Tuesday, December 31, 2024

Warm feelings about Jimmy Carter

Jimmy Carter was a good man at a bad time to be president.

He was a "post-Watergate" president.

Jimmy Carter made politics a job of public service. Americans wanted that, at least for a while.


Jimmy Carter was elected president after Nixon resigned in the aftermath of "Watergate." Carter taught Sunday school, which at first was an electoral positive for him. He was a southerner who spoke for progress on integration and women's equality. He and Rosalynn were devoted to each other, and he kept his small-town plain-folks vibe throughout his life. It was genuine.  

I ran for office in 1980 because politics seemed like an honorable profession, a way to change the world for the better. Reporters  -- then also a respected profession -- acted as the public's watchdog. That system seemed to work. There was a good-government reform feeling in the air. Women were getting equal rights, even if not the Constitutional amendment they sought. Jimmy Carter was part of that post-Watergate thinking. 

Carter inherited a mess and it got worse over the four years of his term. People were frustrated by "stagflation"; the high interest rates that Carter let get higher to try to stop inflation; the collapse of the housing market amid sky-high mortgage rates; gasoline shortages and lines at gas stations, and in the election year of 1980 the Iran hostage crisis. Carter said there was no magic wand for a quick fix. And there wasn't. Until the technology of oil production changed, the problem of our dependence on foreign oil was caused by our consumption. We needed to lower our thermostats and wear a sweater in the house in the winter. Drive 55 miles per hour. Economize. Conserve. Be our best selves. Americans didn't like it. Less isn't more. It is less. The late 1970s felt like hard times.

Jimmy Carter sold his peanut farm, put assets into a blind trust, and kept his influence-peddling, beer-drinking brother, Billy, at arms length. He tried to put a stop to revolving-door influence peddling that was and is D.C. culture. That did not win friends in Congress, which saw it as shaming them. Jimmy Carter wasn't a schmoozer, not with Congress. A college near-classmate, James Fallows, who worked on the speechwriting team, wrote that Carter personally kept the schedule for staff to use the White House tennis courts. It described a micro-manager and that is how that was understood. It also described a person punctilious about fairness and privilege.

There is an idea in the zeitgeist during this Trump era that presidents need not be people of good character, and maybe should not be. Personal virtue is the realm of spiritual leaders, not political ones. Jesus never led an army. Machiavelli, not Jesus, understood leadership. God uses bad people to fulfill His plan. Leaders need to be bold and selfish, a bad-ass, to deal in a world of bad-asses. The Trump era is the opposite of the post-Watergate era. 

Back in 1980 I considered Carter unfortunate, more a victim than a failure. We have had 45 years to evaluate his presidency, and he stands up pretty well. He did courageous, necessary things. Amid controversy, he deregulated the airlines and trucking industries, unleashing a huge increase in productivity. He initiated the high interest rate policies that ended the inflation cycle, something that Reagan gets credit for. He ended the hostage crisis, the handoff taking place in the first hour of Reagan's presidency. 

History has been kind to Carter. He is remembered for his good deeds post-presidency. 

Carter offers an uncomfortable lesson to Democrats, one that cuts against the grain of their century-long project of creating a kinder, more inclusive social welfare polity. Democratic policy leaders on Congressional staffs and advocacy groups consider themselves to be fighting for social justice. They are the "good guys" pushing against the selfish billionaires, the powerful, the corporations, and the privileged. Democrats inevitably encounter inertia and reluctance to change from people -- a majority or more of the public -- who like what they have and resist change. A great many Americans presume that if they are being asked to sacrifice for the environment, for other countries, for other people here in America, or for some high-minded aspiration, that they are being cheated in some way. They are quick to feel scolded if they defend themselves and their mindset. They would rather be cheated by a corrupt politician who says he is on their side than by people who appear to disapprove of them.

I like Jimmy Carter, but he is a cautionary note to Democrats about Sunday school.



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Monday, December 30, 2024

Truth is stranger than fiction.

The letters I published Saturday and Sunday from the "Trump Mar-a-Lago White House" were parodies. 

Some people thought they were real.


Forty-plus years ago, when I held public office, I learned never to use sarcasm, parody, satire, or even subordinate clauses.  Parody and sarcasm are dangerous. Heck, even subordinate clauses are dangerous.

(Remember eighth grade English? A subordinate clause is a clause that is superseded by another. For example, "Although Donald Trump is a gifted crowd pleaser, but he is a dangerous and corrupt would-be Constitution-breaking authoritarian." The "Although Donald Trump is a gifted crowd pleaser" is the subordinate clause.  Advice to politicians: Never use subordinate clauses. Too many people will remember the first part of the sentence, but not the second, the one that carried your real meaning. And if there is still any media in the U.S. to report on what you say, they will focus on the first clause. After all, it is the surprising part of your sentence, the one that went against the grain, making it the newsworthy part. And besides, you in fact said it, your words. Gotcha.)

Sarcasm is a similar hazard. Even if you roll your eyes and make it perfectly clear to most people that you mean the opposite of your words, those sarcastic words in fact would be voiced. Some people won't get your true meaning. And news media -- or people with a phone video camera --  will be there to record you, and they might not catch the eye roll. Am I being paranoid? FAFO.

There's rarely a warning label. It ruins the joke.

That brings me to parody. It works on Saturday Night Live because the audience has been trained to expect parody. The closer the SNL actor looks and sounds like the real politician, the better. We enjoy a good fake. We enjoy seeing that performer say things that exaggerate something the politician might have said. Could have said. It sometimes gets at the real nature of the person being parodied. It isn't deceptive because people realize it is commentary on reality, not reality itself.  

AOC testifying about deep fake porn using her face.

We are surrounded by fakes. 
Every day I get a credible-looking text telling me a package is being held at the post office needing identifying information from me. It directs me to call a number in the Philippines. Every day I get an email thanking me for having used my Pay Pal account to buy a $495.99 internet security service, and to call them if I have any questions about my purchase. I don't have a Pay Pal account. Lies look true. Scams look about as real as the truth, which is why phishing scams succeed. Trump is a gifted crowd pleaser, and he realizes the simple reality that flagrant, outrageous lies are more interesting, clickable, and re-tellable than the truth. In a communications environment full of rumors, half-truths, deep fakes, and lies, the whole notion of literal truth dissolves. Who can tell the difference? Well, we sometimes can, and it is essential we do.

I attempt to be fair-minded in an old-school journalistic way. Reasonable. Readable by Republicans. Both serious and literally true. An independent blogspot-substack commentator like myself doesn't have the credibility of an institution, so we need to maintain a brand built out of consistency. Mine is that I write what I think. 

I love parodies, and will keep publishing them from time to time, but going forward I am going to make a stronger point of introducing them as parodies. Blowing their cover and calling them parody diminishes their comedic effect, but I am not SNL and I am fighting the wave of credible fakes that are meant to deceive, not inform. 


"Just be for real
Won't you, Baby
Be for real
Won't you, Baby
You see I, I don't want
To be hurt by love again."

     Leonard Cohen, "Just be Real," 2012




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Sunday, December 29, 2024

Easy Sunday: Another request from the Mar-a-Lago White House

The less people know, the more the Trump Mar-a-Lago White House likes it.

I got another request for help. Could this be legit?


Yesterday's guest post author might be getting played by the Trump transition people. Or I'm the one getting played. Or this might be 100-percent legit. 

My correspondent needs to stay anonymous. Her D.C. firm carries influence because they find remunerative "consulting" jobs for officeholders displaced by elections or infighting. They can "fix" things because of the web of favors they dispense and receive. One of their jobs is floating trial balloons while maintaining enough separation to provide deniability if the balloon pops. 

She reached out to me, presumably at the request of the Trump transition people. They are riven with factions, which makes me wonder what is real or fake, sincere or parody, as if anything done by the Trump White House isn't parody-level amazing. The rival groups are jockeying for power against each other. My anonymous guest post author might be getting punked, sent on a wild goose chase to embarrass a rival faction. But that faction may emerge the winner. The improbable is all too possible. Nothing I see in the Mar-a-Lago White House is any weirder than nominating Matt Gaetz, Haitians eating dogs, Rambo-Trump NFTs, or golden sneakers. Parody is impossible now.

A premise of my blog -- that most voters choose candidates based on gut feelings for a brand, not rational self-interest -- seems to have caught the attention of someone. 

Guest Post by Anonymous, a letter from the Mar-a-Lago White House



The White House

Mar-a-Lago HQ

Office Of Low Propensity Voters and Low Information Voters

 

Re: Opportunity To Contribute to Office of LPV-LIV

 

Mr. Sage:

 

My colleague in the Department of Guest Experiences (DOGE) passed your name on to me and highly recommended your blog as a resource for American exceptionalism (now called America First). Yes, we have gotten America on the right track, our challenge is how to keep it there. Mar-a-Lago HQ has tasked me with elevating the spontaneous and honest non-partisan, low-propensity and low-information voter over the tyranny of strict partisanship.

 

The ideal LPV-LIV seldom votes in presidential years, never votes in midterms or local elections, and doesn't need the media to tell him what to think. (The LPV-LIV preferred pronouns are "he" and "him" which are traditionally considered gender neutral.) Unfortunately, as a counterbalance to continued media election interference, a renewed battle against the fake media and political elites will be necessary—not only must these elites be denounced, they must be discredited. Any denigration of LPV-LIV by the media within 90 days of any federal election will be the subject of new rules with the Federal Election Commission. This embodies the sacred spirit of the 15th Amendment and the Voting Rights Act of 1965, which prohibit voter tests for literacy and knowledge. President Trump stands firmly against any new form of Jim Crow laws that would persecute LPV-LIVs through media-mandated "fact-checking" or so-called "electoral literacy" requirements. 

 

The presumption of our great democracy is that the illiterate and marginally informed have a dignity and wisdom unrelated to, if not protected from, information transmitted from outside their family, group, ethnicity, or churches. We embrace immigrant voters who can't speak a word of English—they can neither understand Fox News nor MSNBC, The New York Times nor Breitbart; they can watch a few videos, listen to some friends, and they're ready to cast their ballot. This is the bedrock tradition of the low information voter that must be preserved to sustain America's best interests. President Trump intends to uphold this great principle of American democracy—vote what you feel, not what you think.

 

OLPV-LIV represents a Renaissance in patriotic thinking. The media is no longer regarded as the enemy of the people for the simple reason that it has been defeated. Their journalistic expertise is still an asset but should not be co-published with editorial agendas. The First Amendment doesn't guarantee a right to commingle fact and opinion, and we're actively exploring legal paths to disentangle these. If The New York Times wants to publish both facts and opinions, then it will need two distinct publications. Few would subscribe to media outlets if they contained only opinion—it is the commingling of true news that allows those opinions to be heard at all. Creating a requirement that readers click either "news" or "opinion" editions separately will not be much of a burden on the First Amendment. 

 

LPV-LIVs shouldn't be belittled if they refuse to waste more than five minutes daily on 3 to 5 "shorts" on YouTube, Instagram, or TikTok. Reading a few tweets is more than enough to meet our civic responsibilities. The great Charlie Kirk of Turning Point USA showed America that LPV-LIVs can be the backbone of any electoral campaign. Voters don't need to be "involved"; they just need to have some feelings and reactions to what seems smart and what seems dumb. The woke mind virus, DEI, CRT, and Green New Deal all have infected millions with propagandistic, red-scare "text."  Text that is counterintuitive, largely un-American and better communicated in video or minimalist format.

 

We welcome your readers' comments, whether supportive or hateful, thoughtful or reactionary. The future belongs to those who feel, not those who are belittled if they don't read "enough".







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Saturday, December 28, 2024

Concierge service for election winners: A modest proposal from the White House

The Trump White House wants a satisfying experience for the MAGA victors.

They request my help.

One of my readers must stay anonymous. She is well connected and wants to preserve the access and influence she has. She works at the intersection of the incoming Trump White House, K-Street, campaign finance, and crypto currencies. 

Apparently she told someone at the Trump transition team about this blog. Somebody there looked it over and apparently made a decision that my mix of readers could serve as participants in a pilot project. Of course, much of what Trump says is pure performance with no expectation of being done. The Trump people know some of his promises/threats are no more real than the mechanical sharks on a jungle boat ride at Disneyland. Or professional wrestling. Trump isn't going to buy Greenland, seize Panama, nor deport 20 million people, but the MAGA constituency loves the thought of it. Thrill experiences are what Trump's people used to develop a base, and Trump's people hope to elevate their game. 

Trump message managers want a trial ballon. Their premise is that poorly-informed, gut-voting, low-propensity voters are really, at heart, MAGA people. They believe that VIP messaging for MAGA will do double duty, simultaneously turning unlikely voters into reliable Trump voters. The question is how people will react when they realize they are being treated to fiction. Is anyone surprised? Does anyone care? Isn't professional wrestling far more fun to watch than the real thing?

His team asked me to publish this. 




Guest Post by Anonymous



The White House

Mar-a-Lago HQ

Department Of Guest Experiences

 

Re: Invitation To Contribute DOGE Ideas

 

Dear Mr. Sage:

 

We would like to give you the opportunity to contribute to making the American political experience for the winners more fulfilling and inspiring. The Department Of Guest Experiences (DOGE) is a Mar-a-Lago HQ initiative that seeks to move beyond the mere pleasures of "owning the libs" by creating a trajectory of satisfaction that is sustainable. Just as a Director of Guest Experiences in the hospitality industry orchestrates every touchpoint of a guest's stay—from the warmth of their welcome to the ambiance of their surroundings—our DOGE must choreograph the political victory experience for our constituents.

 

Our winner constituency extends beyond Trump voters to the millions of Americans who in their hearts of hearts wanted him to win despite the shackles of party allegiance. Anyone sick of the woke mind virus infecting the Democratic party, anyone who stayed home but with fingers crossed—these are the "winners" we'll cater to. We strongly believe these winners comprise 70% of ages 18-35, 80% over age 65, 35% of Democrats who held their noses to vote Harris, 60% of Hispanics and 55% of blacks. The duty to vote Harris obscured the true measure of Trump support in America. Trump is the president of the silent majority, irrespective of how they actually vote.

 

DOGE exists because the president readily acknowledges he won't deliver many of our promises. The point isn't to actually deport 12 million "illegals" (like "Merry Christmas," that term will experience rebirth); the point is coalescing 100 million people who would be smirking at the thought. Our media team says the 3Rs—raids, roundups, and return flights—will provide satisfying content. When violent police action becomes necessary against violent criminal immigrants, we'll keep it tasteful, never exceeding R-rated Hollywood standards.

 

The Green New Deal will give us invaluable footage: uncontrolled battery conflagrations (some underwater!), heart-wrenching stories of families whose batteries died in blue city ethnic no-go zones, parents suffering roadside indignation from their teens as patriotic trucks and SUVs roar past. The possibilities are endless.

 

Our crown jewel is the "White House troll." Trolling is an art, and the more refined it is, the more politically potent it is. Trump will govern from Palm Beach, not Washington, shifting power to a private compound with all the trappings of state—Secret Service, motorcades, the works. Mar-a-Lago HQ will "manage" the White House as a symbol while not being the true seat of power. At the end of Trump's "official" term, he'll continue as America's dominant leader—if our tens of millions of winners stay on board.

 

Please publish this in your blog. Your readers' reactions—angry or supportive, dismissive or raging—are valuable data. Mar-a-Lago HQ values their opinions.



 



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Friday, December 27, 2024

Living in Mexico Part Two. Why we retired to Mexico

There are nice places to live all over the world.


Maybe you like how far the U.S. dollar goes in Mexico, Thailand, and Costa Rica.  Maybe you want more sun, and if you are going to move to an all-new place in Arizona or Florida, why not move to a better place just a bit farther away?


The first step in thinking about moving abroad is whether it is feasible in the first place. The second question is that suite of pluses and minuses that determine if you would in fact do it and where you would go. Every expatriate has a story. College classmates, husband and wife Erich Almasy and Cynthia Blanton, made their decision.



Guest Post by Erich Almasy



As a history lover, I could easily say that México represents such a vital and fascinating role in developing the Western Hemisphere that it drew me like a geographic magnet. And this is partly true. Growing up, I was enthralled by the story of Hérnan Cortés and his 800 conquistadors overwhelming an Aztec Empire, as told in a fabulist firsthand account by his sidekick Bernal Diaz Del Castillo (The Discovery and Conquest of México). Only later did I discover that Cortés and his 30,000 Tlaxcala allies initially had their asses handed to them by Moctezuma. After measles had decimated (and I use the “new” definition meaning annihilated) the Aztec troops, the Spaniards prevailed. I wept when John Wayne and Richard Widmark died in the movie The Alamo, only to read later in Forget the Alamo by Texans Bryan Burroughs, Chris Tomlinson, and Jason Stanford that the battle was all about protecting slavery in Texas after the Mexican government had banned it. Knowing nothing about the Mexican-American War, I was genuinely mortified by the atrocities committed by the United States. Ulysses S. Grant (who was there) later stated in his memoirs, “I do not think there was ever a more wicked war than that waged by the United States on Mexico.”


However, history alone does not compel one to leave one’s home country. In 1997, my employer asked me to take an “interim” post as the head of their Canadian practice. I have always worked as a management consultant and, in the previous twenty-five years, rarely found myself with a hometown client requiring no overnight travel. I had just achieved that and was enjoying the benefits of living and working in New York City. Suddenly, I was commuting weekly to Toronto, and within two years, I was asked to move there full-time. My wife Cynthia and I decided to try a foreign adventure and spent an interesting 20 years as Canucks (a slightly derogatory term like Hoosiers and Sooners but also embraced).


 Came the time for retiring. Where to go? What kind of life did we want? Not sedentary! No place requiring highways and cars. Not culturally deprived! No bland cities or empty countryside, even if beautiful. Not conservative or religious! That was prohibited by a progressive upbringing and a Harvard education. Not provincial and mildly standoffish! We had plenty of that in Canada (sorry, not sorry). The choices began to be self-limiting. Italy was one of our favorite places, but we should have bought that villa in Tuscany in 1980. Costa Rica was invigorating, but what do you talk about after six months: hallucinogenic frogs? Finally, from the most unlikeliest of places came a possibility. My wife’s Toronto hairdresser had been nagging her for years to vacation in San Miguel de Allende. He and his wife went there for a month every spring, and he raved that it’s not a beach town—but a cultural, colonial mecca in the heart of México.

This was not an easy sell. Cynthia had extremely negative memories of Cancun and Manzanillo, primarily due to surly hotel staff and a case of Rickettsial fever I contracted at one of the country’s poshest resorts. But she did her usual exhaustive research and discovered it might be worthwhile. We booked a week, and I even found that an opera was being staged during our stay. Opera?, asked the man raised by a Viennese refugee. How quaint.


The rest is history, our history. We walked everywhere, although cobblestone streets require caution. We visited museums and art galleries and stumbled upon two excellent vegetarian restaurants. This was México? Where were the tacos and mariachis? No worries, they’re around, but you must look for them. After a week in February, we were sunburnt and filled with the sound of music and good food. We had already made some new friends after we found out that when Gringos** hear you talking in a restaurant, they immediately introduce themselves and ask if you need anything.


Upon our return to dank and cold Canada, we put together the pluses and minuses and did more due diligence. We booked a return week in June to see if it had all been an illusion and found that it hadn’t. We found a part-time realtor who knew someone who knew someone (still the best way to locate a domicile here) and ended up renting a house just finishing construction. Our landlady is tough but fair and a member of a local family that has been here for centuries. She prefers long-term rentals, which we hope we are.


If I look back after five years here, the “why” has changed somewhat. We have more friends here than in any place we have ever lived. We quickly got “calling cards” printed to hand out to the visitors we met in restaurants. COVID-19 was present six months after our arrival, but everyone was masked without complaint, and the outdoor seating at most restaurants meant there was little change to our lifestyle. Most of our friends are Gringos, but we do not live in an ex-pat ghetto. Eighty percent of our neighbors are Mexican, and we host a close extended Mexican family for Thanksgiving every year. When I walk anywhere, I am greeted with “Buenos dias," which I interpret as meaning, “May you have good days.” In San Miguel, it seems a smile goes a mile (or a kilometer since we are in México). Our myriad activities keep us busier than even when we were working, and Cynthia calls this a “summer camp for old people.” Above all, our willingness to try something different meant we were accepted without question. I try not to gloat, but retirement may be the best time of my life.


**Gringos may seem negative, but I identify with it. The term’s origin story that I like is that American soldiers marching in México during The Intervention (what the locals call the Mexican-American War) sang a popular song, “Green Grow the Lilacs.” The locals converted that to “Gringos.”

 



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Thursday, December 26, 2024

You are not stuck in the USA. Move to Mexico, Part One

Leave the country?

If you really believe, along with Trump, that the USA is a hell-hole of carnage, economic misery, crime, and Democratic Party corruption, then you are free to leave. 

If, on the other hand, you thought things were pretty good in the U.S., but since Americans chose a right wing populist autocrat reminiscent of Germany in 1932, and you want out before the real chaos begins, then you, too, are free to leave.

Or maybe you just want a better place to live in retirement.  

Erich Almasy is a college classmate. He and his wife Cynthia Blanton met and matriculated at Harvard College and graduated from the Harvard Business School. They worked as management consultants, traveling the world on business and for fun. They spent 20 years in Canada and retired to San Miguel de Allende in 2019. They have three miniature schnauzers. They hold passports from the United States and Canada, and Erich has an E.U. passport from Austria. 

Erich decodes the economics of moving to a popular city in Mexico.

Guest Post by Erich Almasy

Retiring in Old México Part One - Can you afford it?


I am sitting on my patio, enjoying the sunshine and 77°F temperature, gazing at a view of La Parroquia. I am drinking a Modelo Especial beer that costs 83 cents at the local supermarket. Not to rub it in, but life is pretty good in México. How good, you ask? Let me try to describe it.

 


I live in San Miguel de Allende, a 500-year-old colonial city in the center of México. The Centro (heart of the town) is a cobblestoned UNESCO World Heritage site with no stop signs or traffic lights. Along with the surrounding campos (country townships), our total population is about 180,000. We are roughly an hour’s drive from the nearest large city of Santiago de Querétaro, which has about 1.5 million people and is an industrial and commercial center. San Miguel is about a ten-hour drive due north to the Texas town of Laredo, pretty much the nearest part of the United States.

Expats account for less than ten percent of the population but have an outsized impact on the local employment of maids, gardeners, and maintenance people. Despite this, 90 percent of the tourists are Mexicans, and we have become the wedding capital of México due to San Miguel's most famous sight, the parish church (Parroquia de San Miguel Arcángel), characterized by its pink 'wedding cake' towers that soar above the town.



So, what does retirement cost in San Miguel? Imagine a middle class couple, one of them perhaps a retired school teacher with a government pension, each with a Social Security check. Or perhaps there is an IRA to withdraw from, or the proceeds of the sale of a house. One way or another, presume a couple with $100,000 a year income from all sources, and no debt. Could they retire in San Miguel de Allende?  

That income equates to a current monthly income of over MXN$ 400,000 which is not taxed in México and is unlikely to be taxed by the United States. Even though San Miguel is now one of the most expensive places in México and has seen an inflationary jump, this couple can live pretty well. Here is what their life looks like in U.S. dollars:


Shelter: Many tourists arrive for a week’s vacation and, falling in love, buy a home before they leave. The purchase will run between $150,000 for a condo on the outskirts and $1.5 million for a restored colonial house in Centro. Many others choose to rent since mortgages are nearly impossible to obtain. Rental of a two to three-bedroom home will run from $1,000 to $2,000 per month, depending upon location. Maids and gardeners cost between $5 and $8 per hour plus contributions to Social Security and vacation. Plumbers and electricians cost about $30 per hour. ($1,500 per month) 
Utilities: Water and trash pick-up are through the local utility and cost less than $10 monthly. Electricity is via the National Electric Utility (CFE) and runs about $125 monthly. Your CFE bill is used as a universal proof of your residence. ($135 per month) 
Transportation: Ubiquitous buses make local public transportation easy and cheap (8 pesos or 40 cents per trip). Taxis cost between $4 and $5 with tips to travel anywhere in town. Temporary Residence (which converts to Permanent after four years) allows ex-pats to use a foreign-plated car for that period. Gas is sold in liters (3.785 to a gallon) and runs about $4.70 per gallon. Auto insurance is about $600 per year. ($400 per month) 
Food: Groceries are less expensive than in the United States (which imports over $11 billion of food from México annually). Eggs are less than $2 per dozen and are farm-fresh. Locally-grown fruits (mangoes, avocados, bananas, oranges, lemons, limes, and papaya) and vegetables (corn, squash, chiles, beans, and rice) are cheap. Meats vary, with pork and chicken being extraordinarily cheap and grass-fed beef being more expensive. ($750 per month) 
Dining Out: San Miguel is a gourmand paradise, with over 500 restaurants and new ones added weekly. We celebrated Cynthia’s recent birthday at an authentic Spanish restaurant. A plate of nine giant tapas, two large bowls of Zarzuela seafood stew, and a bottle of Verdejo white wine was MXN$1,500 or US$75. ($600 per month) 
Language: The local language is Mexican Spanish, which can differ from Spanish in several ways, especially regarding food terms, from Spanish Spanish. Several language schools in town can help begin or polish your language skills. Prices of three-week courses at Warren Hardy run $285. ($100 per month) 
Culture and Entertainment: One of San Miguel’s key features is the creative people who have flocked here since art schools were established after World War II. Live music venues include restaurants, jazz clubs, and the Pro Musica organization, which hosts over 30 annual concerts (and even an opera) by classical musicians visiting from around the world. A local multiplex movie theater offers first-run American films (with Spanish subtitles) for $5 per ticket. ($200 per month) 
Security: Despite the criminal cartels’ frightening role in parts of México, San Miguel is exceptionally safe. Most homes have electronic security systems that run $25 per month with monitoring, and many neighborhoods have security people who patrol at night and on weekends. ($85 per month) 
Telecommunications: Nearly everyone in México owns a cellphone, and rates are very low. AT&T México charges about $250 for two years of unlimited cell and text calls throughout North America, plus 5 GB of monthly data. Fiber optic unlimited Internet service is less than $30 per month. ($100 per month) 
Health Care: Many ex-pat retirees retain Medicare plans and their U.S.-based doctors, while others are happy to self-insure. An exhaustive annual check-up with six pages of test costs less than $150 (including the one-hour doctor’s visit of $45). Dental care is cheap, with check-ups, X-rays, and cleaning running $60. Medical specialists in Querétaro are usually about 20 percent of the cost in the United States. ($250 per month)
Pets: San Miguelienses love dogs; nearly every home has from one to three. Top-rated veterinarians cost about $100 per visit for shots, check-ups, and other care. ($75 per month) 
Personal Care: Haircuts for men are about $25 with tips and $145 for color, highlights, cuts, and tips for women. Manis, pedis, and massages are all a fraction of U.S. prices. Pfizer/Moderna COVIS shots were free and the boosters are available from local doctors. ($50 per month) 
Sports and Fitness: There are several first-rate fitness clubs in town with up-to-date equipment that costs a family $70 monthly, and trainers cost about $20 per session. Several public sports venues in town have tennis and pickleball courts with various hourly rates. The Club de Golf Malanquin on the south side is over 50 years old and includes a full restaurant/bar, an 18-hole golf course, a 25-meter Olympic swimming pool, six clay tennis courts, two pickleball and two racketball courts. An equity membership is presently $20,000, although resales can cost less. ($500 per month) 
Shopping: As a tourist town, San Miguel has a vast assortment of clothing, Indigenous art, and furnishing stores. These range from inexpensive galleries along the half-mile Artisanal Walk to expensive boutiques with the latest fashions from Mexico City designers. A mall on the edge of town includes the multiplex theater and a Liverpool, Mexico’s largest department store. Online orders from the United States can be sent to Laredo and brought to San Miguel for a fee plus the 17 percent VAT. Mercado Libre (Latin American) and Aliexpress (Chinese) online marketplaces round out the shopping universe.

Grand Total: ~$4,500 monthly or about one-half of annual income.



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Wednesday, December 25, 2024

Relax. Things are already great again.

Finally, at long last, Christmas is back. 


Joe Biden's brutal suppression of Christmas has ended. Last year nobody was merry. There were no Christmas cards, Christmas lights, or presents under a tree. No Hallmark Channel Christmas movies. Christmas was a work-day. Children cried.

But, thanks to Trump, Christmas is back. 

Restoring Christmas was just the start. As recently as November 5, Trump had said the U.S. was a crime-ridden chaos of economic misery. Trump tweeted yesterday on Truth Social that America is doing great after all. All is calm; all is bright. 

 A golden age has already begun, and Trump isn't even in office yet.


You can enjoy Christmas, thanks to our president.


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Tuesday, December 24, 2024

My Christmas present to myself

My Christmas present to myself is to come clean and say it: 

I am disappointed and angry with Joe Biden, Jill Biden, and Biden's senior staff for lying to us.

Gifted article: The Wall Street Journal


I watch with dismay Republicans who consider themselves good patriotic Americans, but who still find a way to excuse a president who attempted to overthrow an election to stay in office. Trump plotted to create fake electors. He tried to intimidate his vice president into discarding electoral votes and accepting forged ones as equivalent. And that is okay? What is wrong with those Republicans, I wonder?

But it is time for self-reflection. Joe Biden carried out his own Big Lie. That isn't okay, either.

Joe Biden was in self-denial. Jill Biden saw Joe's condition. His senior White House staff saw it yet manipulated his schedule to do a workaround. The Wall Street Journal described his handlers, his re-scheduled meetings, his limited schedule of good moments and bad ones to hide his condition from the public. The staff knew all too well. But they forged ahead anyway with plans for a second term.

Biden has dropped out of sight. He is going through the motions. Trump and Elon Musk are speaking and leading like a president now, not Biden. There is a story to tell about the economy, about immigration, about nominations to the courts, about keeping the government open. It is an obligation of the president to explain and frame the state of the nation. Trump is the one doing it.

Biden is coasting on the muscle-memory of a long career in politics, but he isn't remotely competent to represent policy leadership for another four years. He has abandoned the communication part of the president's job. His key staff cosseted him. They manipulated the Democratic primaries to make sure that Biden and only Biden could represent the Democratic Party. They held Democrats hostage: Biden or nobody. And Biden had faded so much they needed to hide him.

Back in 2019, I wrote about my troubling observation that Joe Biden had a teleprompter for his stump talks in Iowa and New Hampshire. It is as if an elite bicyclist came to the Tour de France equipped with a bicycle with training wheels. It was a gigantic "tell." I saw him in person and up close a half dozen times in 2019. Biden was marginal then, but he was safe, and he wasn't Trump.

The presidency -- and the years -- aged him. When I saw him in 2023 at a high-dollar fundraising event in Portland, there was a rule: no cameras, no recordings. Biden could not be trusted not to fall into that brain-diminished look he had at the June debate.

Joe Biden is no longer fully responsible for himself. It was up to Jill, and she failed him and us. One or two public resignations by staff might have brought the issue to light. There would be a public discussion, as befits a self-governing nation. His staff failed us.

The Biden administration sabotaged its own legacy, the 2024 election, and the Democratic brand. Does Trump lie flagrantly and endanger the republic? Yes. Shame on him. But so did Biden and his team.

I realize that this post isn't the usual light-hearted "merry holiday season" message. But I offer it as a gift this Christmas Eve. Americans can face the truth. Trump lies to us, but so did Joe Biden.

MAGA people are still in thrall to Trump, so they are stuck defending the indefensible. But Democrats, having confronted the truth, can move on. They can rededicate themselves to being square with the public. Someone will emerge to do that.

I am optimistic.



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Monday, December 23, 2024

"A lot of people say. . .”

Trump has a rhetorical device: anonymous attribution.

Examples: 

     A lot of people tell me it lets him get away with saying outrageous lies.

     I hear people say it protects him from slander, libel, and defamation lawsuits.

Nine years ago in Rochester, New Hampshire, Trump had a rally that remains the one most cited by pundits. The crowd was hopped up with a pep-rally spirit. I was there, watching, trying to figure out if the Trump magic was real.

A man in the crowd asked this question:

We have a problem in this country. It’s called Muslims. We know our current president is one. You know he’s not even an American. We have training camps growing when they want to kill us. My question: When can we get rid of them?

My first reaction was the same as observers on every cable news show. Trump didn’t set the man straight. Candidate John McCain, in about the same circumstances, did. I felt proud to have been 10 minutes ahead of the TV pundits. Later I had a second insight, one with longer-term implications. What was important wasn’t what Trump said. What was important is what the crowd did not do. They didn’t register surprise or objection to the question. Aha, I realized. Trump didn't create a movement. He found one. They believe, or want to believe, Obama was a Muslim with training camps! I felt proud of myself to have seen the roots of MAGA so early.

But I missed something right in front of my eyes: Trump’s technique for spreading and amplifying a giant slander. It is a rhetorical device that allows him to put demonstrably false ideas into the zeitgeist.

We are going to be looking at a lot of different things. And a lot of people are saying that and a lot of people are saying that bad things are happening out there. We are going to be looking at that and plenty of other things.

It is clever in its craftsmanship. Attribute outrageous things to third parties. Pretend to be inquisitive, not dishonest. But put it out there for people to believe.

Then the Election Big Lie: People tell me there was massive fraud. People tell me there were suitcases of ballots. 

Then the campaign: Maybe Nancy Pelosi's husband was meeting a gay lover, who knows? People in Ohio say Haitian immigrants are eating their cats and dogs.

It is a common enough device that someone created a meme-generating application to use on Twitter/X. Here is the blank template.


You can fill it in with your own words:


Trump is riding a feedback loop, with help from conservative media and a segment of the public that fails to distinguish between tabloid news and straight news. Trump is a rumor-spreading machine, and a segment of the public has developed a taste for it. Look into the night sky next to airports in New Jersey and see flying saucers from alien civilizations, not planes landing from Baltimore. People say they are alien airships!

Trump was asked about flying saucers over New Jersey:
The government knows what is happening. Our military knows where they took off from. . . . where it came from and where it went. And for some reason they don't want to tell me. And I think they would be better off telling me what it is. Our military knows and our president knows, and for some reason they want to keep people in suspense. I can't imagine it's the enemy, because if it were the enemy they would blast us, even if they were late, they would blast us. Something strange is going on and for some reason they don't want to tell the people and they should because the people -- well they happen to be over Bedminster. . . I think I won't spend the weekend in Bedminster.

Democrats appalled by Trump may need to face the idea that the U.S. may be getting exactly the government we deserve. It is government of the people and by the people. Trump amplifies our worst instincts, but they are there to exploit. Trump tells us what he hears.




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