Monkeypox is a rare, usually mild infection, typically caught from infected wild animals in parts of Africa. It was first discovered in 1958 when two outbreaks of a pox-like disease occurred in colonies of monkeys kept for research, hence the name ‘monkeypox.’
The first human case of monkeypox was recorded in 1970 in the Democratic Republic of Congo during a period of intensified effort to eliminate smallpox. Since then, monkeypox has been reported in humans in other central and western African countries. More recently, the same purveyors of the COVID-19 pandemic (Big Pharma, Big Media, Big Government, World Economic Forum, World Health Organization…) are pursuing another run of propaganda for profit and control.
Monkeypox typically begins with a flu-like illness. It usually takes between five to 21 days for the first symptoms to appear, if someone gets infected with monkeypox. Symptoms of this disease usually include a fever, a headache, muscle aches, backache, swollen glands, shivering and exhaustion.
After the appearance of fever, within 1 to 3 days or sometimes even longer than that, the patient develops a rash, often beginning on the face and then spreading to other parts of the body.
A city slicker from Austin rode his horse into Bandera, the Cowboy Capital of the World, and stopped at a saloon for a drink. Unfortunately, the local wranglers always had a habit of picking on strangers, especially from Austin. When he finished his drink, he found his horse had been stolen.
He goes back into the bar, handily flips his gun into the air, catches it above his head without even looking and fires a shot into the ceiling.
“WHICH ONE OF YOU SIDEWINDERS STOLE MY HORSE?” he yelled with surprising forcefulness. No one answered.
“ALL RIGHT, I’M GONNA HAVE ANOTHER BEER, AND IF MY HOSS AIN’T BACK OUTSIDE BY THE TIME I FINNISH, I’M GONNA DO WHAT I DUN IN SAN MARCOS! AND I DON’T LIKE TO HAVE TO DO WHAT I DUN IN SAN MARCOS!”
Some of the locals shifted restlessly. He had another beer, walked outside, and his horse is back! He saddles-up and starts to ride out of town. The bartender wanders out of the bar and asks, “Say partner, before you go…what happened in San Marcos?”
The cowboy turned back and said, “I had to walk home.”
In June 2022, down in Texas, a Mexican-born Republican Hispanic woman, Mayra Flores, won a special election to replace a Democrat who retired early. It’s becoming more common.
Many Hispanic Texans firmly believe Democrats stole the 2020 election from President Donald Trump. After all, one of the most surprising outcomes that defend this thought was the very high Hispanic support nationwide for Trump.
This historic political phenomenon is in spite of mainstream media mockingbirding the Democrat Party playbook narratives: “Trump is racist, his immigration policy expanded holding children in cages and separating them from parents.”
Especially on the southern Texas border, Mexican-Americans know the truth. They lived the horrors of the Obama-Biden-Pelosi immigration strategies. It is not the propaganda version portrayed in media. They see through the lies. By now, all Americans should understand this.
HUMOR UNITES US
“Have a joke and a smile…” my childhood friend Rene says as we bump fists and laugh at the world.
“…in perfect harmony,” I respond with a grin.
Having grown up in south San Antonio, Dodie and I were blessed to be immersed in the Mexican culture. Through the years, our friends and relatives have shared a smart sense of humor, knowing it helps us build resilience to stress and improve our overall physical and emotional health.
Humor bonds us. We look at things in a different way than what’s being spoon-fed by media and indoctrination. It is what keeps our relationships strong. It unites.
With the stolen 2020 election and politics rapidly going even more dangerously corrupt, one of the more passionate trends shared is THE MEXICAN WORD OF THE DAY memes and jokes.
These are far more than just jokes. Many use them as a coping mechanism. Yes, it bonds and unites our blended cultures.
While President Donald J. Trump was in office and things were going well for farmers and ranchers, legendary calf roper Tex Kent decided it was finally time for a new truck.
The 20-year-old truck he had patched and repaired for the past 10 years was so well used that his sweet wife finally refused to ride in it with him to town. Since it had been some time since he had bought a truck, the rancher contacted a friend, of a friend, of a friend that worked at a big city dealership.
Kent called the truck dealer to find out he could get a basic new truck for around $30,000. He deciphered his return on investment and payment amounts with his banker and decided he would drive in to the city the next week to select a new pickup that his sweet wife would be proud to ride in.
Kent arrived at the dealership to meet the salesman that was refered to him by his friends’, friend’s, friend.
“So what type of truck do you need?” the dealer asked as he shook his hand.
Kent replied, “Just a basic ranch truck, nothing too fancy.”
The salesman then started asking some questions, “Do you need four-wheel-drive? Do you need a 3/4 ton truck to pull your trailer? Do you want an automatic transmission? Do you want air-conditioning? Do you need a towing package and a grill guard? Do you want oversized trailer mirrors? Do you need a tool-box for your tools? Do you need floor mats for your muddy feet? Do you want a king-cab so you can keep your records, receipts, and coat clean and dry?
Kent pulled out his red bandana, wiped his brow, then blowed his nose and interrupted, “Sir these are all things a rancher needs on a basic ranch work truck!‘
The salesman replied, “Well they may be standard to you, but they aren’t to Ford Motor Company.”
Their discussion about what was needed on a basic ranch truck went on for several more minutes and finally the salesman said, “I have three trucks on the lot that are just what you need. Do you want a white one, a blue one, or a brown one?”
Cowboy Kent replied, “I don’t really care that much, but I don’t think I want brown, and the white one will show all of the mud and dirt, so I will go with the red one.”
The salesman said, “Ok Let’s take it for a test drive.”
While out on the test drive the salesman said, “You know I would really like to have 10 or 12 cows myself. What does a basic cow sell for these days?’
Kent scratched his head and replied well cows are sort of like trucks, an average cow, or the basic model as you might call them, sells for around $1,000.”
Kent really enjoyed the test drive and the visit with his new acquaintance. Everything was fine until they got back to the dealership to fill out the paperwork. He started signing sheet after sheet and finally asked, “So what is the total cost of this truck?
The sales man replied, “$44,860”
“What?” Kent pulled out his bandana again, wiped his brow but didn’t bother with his nose, “I thought the basic truck sold for around $30,000?”
The salesman replied, “Well we added considerable extras to the basic model, 4×4, automatic transmission, air-conditioning, 3/4 ton suspension, heavy-duty breaks and cooling, extra-large mirrors, toolbox, heavy duty towing package, and floor mats.”
Well, Kent was not at all happy. He felt that he had been mislead, but he had already invested a day, really liked the truck, and wanted to please his wife, so he bought it.
About a year later, after Biden had swindled his way into office and the price of gas, ranching, and food had skyrocketed, the salesman called Kent up to see how he liked his truck, and then asked if he had any cows for sale?
Kent pulled his MAGA cap off, wiped his brow and got a twinkle in his eye. It was payback time. He replied, “Sure I have some cows for sale. Come take a look at them later this week.”
The salesman really enjoyed riding through the pasture with Kent in his nice truck looking at various cows. He was as tickled as he had finally saved up enough to live out his childhood dream of being a real cowboy. He told Kent, “I’ll take 10 of them!”
Kent, had noticed the car dealer was wearing a blue “Build Back Better” cap and figured this city slicker was a Democrat. He looked the liberal in the eye and said,”Ok that will be $44,860!”
The salesman said, “What? I thought that cows sold for $1,000?”
Kent replied, “That was for the basic model, these cows come with considerable extras!” And he handed the salesman the following sheet that he had his sweet wife make up the night before on their home computer:
Basic Cow with Options
🔹Basic cow $999
🔹Shipping and handling $85
🔹Self-propelled, auto-steer forage finder $969
🔹Extra-large capacity stomach $379
🔹Genuine cowhide upholstery $179
🔹Two tone exterior $142
🔹Heavy duty forage choppers $189
🔹Four spigot/high-output milk system $159
🔹Automatic fly-swatter $88
🔹Automatic fertilizer attachment $139
🔹4 x 4 traction drive assembly $884
🔹Ranch brand leather-work $69
🔹Rancher’s Suggested List Price $4,286
🔹Ownership Transfer fee: $200
Total Price: (Including options)$4,486
“For ten basic cows,” Kent smiles. “That adds up to $44,860.”
Knowing I’m an advid autograph collector, my mother, Geraldine Dennis was always on the lookout and obtained several signatures for me.
In April 1969, she took me to a Tom Jones concert with my cousins Carolyn Sanders Gerland and James Johnson at the Hemisfair Arena in San Antonio, Texas. Gladys Knight and the Pips and comedian Norm Crosby also appeared.
They performed on a stage, in the center of the arena, with an amazing orchestra on one side. I was only 13 and the entire show was incredible. Tom Jones sang such hits as “It’s Not Unusual,” “Delilah,” and “Help Yourself.”
I was mesmerized by the strength in his voice and boldness of his showmanship. (It would be three years later, in April 1972, when I would see Elvis Presley for the first time at that same arena…and up until that concert, never did I believe Tom Jones could be beat. LOL.)
For years Mom would laugh and say, “When I die I want to come back reincarnated as a gospel backup singer so I can stand behind Tom Jones and watch him work on stage.”
She meant it.
On her 50th birthday we took her to the Magic Time Machine restaurant. It first opened in 1973, the year I graduated from high school, and continues to be a fun favorite in San Antonio.
The Time Machine is like no other restaurant I’ve ever seen, with no two seating areas alike. In San Antonio, you can sit at the Sweethearts Table, in The Attic, a Thatched Hut or even an old Refrigerator. Mom loved the salad bar, a shiny red 1952 MG-TD Roadster modified to serve as a soup and salad vegetables.
“The thing that sets The Magic Time Machine apart is our zany cast of characters who transport our guests into another point in time,” their website bills themselves. “Our servers dress in costumes representing popular pop culture icons from the past, present, and future. The entertainment comes from the humorous interaction with your server in a family friendly environment. Pirate or Princess? Hero or Villain? We have characters for every occasion and group. At The Magic Time Machine, ‘Laughing Aloud is Allowed’!”
It was a fun night that January 17, 1988. Elvis was in the house and Mom told her friends Wayne and Betty Lewis, “I wished Tom Jones would make an appearance too” and explained her reincarnation wish.
We had great laughs but it was especially joyful to see her open my present to her—an 8×10″ glossy personally autographed picture of Tom Jones. The smile and happy tears on her face endure in my thoughts even today.
I took mom to see Tom Jones two more times (she had even seen him in Las Vegas) both in San Antonio’s Majestic Theater and the Laurie Auditorium. Each time she repeated her reincarnation wish–“gospel singer behind Tom Jones.”
When Mom died in September 2006, the funeral at First Baptist Church in Boerne, Texas was full. My sister Bobbi Shipman and I both addressed our dear family and friends, some we hadn’t seen in decades. Of course, there was great emotion and sadness.
To end it all, a gospel group from a Black San Antonio church led by Janet Givens (she has sang to royalty and backed up Michael Bolton) practically blew the stained glass windows out of the church with their songs. They concluded with “Oh Happy Day!”
Mom’s funeral was appropriately uplifting…just like her.
I imagine that as Sir Tom Jones celebrates his 82nd birthday here on Earth June 7th, Mom will be wishing him good will and happiness from Heaven–and looking at his behind.
Hunter Biden’s daddy, the “Big Guy,” has a history of cheating. Through plagiarism in college, back door deals in New Jersey, voter and ballot fraud, money laundering kick backs with foreign entities, Joe Biden has always been a low class political swindler.
Here’s a satirical look at Biden and his pals as seen through the eyes of millions via social media memes.