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There is nothing like a week of rain, clouds, and fog to give me an appreciation for a sunny day. Yes, a week. That’s what it takes to drive New Mexicans to despair. The world of the Oregon coast, where cloudy skies are the default nine months of the year, is a distant memory for me.

But I didn’t come here to talk about the weather. I haven’t been around much in the Jetpack app, except to accidentally put a post in drafts, which meant I had to republish it. That almost qualifies as writing a post. I have a way of messing up everything I touch. I didn’t come here to be self-pitying, either. To be honest, I’ve come to terms with being a clutz. I have a good heart and intentions…. Sorry, I couldn’t quite manage that with a straight face.

Believe it or not, I came here to give a brief word about politics. Texas is trying to secure its border with no help from the feds. Numerous state governors have vowed to support Texas. Guess which way New Mexico’s governor has gone? Of course, she does not support Texas.

Let’s put this into perspective: New Mexico has the highest crime rate of all states in the nation. New Mexico does not value lawfulness and order; New Mexico values crime, poverty, and abortion. That is the kind of state that will not support Texas. This matters because we are a border state. For obvious reasons, our opinion matters more than a distant state that doesn’t have to cope directly with problems along the border. We have problems, big ones, but we will not support law and order.

One reason I’ve always laughed in idealists’ faces when they’ve waxed on about how we need to be a socialist country like Sweden or France is that our federal government botches everything they touch. They are one of the most inept bureaucracies in the world. Why would we want them to take further control over our welfare? This country is also much larger and more diverse than European nations and all their supposedly wonderful systems. By the way, massive immigration is destroying nations like Sweden, but don’t tell the idealists. They won’t appreciate that. Most don’t believe in borders, anyway, seeing them as arbitrary lines drawn on a map.

We have a giant country, the farthest reaches of which have no hope of getting reasonable help from the distant geriatric feds. But unfortunately, distance and incompetence are not what’s driving them in their desire for open borders. It is absolute wickedness and corruption. Biden doesn’t want law and order, just as Lujan-Grisham doesn’t want law and order.

I was talking to a recently retired border patrol officer the other day. When he first worked border patrol, the average decent men they would catch coming illegally across the border were truly looking for work. They were prideful, in fact, and didn’t want handouts. It was the policy of the border patrol to give them food and water, but these men refused it–even if they hadn’t eaten for a week–unless they could work in exchange. So, said officer would give them jobs to do to protect their dignity. He was also turned in by supposed humanitarians who would witness this and wrongly believe he was using the immigrants as unpaid labor.

Over the years, there was a shift in attitude he encountered, in which the average people coming across the border became entitled, demanding to be given free services and not just food and water. Humanitarians love entitlement; I’m not sure why. Maybe they perceive it as people standing up for themselves.

One man’s anecdote is obviously not the entire picture, but I think we can recognize that entitlement is part of the modern zeitgeist, and, in fact, is why we see so much blatant evil in political figures. They feel entitled to graft; they feel entitled to the bodies of other people’s children. It’s hard to fathom this kind of entitlement. But it’s there and glaringly obvious. It’s baked somewhere in our culture because we are the number one country that is on the receiving end of human trafficking. We are the receivers because the most entitled amongst us are demanding it.

The average Joe coming across the border these days might be entitled, but our own entitled have reached a level of wickedness that far surpasses them. We should shut down our borders to starve our own of their supply.

With all that being said, I think it’s time I made a run for the border myself. That was a swift change of subject. I was thinking about the state of Pueblo. But did you know it rains a lot there? It has an overall temperate climate, not that different from the Oregon coast….

Sometimes, leaving a toxic state of affairs instead of staying and fighting is the best possible answer. The funny thing is it’s a growing trend for Americans, and now Mexico is faced with a threat to their culture and language and… And they don’t really like it. They are getting it from both ends, though: immigrants from the south and now the north. Borders really are arbitrary unless you are willing to fight for them.

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It’s been a long and crazy journey arriving at this point. I started this book on 11/11/22 and finally published on 12/21/23. At least, I’ve managed to publish the ebook. I’m still waiting on a proof of the print version; that publishing date is 01/10/24.

I really poured my heart into this book. It’s a little dark thematically, but it’s also goofy and filled with hope and second chances. I want you to walk away with warmth in your heart and tears in your eyes. I’m not joking. Of course, the book has jokes. There are comical moments that made me laugh even after reading them 10,000 times. If those parts don’t make you laugh….well, there’s no accounting for one’s sense of humor. Or lack thereof.

Life is a matter of laughing or crying. There’s no avoiding it unless you are the type to pretend humans are robots. But, gosh, people, even sci fi’s most beloved robots are almost human. That is, they toy with the idea of feelings and other intangibles, such as love, envy, or loneliness.

I used to be lonely. Now, I want to shed tears because I have a community here in Roswell of kind people who seem to see my heart more than anyone has in years. This past week–which has been exhausting–I’ve been called sunshine and sunny multiple times. Weird, considering the stress has caused my face to break out and my eyes to look a little pale and watery. It’s definitely not for my haggard appearance, in other words.

Humans need affirmation, love, and someone to truly see who they are every once in a while. No, these aren’t needs like oxygen. They are emotional and psychological needs. I hope to give that to people at my job and in my books.

Last year was Year of the Accordion…for me, anyway. Who am I fooling? Every year is the year of the accordion.

But 2024 is going to be different from every other year. I’m not sure why yet. It just will be.

Here’s to the best year, upcoming, starting tomorrow!

Yes, the world might be crazy. Wars and bad weather and drug addicts are devastating, disturbing, and heartbreaking (respectively). But my hope for the future is in God. Whatever happens, he is with me. The Good Shepherd is guiding me.

Roswell, NM is, for unknown reasons, the pasture Jesus led me to almost nine years ago. I’m just as confused as you are.

But I repeat: here’s to the best year, starting tomorrow!!

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And here is my New Year song, and what I had to say about it on YouTube:

I always take a New Year song that is supposed to inspire me throughout the coming year. It used to be whatever was playing on the radio when midnight rolled over. Now, it’s whatever pops up first on my feed. This was it. A ridiculously romantic song by Los Dos Carnales y Los Farmerz. I made a joke about King Solomon sending his hundreds of wives flowers to keep them happy in today’s video. That was after claiming the Song of Solomon was not even remotely romantic because there’s no way one man can make hundreds of wives feel loved. This song flips my idea around: “Tuve que reflexionar compraré mil rosas / Y un ramo buchón con billetes y toda la cosa / Hacerte feliz me importa…” I guess irony will be my inspiration for the coming year. This could get interesting.

I’m posting this link because when I make Google searches on my name — yes, I really do want to see what pops up first — an ancient YouTube channel is numero uno, unfortunately. I can’t get rid of it. I don’t know the email address that was used to start it. For the past twenty years, I’ve had the same email addresses; I must have used someone else’s…which is bizarre, but not unthinkable. That channel was a collaboration with one of my children, who, I’m sure, does not wish to be named. I stopped posting content due to the turn towards mockery the videos took. My fault. I always meant to change the theme but dropped it instead. I’m pleased that only two videos were posted. Still, after all these years, it comes first in a Google search. I really wish there was a way to nuke it.

Here is my current channel: Jill Domschot YouTube . Please subscribe and like my videos, obviously. Also, if you’d like to join a livestream, let me know in the comments. Livestreams are preferable, in my opinion, unless there’s nobody there to talk to.