Superstition parading as xenophobia while norovirus invades California.


It’s an extremely virulent virus. It’s contagious as hell. Don’t mess around with norovirus.


Live viral particles have been discovered hours, even days, after someone suffering from the illness has vomited in a room. It attacks everyone with equal ferocity. It’s not an exotic disease. It is just as likely to live inside the American borders as the most vile, dirty streets of Indian slums. There are enough domestic viral vectors in the United States to allow it to proliferate for ages without introduction from outsiders. Your Aunt Martha might very well be carrying it this minute after having walked into a room that held aerosolized noro-vomit spew from hours earlier. And now, she will track it into your kitchen. She will leave the mighty virus on your counter-top where it will easily be transmitted to your own abdominal tract, or that of your children.


The fight is futile.




It’s science, bitch. Not superstitious xenophobia, although judging by the comments over at Breitbart, or on my Facebook wall, you wouldn’t know that science is the mastermind behind the rise in California’s norovirus cases.


From Breitbart, an example of that illustrious analytical thinking and politicization of viral illness:




And from my Facebook wall, another gut-wrenching bit of xenophobic hysteria/superstition parading as discourse:




Immigration is a pertinent topic that deserves discussion and examination, rationally. It deserves lucidity. The fact that many anti-immigration denizens resort to such superstition and scientific illiteracy in order to engage in political catharsis for the sake of inflammatory dramatics does the dialogue damage.


It’s so difficult to address the issue of immigration into the United States when much of the conversation has been commandeered by imbeciles and sorcerers.


Other than marrying the Cuck, what did Colomba do to deserve this?


Donald’s great strength is that he draws others into doing his bidding. Even his antagonists.


He’s the Master Parasite and he’s an awesome bloodsucker.


Donald plants the kernels of dissent, he steps back, feigns ignorance, and meanwhile…the dialogue he planted has taken hold and begins its furious landlocked destruction while he steps back and smirks and tells everyone how fabulous (x vs. z) are.


It’s surprising how few have noted or boldly recognized this, other than Scott Adams. Donald Trump’s method is transparent and unabashed and that’s why he’s so well-loved.


Case in point: Colomba Bush


Donald has never alluded to her in a direct, demeaning reproach.


The worst thing he said about her was in July just a few weeks after he threw his hat in the Presidential ring, shortly after announcing that all Hispanic immigrants were rapists.


Of Colomba Bush, and Jeb’s marital justification, he ventured to say, “If my wife were from Mexico, I think I would have a soft spot for people from Mexico.”


Colomba, by all rights, appears to have avoided such histrionic spotlights, but that has not prevented the commentariat from pitching in its two cents regarding her intrusion on the American spotlight. I was reminded of this the other day when I read some comments regarding Jeb Bush and once again, for the 3,000th time, allusions to his wife’s “troll” moniker in response to her less than formidable presence.




The comment was such, but it is not unique. It is the norm.


Everywhere on the Trumpnet, the consensus jives: Jeb Bush is not only a loser because Donald trump is outpacing his every election move, but Donald Trump is winning because his offspring, and wife, are a superior phenotype to Bush’s baggage.



Colomba Bush
Colomba Bush


You know what? Perhaps this is true.
But it doesn’t disqualify Colomba’s relevance.


I have no problem joining in the Bash-Bush bandwagon. He is inept, emasculated and a useless harbinger of male society in the fledgling 21st Century.


How do we justify defining this by attractiveness level of their procreation mate?


Maybe we should. Maybe this tells us all we need to know about the outward, Alpha level of the candidate in question, and his net effectiveness.


Still, I feel horribly uncomfortable bagging on Colomba Bush.


Donald Trump has escaped doing so because he knows better. He planted a few xenophobic seeds and allowed his minions to carry the torch.  His minionship is easily steered by his aggressive gists.  He plants the easily accessible inference, and like Charles Manson, knows where his followers will carry that malignant torch.  After enough of the troll allusions, I finally decided to check out Colomba’s past.


It’s very…whatever. She is fond of the customary social causes, she came from the “other side of the tracks,” and like many introverted Mexicans, possesses a healthy level of isolated self-awareness and boldness not readily apparent to those who would shirk such foolishness. I’m convinced she does not adore the spotlight; her innate, ethnic humility tells her to stay home and tend to business instead of rubbing elbows. Still, she finds herself here, dodging the arrows of a nationalist horde that knows anger, not life.


No good can come of the persistent berating of such an apprehensive public figure.


Colomba has not earned the ire awarded her, and likewise, she has not attained the rewards available her inconvenient immersion in the public spotlight. The only person who can halt this misdirected humiliation and destruction of her character is Donald Trump. But he started it, and he is not about to let it go. Donald’s Trump’s greatest death is backtracking. Donald Trump’s specialty is repudiation by proxy. It’s time for him to let this one go and right the ship.  There is no more payoff..


Colomba does not deserve this.


American population control thanks to Diversions of Affluence.


Do I feel the slightest kernel of compassion for such moronic tragedies of failure? Hell no. I could pretend, and perhaps even shed a few crocodile tears, but the wonderful thing about maintaining an obscure blog is that I don’t really need to worry about appearances and niceties all that much.


Compassion for idiots who walk off 60-foot cliffs because their mugs are planted in the diversion of portable screens?


A man fell off a cliff to his death on Christmas day while apparently distracted by his cell phone.
Bill Bender with San Diego Lifeguards at Sunset Cliffs told NBC San Diego: ‘Witnesses stated seeing someone distracted by an electronic device and he just fell over the edge.
‘(He) wasn’t watching where he was walking, he was looking down at the device in his hands.’
He was declared dead at the scene, the television station reported.


Hell no. No compassion, whatsoever.


Look, if the smartest, most put-together members of American society (and this happened at Sunset Beach in San Diego which presumably tells us that this now-dead specimen was in fact part of this class) insist on culling their herd by not having children, indulging in aberrant counter-evolutionary affectations, and distracting themselves with idiot technologies while they walk of cliffs like technolemmings, fine with me.


Diversions of Affluence are the death of America. Those who can afford affluence today are those least likely to have held on to the survival mechanisms that helped this country prosper and bring us such…toys.


So long, Willie.


Aw damn, I loved Willie Nelson.


Willie Nelson, dead at 82.


Legendary country music star and pot enthusiast Willie Nelson was found dead today in his Maui home. He was 82 years old.

A groundskeeper scheduled to perform yard maintenance on Nelson’s property reportedly found the singer/songwriter unresponsive on the front lawn and immediately called 911.

This story is still developing and all information is not yet officially verified.



Godspeed, man. You were always a cowboy.



And even if you are alive, like you always are, I still love ya, man!



This is surely not true.


If it is, I’m about to find that bomb shelter now.  Mason jars, water, rice, beans, ammo.