>>> WRITTEN THIS MORNING IN A HOTEL WITHOUT WIFI -- currently, I am in a hotel WITH wifi -- awaiting diagnosis of my Pontiac Vibe. That model was NEVER sold in Mexico, so NO PARTS specific to it in this country, new, and alternator might have to be air-shipped over a few days. Already, the battery and fuel pump were replaced -- they being generic.
NO TELLING when I might make it to the USA.
At the moment it is 7:33 AM, and I am
on the outskirts of Guadalajara in an Economica Hotel (o similar). I left Puerto
Vallarta at 11:00 AM, Thursday, but my battery went bad, and I just got 500
feet short of a mechanic’s business – before the gasoline pump went all
kaflooie too. So it was too late to get the parts delivered before this morning
at 11:00, and the car should be ready by noon. (It was -- but I drove eight miles and the battery light came back on, so now the car is at a GM dealer's.)
And humble as the man’s shop may be, he DID have a device to plug into my car’s computer to get that reading as well, and it will all set me back about $220.00 USD. This has given me the opportunity to see how MODERN and well-kept Guadalajara’s city buses are (and even the cobbled streets here are WELL MAINTAINED) – the OPPOSITE of Puerto Vallarta, where taxes go into the pockets of CIA Drug Mafia politicians.
Topping THAT is the fact that in Guadalajara, THERE IS NO TRASH CAN IN THE BATHROOM – not a sign of cheapness so much as an OK to flush toilet paper. In the ENTIRE country of Mexico, probably the result of some Senora, wadding up half a roll of toilet paper, just to wipe the pee drops off her tinkle and surrounding hair-muff.
YOU have seen this, I have seen this. Bitches just be BITCHES – and they REFUSE TO ADMIT THE TRUTH, then spread the rumor countrywide that TP clogs the exit pipes, so PUT IT IN THE TRASH!!!
Such a SANITARY IDEA, no???
Not so PRETTY in a country that is HOME to Montezuma’s Revenge – but like Peking Duck, the Revenge keeps the old, ignorant Gringo misnaming – in this case of Rey (King) Moctezuma II. Puerto Vallarta advertises that its waste treatment plant can handle EIGHT TIMES today’s demand – but everyone trashes the soiled TP. This is as RIDICULOUS as people in New York City drinking bottled water ONLY to waste plastic bottles that there are too many of to actually recycle, but ONE-PERCENTER PIGS make sure you feel better when you recycle plastic, although it just goes into landfills, mostly.
New York City’s municipal water has ALWAYS been judged of the highest quality, but LIBERALS and TRENDIES, especially, would rather trash the planet with wasted plastic. Liberals DESERVE the hottest Hell (because they KNOW better)!!!
>>> SO IN THE MATTER OF
DISPOSING OF MY TOO-BIG/TOO MUCH POSSESSIONS:
I DID hock the giant TV, but the
Senora at Bazar Las Gaviotas, Viena 147 Col. La Vena, Pto. Vallarta, (322)
224-1607, who had sold me many things before I met Beto, is also a friend of
his, which I learned when he took me to buy a used mattress from her. And she
FAILED to make TWO appointments to buy my TV, bed, refrigerator, and some other
significant items, so I gave them to my neighbors – Beto’s cousins. And in that
process, I learned:
1. One wife started CRYING when I gave
her the sofa – because now her father will have something SOFTER than his pad
on the floor to sleep on.
2. The other one said now her three
children can all pile into my king-size bed.
3. One offered me 1,000 pesos ($64.00
USD), for the refrigerator, but said she could only get it at 4:00 PM – which
means within a week or two – and when she said she only had an ice chest to use
– I IMMEDIATELY gave it to her. I had been up to their apartments, but never
looked in, except to see NOT MUCH – except giant crucifixes. In the end they
STRIPPED my house of everything of value – and it was MY PLEASURE to see their
honest delight!!!
4. One of the teen-aged sons actually
FOUND my iPod Maximus (or whatever the souped-up kind is called). Its battery is
DEAD and being Apple, that means it is
trash. So Martin Jacobo did NOT steal it – but the old laptop never showed up –
and he DID steal also most of my hand tools, so I had to buy some to
disassemble things.
In the end, it was all kissy-face with
the two wives – and because the kids like cats (and I had a three-month supply
of cat food from Costco left – they now are their custodians). My cats eat more
wildlife in summer and barely touch the dry food, anyway.
BUT THIS IS THE BEST PART: I KNEW that
no one I knew would GET THE BEAUTY of MY JOY to so effectively help some people
with little means – than my MOTHER, Ruth Anne Kenan of Raleigh, North Carolina
– (Mom DOES have some “GOOD Catholic” parts).
And my JOY at making them happy was EXPONENTIALLY-multiplied, because I
have been homeless and at least “Gringo-broke”, for over five years, now. And I DID leave the keys where I promised
Beto I would leave them, but decided NOT to call or text him that I’m now gone,
as he’d asked. I want his relatives to OWN my stuff a few days before he comes
over and tries to TAKE IT from them, claiming he has rights to it – I KNOW how
the Catholic faction of the CIA Drug Mafia OPERATES!!!
>>> ANOTHER EXPERIENCE OF
NOTE is that I was called over to a HUGE dump truck with four guys in their
thirties on the bench in front – and two teenagers atop a full load of sand.
Half of them had grown up in the USA – before being deported – and were fluent
in English and when one asked me what I thought of Mexican Senoritas, I said
they LOOK good – but I am gay!!!
Peals of laughter – I’ve said similar
to all kinds of Mexicans and they ALWAYS crack up and offer me a GAY FRIEND to
have sex with. And yesterday, it was the handsome guy closest to me, although
two of the others were shirtless, no I naturally was looking more their way,
and the driver being the most animated, leaned so far over to kid us, that I
stuck out my tongue and pretended to lick his chocolate nipple and surrounding
brown hot-flesh. This REALLY got the truck into rollicking laughter (and I’m
no longer in the mood just for sex for itself, so declined).
And as this hotel has run out of
coffee, I will now get some to WAKE UP at a restaurant nearby. I never sleep
well the first night out of my own bed, but got at least six hours – enough.
Scott
Scott Kenan shared a link from Randall Kenan
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