N’est-ce pas magnifique?
They call it Los Zacatitos and for the time being, I live here. But it’s really just an American suburb in Mexico, operating exactly the same as any uppity white suburb in any upper-crusty part of the U.S., Facebook Group and all.
I’ll save all the reasons for my imminent departure for a subsequent and final post on this life-chapter; but for this installment, it’s simply time to shine a light on hypocrisy. In a discussion with a fellow intellectual traveler the other day, discussing various means of bringing social pressure to bear, he wrote very succinctly:
The universe is about the message, not the messenger.
So, to be intellectually consistent, unwilling to live in cognitive dissonance, one ought strive to discern the true message emanating from messengers, rather than focus on the messengers. One way to focus on messages rather than messengers is to identify what principle or set thereof are implied or explicit in messages. In that way, one understands that it matters not a whit whether it’s Charles Manson or President Obama that says it’s wrong to kill young blond movie stars in Hollywood’s Hills by means of personality cult. The message is that murder is wrong, the operative principle being non-initiation of violence.
Turning to Zacatitos and its messengers, I’m a messenger that rubs a lot of people the wrong way, which is often my express intent, because it tends to get my messages delivered through the signal to banality ratio. See, I only care about important messages that get other messengers to think, toughen up, smarten up, wise up, independent up, original-think up, etc. I was told upon arrival here that Zacatitos is 300 Black Sheep. I wish that were true. It’s not even close. Yea, there’s a few black sheep here I know. I adore them all.
I’ll express my message in this post about my blindsided assault and battery at the hands of a popular resident like this:
No matter how much you loath and hate me (I don’t care; love & hate messages are equally useful), and no matter how much you love and adore Tim Mullen, it is deplorable that he would initiate violence against me (or anyone), and is also cowardly for doing so surreptitiously.
Now, there’s been a number of comments and Likes on the FB group concerning me in the aftermath of the assault and my reportage. Let’s see if even one single message amongst the 500 Zacatitos Messengers manages to discern the above message and integrate its underlying principles.
Rebecca O’Keefe Meixner thinks the message is that I, the messenger, am gay, and that’s somehow relevant.
A minute later, forgetting it had already gone out to me by email notification, she saw the ironic error of her ways—given the current political climate I’m sure—and decided it was better to insult babies than gay men, so she deleted that and replaced it with this.
Brook Intheatticstudio decided to be a little more subtile in insulting gay men.
Rebecca O’Keefe Meixner Likes this
Christopher David Lake and Neil Henderson, owner of Equus Productions, Like this
Undaunted with me pointing out that this is outright suborning violence, a crybaby gif…
Christopher David Lake Likes this too
He stopped commenting further, once I asked a pointed question.
But I’m curious about something. I highly doubt you’re the kinda person—living over the hill from my San Jose place, in Santa Cruz, CA—that would ask a female who was assaulted or raped while walking alone at night or while “dressed to kill,” if she effed up, learned any lessons. If I’m right and you aren’t, why such difficulty applying the principle of non-violence across the board, irrespective of gender, and I’m supposed to just suck it up? Or, is it that you either don’t understand, or are ignorant of the as-yet undisputed facts?
Shrimp Boat Deli Snugglerscoveresort has yet to clarify the underlying principle of her message for me.
Christopher David Lake Likes everything
Incidentally, when someone uses the word “community” or “society” with me in a collective sense, I hold onto my wallet with one hand, and my brain with the other. Then I ask, whose community? Whose society? My communities or societies are the small collection of folks—always less than Dunbar’s Number in total—with whom I have enough common affinity of values that exchange to mutual benefit is possible. It’s not determined by physical proximity, nationalism, arbitrary borders, laws or regulations, nor religious institutions. Someone on the other side of the world could be a member of my community, while my next-door-neighbor is not.
In other news, Some of the women of Zacatitos want me gone so badly that they’ll post to that effect on my landlord’s FB post asking for assistance in renting the house. While this isn’t exactly blaming me for the assault, telling me to suck it up, or insulting other groups by association (gays, babies), one would think, given the facts and events, someone might say something like this, so people don’t think one is actually condoning violence because of the messenger’s style in getting out messages: ‘while I don’t condone the violence undertaken here, I think Richard is a polarizing figure and it’s best he’s leaving,’ or hell, even: ‘I hate violence and Richard.’
However, I don’t think this rises to the level of typing their names or linking their profiles for search engines, so these are just images. For an example, Google Justin Blok, who, after putting down the weed for long enough to notice, realized he was in my grinder for his life and beyond my own (this blog is insured for perpetual presence). He’s been trying to get through for a day, employing every wrong way imaginable. Haven’t read a single one. He’s into the shit summarily. Once it’s published, it’s as far into forever as I’ve made provision for.
Guess which guy with a 3-word name Likes both.
This has got to be my favorite, though.
Yep, 3-word-name guy Likes this one too
For me, it’s reminiscent of a section from Ayn Rand’s The Fountainhead, where Peter Keating and Dominque Francon are both at an opening of one of Howard Roark’s unveilings. When Dominque greets Peter, an architect like Roark, he ads that he was over talking to other people in attendance about what they thought of this new structure. “Why, so you can know what you think?” Dominique asks.
Alright, I’m about done but need to reiterate something I’ve already reiterated in my own blog comments and FB comments. I do not wish to paint too broad of a stroke. I am very well aware that this place has a 30+ year history and my personal experience is about 2 months of it. Moreover, even this event over the last week is but an event in a week, over a long history. I think there’s a great story to tell here, and the most interesting part will be the stories of the crazy characters who pioneered it, before big money and social power came in to make it a Lost American Suburb in Los Cabos.
I’m aware and sensitive to the fact that there are people out there who generally see eye to eye with me about some or a lot of this, but there is absolutely nothing in it for them to cheerlead for me. Everyone has a right to not be associated with me. Some have even made their desire in that regard explicitly clear, while still exchanging mutual affinities for common values privately. Others, now, look around to see if anyone’s watching when speaking to me in a public place like Zac’s, because there are power brokers here.
But that last bit I’ll save for part of my last post on this chapter of a gonzo life.
Update: Late arrival:
Update 2: Seems Tim “Herb” Mullen sings about breaking jaws, amongst other things and apparently thinks it’s “The Mexican Way.”
Update 3: Throughout this ordeal, I’ve endeavored to keep the name of the establishment where it took place, and its owners, out of it. I in no way hold them responsible, so why risk tarnishing an image by having this post and background show up in a Google search? But this morning, their chief employee, Juan Carlos Acevedo Ruiz, via a Facebook message, brought Zac’s Bar & Grill into it himself.
Juan Carlos Acevedo Ruiz of Zac’s Bar & Grill, Los Zacatitos, Baja Sur
The message reads:
richard in seven years nothing happened to our customers but in my own opinion you are acoward you didnt want to fight why only big mouth and no balls
So let’s unpack Juan “Einstein” Carlos’ illogic here:
- Nothing happened to anyone in seven years, making anything that happens to me my fault. This would literally be as stupid as while proceeding through a green light in some town you’ve never been to, then being hit by someone running a red light, you are deemed to be at fault because they installed the light seven years prior and there’s never been an accident at the intersection.
- Being blindsided from behind and not getting up to “fight” while a bunch of people are running over who would have prevented me anyway, makes me a coward with no balls.
- Writing in excruciating and thorough detail to the chagrin of increasing numbers is a “big mouth,” but wanting to engage in fistfights makes me courageous, with big balls.
Brilliant. You know, Carlos is the only one who I know saw the whole thing, 3 feet in front of me across the bar. A couple of days later, I asked him about it and all he said was “all I know is you were arguing over there,” I guess meaning that justifies someone coming over and cowardly hitting me from behind. Or, since Herb “want[ed] to fight,” then hitting someone from behind is courageous and demonstrates big balls, but the person who got hit is a coward with no balls for writing and publishing about it. Brilliant.
Moreover, “we” weren’t arguing. I was being berated while maintaining calm, never raising my voice…with Michelle calling me a misogynist while Herb is ironically calling me a cunt. Given the history in this post, does anyone have any doubt how this would have gone down had I retaliated (say grabbing his forearm and pulling him off his feet and onto the table he was leaning over to reach me where it would have been pretty easy to do quick damage to forearm, wrist, fingers or face)? In fact, given the shameful cowardice of Zacatitos at large (I have to assume. Not. One. Single. Person. has stepped up to condemn it), it’s highly likely that had I retaliated against Herb like that, I’d have been beaten by a group of clientele who would have assumed I initiated the altercation.
Doubly glad I didn’t, now.
Update 4: Well here we go again, in response to Update 3, above.
Brilliant. “…[S]pew his negitive verbage in the direction of Juan Carlos…” Hey, the other Einstein. I quoted Juan Carlos’ negative verbiage that I received via FB message this morning and I’ve never said an unkind word to him, nor given anything but praise when speaking of him to others. Here’s how I replied to that ignorant comment full of false assumptions.
I thought the man was a friend. Have spoken with him many times about all the things you cite. I learned a great many things of the area from him, he told me about his girlfriend, etc. etc. I was never anything but kind to him (and he to me until this). So, you know what they say about assumptions….
And this is choice: “Violence and deception are born out of the mouths and pens of people like you.” What do you mean, Pauline, that I got what I deserved by Tim “Herb” Mullen the coward, sneaking up behind people and hitting them? So, Ironically, the only violence here has been directed at me. And the only deception, literally from every single Zacatitan that has spoken up so far, for the purpose of evading the fact that Herb is the only who used violence. you know Pauline, your writing style doesn’t really peg you as a moron, so what is it? If you’re not a complete moron, then the only other explanation is that you’re so deeply dishonest that sweet sweet lies eventually become truth to you.
Sandi Apgar (again!). Well, this time her name goes into the indexing which is unfortunate, as her husband really made a good impression on me.
Sandi, how can a blog leave a geographic location? At any rate, this “alcoholic” left Zac solo, at 2:00 pm Wednesday, for the drive, and rolled into Bay Area, CA, 1,500 miles away just over 48 hours later, yesterday afternoon. That included 2 stops for sleep, and a detour in San Diego for auto parts waiting in a warehouse to be shipped to Zac. As you know, most of the 1,000 mile Baja drive is narrow, 1950s style 2-lane roads with trucks coming the other way at 80 mph. How did I possibly manage? At any rate, I’m gone, but as you can see, the blog is just as polarizing.
So, see, you should be breathing a sigh of relief, but you didn’t even know I’ve been gone for more than two days.
I guess these people didn’t bother to google Justin Block, or any of those mentioned in this post, where a first page search result is quite common.