We have returned from our Mexican paradise after three short months to a rainy Victoria and the bosom of my club, the home of homes.
Category: Major’s Corner (Page 3 of 32)
Sometimes the political correctness of this world gets me down, and it seems a less amusing place. I know, I know, we must not make fun of the unfortunate or the different, but we are now afraid to say anything about anything except white males, which is encouraged through a nodding media.
The weeks go by here in paradise beautifully for all of us except the cats. They absolutely hate Puerto Vallarta.
A few months ago on a Wednesday, I took my place at my bay window roost as the club clock chimed 10. Comfortably slouched in my green wingback chair, I leaned forward and nodded at the first mem in the usual queue.
Some of my readers will recall that I have always been interested in man’s inhumanity to man, especially when it comes to religion. For eons after having a chat with the fashionable “God” of the moment, some man with a beard waves a finger at a group of people and says: “They are all to be killed.”