have caused so many foreign conflicts to fester and grow. Or as an environmental engineer as he has the single-handed power to take carbon out of the atmosphere.

Nevertheless, his actions in his farewell acceptance speech were so low-key and non-Obama of him I had to scratch my head. I thought for sure he would have gone amidst the unwashed rabble one final time to give us the chance to touch the fabric of his well-tailored suit so that the infirmed amongst us might be healed.

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