North Of The Border
(yes, it’s Pearl Harbor Day. everybody else is speaking of it. nothing new for me to say.

Along about 1983 or so, I lived in Tucson. A work friend – both he and his wife – and I would get together for mini road trips. He drove an itty-bitty 4×4 pickup; I had a full size Jeep 4×4 pickup. As you can see, his truck wasn’t large enough for three people – especially since it was a manual tranny – so we went in two vehicles. His got great gas mileage but got stuck often. Mine got not even as good as lousy gas mileage but it would climb trees. It wasn’t unusual for me to pull his truck through rough spots. It wasn’t unusual for me to have to gas up every 40 miles when off-pavement.
In this photo, we’re travelling along the Mexican border – that fenceline heading off to the distance. We didn’t worry about cartels, or border agents, or two-legged coyotes then … though we were well armed. I can’t recall his name now – probably because I’m trying to – but he’s checking out the path ahead. The tracks faded along this little stretch and there was an arroyo cutting across mid-photo just before the tracks become visible again mid-right. As I recall, there was enough dirt along the fence that we could bull our way through to the other side of this section … with a little help from some chains as I pulled ahead of him and hauled him through not long after this photo.
I wouldn’t dream of doing this today.
He and his wife were both busted for stealing software from the company and I stayed away after that. I left that company not long after but I must not have left on bad terms because they asked me to come back some time later. I declined. Hindsight being what it is, perhaps that wasn’t the best decision I ever made …. but it was by far not the worst either.
Damn, I can’t recall his name …

You’ll be in the middle of some task, thinking intently about it, and then BOOM his name will appear out of nowhere. That sort of thing happens to me frequently. Now, I forget stuff 30 seconds after I remembered it.
Daughter#1 and her family live in Tucson. They’re on the northeast side of town, not far from Sabino Canyon. Its a nice area, but I’ve seen enough of Tucson to think that being in a nice area doesn’t offer much, if any, protection from the rougher parts of town. Having them in Tucson scares me to death. Personally, there are very, very few reasons for me to find myself south or west of the I-10, and never, ever off the pavement. The border area is practically lawless.
Speaking of Tucson and lawless. In 1964 my dad said, “Git your asses in the stationwagon, we’re going to Arizona.”, and all 5 of us kids did just that. My dad’s sister lived in Mesa/Tempe and he was in a “visitin'” mood. I was 9 and don’t remember the long ride, nor even the “visitin'” part. What I do remember was an excursion to Tucson and it was all set up Gunsmoke style. Remember Gunsmoke?
The next thing I know some shifless skonk get’s throwed out of the saloon and he picks hisself up off the durt, yanks his hawgleg and starts shootin’. Then another dood comes out and starts shootin’. Then a dood on the other side of the road breaks out a shotgun and starts pluggin’ people. Soon there’s a whole bunch of cowpokes in the fray, shootin’ and runnin’ and such horses, flyin’, and us kids are standing there with our mouths agape while my dad’s over there cursing at the little movie camera he brought along. Seems it picked right then to not work properly.
I also remember one evening my dad and mom and aunt and uncle got all dressed up (suit, tie, dresses, etc.) and went to a nightclub to see some new singer on the scene named Waylon Jennings. Shortly after he started getting popular.
Really, at this point in my life, the only reason I’d like to go to Arizona is to see the Grand Canyon with my own bare eyeballs. Yeah, I wanna stand right on the edge and see straight down 3000 feet, like I’ve seen on TV. And maybe grab a screaming assed Karen and throw her whiney ass over….
My only living immediate relative, my sister 2 years younger than me and lives in North Carolina, has all the home movies that were taken in the 50’s and 60’s and says she’s going to get them digitized and send me copies but she never does. After all this time I don’t know if I’d like to see them or not….I haven’t known any of them people for a very long time.
“Old Tucson” is the movie set/theme park west of Tucson proper. It’s not the same you’d remember from way back when …
Much of it burned in the mid-90s. The old steam engine – V&T’s Reno (“Joe Kidd”) – was damaged in the fire and rendered inoperable. I understand the engine has been moved back to the Nevada RR Museum in Carson City or maybe Virginia City.
The backdrop of Tucson Mtn is readily recognizable in many “western” TV shows and movies. (How did saguaro cactus end up in Wyoming???)
I’ve not been to Old Tucson since the 80s but the nearby Sonora Desert Museum is well worth a visit. Possibly the new Old Tucson as well but I can’t speak to that.
Took my midwestern (at the time) eyes 3 days before the immensity of the Canyon really sunk in. Hell’s Canyon on the Snake River is deeper but you can’t really see into the canyon; you need to take a boat ride and look up. GC is more visually impressive and accessible.
You can pick your friends but not your relatives.
An old one from my army days.
You can pick your friends and you can pick your nose but you can’t wipe your friends on the couch. (ducking)
“Thenkew veddy much, I’ll be here all week, try the glazed salmon, don’t forget to tip your server, g’night.”
The float trip through the Grand Canyon is beyond spectacular. The visits to the rim are excellent but the perspective from ‘inside’ is beyond description. Even though it takes 8 days minimum for the 215 miles or so.
Vox Sez:
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I agree and I’ll add epidemic level morbid obesity.
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Vaccines are flat-out evil. They are definitely the root cause of “crib death”, SIDS, and autism. I strongly suspect they are also the cause of all the food allergies, gluten problems, and intestinal disorders that have been on the increase over the last few decades. They’re not even remotely necessary and they kill far more children than they save. All of the stories about how they “combat disease” are completely false and have been conclusively proven to be false. They are far more harmful than the diseases they are supposed to prevent.
The optimal way to protect Western societies from infectious disease is to a) invest in sewage and waste disposal systems, b) protect the clean water supply, c) end mass immigration and d) restrict travel from countries that don’t do (a) and (b). That will actually work, because that’s what worked in the early 20th century.
https://voxday.net/2025/12/07/the-count-to-zero/
Coming to North Carolina
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Try again
This is the headline
Massive Hindu idol bigger than Statue of Liberty to be installed in North Carolina
Kick ’em out. Kick them ALL out.
https://www.lifesitenews.com/news/massive-hindu-idol-bigger-than-statue-of-liberty-to-be-installed-in-north-carolina/?utm_source=daily-usa-2025-12-06&utm_medium=email
Follow up to what is coming to North Carolina
Shariah Courts in America
We’re sleepwalking toward Britain’s outcome, or worse
Peter McIlvenna | The Washington Times | December 1, 2025
They are not coming. They are already here.
Across the United States, Islamic arbitration bodies quietly handle hundreds of family law cases each year — marriage, divorce, custody, inheritance — behind closed doors, with no transcripts, no appeals and no public oversight. All-male panels apply traditional Shariah rules to 21st-century American women and children.
The Islamic Tribunal of Dallas was founded in 2014 as a “volunteer mediation service.” By 2024, it was deciding roughly 300 cases annually in mosque back rooms and law offices. The panel of three or four male scholars, trained at institutions such as Al-Azhar and Omdurman, openly follows rules in which a woman’s testimony is worth half a man’s in financial and inheritance matters. Women report being pressured to accept religious divorces that strip them of their mahr (dowry) and leave them financially devastated.
Last month, Texas Gov. Greg Abbott launched a full investigation, calling it a “rival court system” that has no place in America. It was the first time a prominent U.S. official said publicly what critics had warned about for years.
The North American Islamic Trust owns title to 300 to 325 U.S. mosques, more than 11% of the U.S. total. When disputes arise inside those mosques — divorces, estates, leadership fights — local trust-affiliated imams become the de facto judges. There is no signed arbitration agreement, no neutral venue, no American lawyer reviewing decisions for compliance with U.S. law. Daughters routinely receive half the inheritance of their brothers, as prescribed in Surah An-Nisa. Wives are told that taking the case to a “kafir” (“infidel”) court is forbidden.
The real enforcement is social ostracism: loss of your family, your children’s place in the community, your entire support network. Because these rulings stay outside the Federal Arbitration Act, secular courts hardly ever see the paperwork — or the victims.
The Ismaili Conciliation and Arbitration Board was established in 1986 by the Aga Khan. It has a written constitution, trained mediators (some Western-educated lawyers) and public commitments to gender equality. Yet proceedings remain strictly confidential, rulings are never published, and former members, especially women in transnational marriages, describe being steered toward settlements far weaker than any U.S. family court would allow. The pressure is polite but relentless: Accept less or risk exile from the tight-knit global Ismaili community you were born into.
In 1982, Britain permitted its first Shariah council as a gesture of multicultural respect. Today, at least 85 such councils handle hundreds of cases yearly. More than 90% of cases are brought by women trapped in unregistered religious marriages who speak little English and fear their families. Inside the councils, they are told to return to abusive husbands, forfeit dowries or accept that their testimony is worth half that of a man.
A 2018 Home Office review finally acknowledged that these bodies operate as a parallel legal system, subjecting thousands of British women to medieval rules. Successive governments ignored the problem for decades; now, they are scrambling to regain control.
America is following the same script, only faster. Legal Muslim immigration to the U.S. has exceeded 100,000 annually for more than a decade, supplemented by illegal crossings and asylum claims. Every new mosque and enclave strengthens the infrastructure for private Islamic justice. The same soothing arguments that paralyzed Britain — “It’s voluntary” and “Secular courts are always available” — are repeated here by academics and interfaith groups.
Texas is the only state sounding the alarm this year. The rest of the country is sleepwalking toward the British outcome, or worse. Once entire neighborhoods effectively live under a parallel legal order that treats women as second-class citizens, reversing it peacefully becomes nearly impossible.
This is not fear mongering; it is pattern recognition. Britain waited 40 years and ended up with 85 Shariah councils. America has the same ingredients, faster demographic change and even less political will to act.
The parallel system is already growing. The only question left is whether we still have the courage to stop it before “voluntary” becomes permanent.
Muzzies don’t belong in this country. The belief systems are contradictory. Read that HolyTerror book sometimes known as the Quran (I have). This is not a religion of “peace”; it’s a religion of hate. Of us.
It’s getting on time to bring The Committees back to do the jobs the government refuses to do.
I best get down off this soapbox. Muzzies, tranzies, and damnedocraps. Gets my blood pressure up.