Spectator Sport

          Subtitled:

Score One For The Old Guys

Speaking of hugs, as I was in my last blog, in the wee early morning hours of today, I am reminded of something warm that happened yesterday.  Right behind my favorite picnic table, off out of the way of often celebratory activity at the rest of them, at the local park where I like to get some reading in in the late afternoon sun is a makeshift playing field, with trash bins for the goal markers, where a bunch of guys - almost all Hispanics, with an occasional black or white face amongst them (though not for some years, I notice) -  are wont to play soccer.  Every weekday (except Fridays; for whatever reason) there they are, congregating some time after 6 o’clock in the long summer afternoons, and playing until it starts to get dark.  Usually about eight to a side, but if fewer show up of the afternoon, they play on a smaller ‘pitch’ adjacent to the main one that they favor.

Among them is an old man.  Or at least to say, older than the rest of them.  I have noticed him.  He is invariably the first of ‘them’ to show up,  Gently practicing footwork with a ball until he has someone to start kicking the ball with, in warmup.  

I found out a little about him some years back.  I had had to sit at a different table, as ‘mine’ was taken, and it was used by one of them to change into his playing shoes.  We got talking, amiably, and I asked him how they ‘worked’ it as to their numbers: Did they decide amongst them which days to show up?   No, was the answer; just whoever shows up.  He then pointed out the older guy, and said that he had been coming for - get this - twenty years.  

Imagine.

It was obvious that they respected the guy, although I noticed that often he would be assigned to be the goalie for his side; his teammates perhaps concerned for his health, but also possibly for his being slower than the rest of them, and not as able to ‘engage’.  They could really mix it up between them.  I have been impressed with the quality of play that they get up to.  And if one of them is taken down, in the interplay, invariably he is helped up by the ‘offending’ player.  All in good fun.

So, yesterday.  I was engrossed in my reading at the time when a cheer went up behind me.  A big one.  I turned to look, having just missed the special occasion that the old guy had just scored a goal!         

He was tickled pink at his feat, and showed it by running around to each of his side’s players for a high five or a hug.  And a special one for their goalie, down at the other end of the action.  I wondered: Did that guy volunteer to play goalie, so that the old guy could mix it up with the other guys???  I found myself liking to think so.  A nice scene.

But observing all this, I found myself also wondering - perhaps a bit too suspiciously; but you can never tell, these pre-revolutionary days - what would happen if a Der Tag were called, and these Hispanics rose up against ‘the gringo,’ and started rounding us whites up and shipping us off to the FEMA camps that are already spotted inconspicuously around the country.  Complete with guillotines, it is rumored.  The camps more death camps than ‘re-education’ camps.  Aka the ‘fun camps’ that Hillary mentioned during the campaign that the Deplorables might have to be, er, assigned to, once she/they won the elections.  

‘They.’  The satanists (at the least in spirit, if not strictly in religion) that are trying to take over not only this country, but the world.

In their last push for such ascendency.  

Before they are taken

down.

Decisively.  And even

permanently, this time - and Time - around.

But in the meantime,

let’s hear it for

the old guys.

But, one wonders:

What do all these Hispanics do.  In their day jobs.  In this country?

Our, country??

Which obviously also has many good Hispanics as fellow American citizens.  Who resent, as much as the whites, and other Americans, the flooding into the country of illegal aliens.  (With all the more severe criminals who are flooding in amongst them.)  Having come here through the front door; and wanting to be considered good Americans just like the rest of us in the country???

I remember some years ago, now - during the Obama (illegal) administration, as it so happened to be - walking back home from the Main Library in downtown Long Beach one early evening and passing a young black guy at a street corner who had made a rough sign attesting to his grievance.  It said words to the effect that he, an American citizen, with limited work skills but a willing heart, couldn’t find a job, because of all of the ILLEGAL ALIENS in the town.  My heart went out to the guy.

He was right.

That situation has turned around considerably, under President Trump.

One of us Deplorables.

And we Americans are left to wonder, about all the Hispanics amongst us:

Are they going to be set upon us, by their leaders, as things come to a head in this country???…

But in the meantime

let’s hear it for

the old guys.

   

Who are still in there.

To be counted on.

When it comes

right down

to 

it.

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P.S. I see that at least a number of Democrat-run ‘sanctuary cities’ are mounting a campaign of insurrection against the federal government doing its national-security thing, to deport illegal aliens.

Enough with the crocodile tears.  I think we all understand that the Democrats would not be acting in the way they are regarding the illegal aliens in this country and flooding over our southern border I(with even further criminals slipping in amongst their numbers) if they were likely Republican voters.  How quickly they would change their tune then.  They might even ardently espouse Law and Order.  Although that doesn’t seem to be in their DNA, judging by the way they treat the Constitution.  It is "a mere thing of wax" (in the warning words of Thomas Jefferson) to them, to be manipulated at will.  Supported when it suits them, and ignored - played semantically with - when it doesn’t.

Hypocrites, all  Or at least, most of them.  There may still be some good old Democrats amongst them.  Of the two-party kind.  Not the Bolsheviki one-party, single-player rulers amongst them, who have taken over the former party of the likes of Jefferson and Jackson.  Why don’t they be honest, and put up big pictures of Marx and Lenin at their gatherings???  The Marxists have taken over their party.

There is only one thing to do with them.  Well; one nonviolent thing.

Throw them out of office.

After, of course, the electoral system is cleaned up. 

Root and branch.

Root, and branch.

A total clean-up.

 

And long overdue.

I have been disenfranchised long enough.  It's time for

The Big Sweep.