Retiring in Mexico?

Retiring in Mexico

Okay, I’ll admit the cost of living is somewhat cheaper depending where you choose to live, but be advised that to live in one of the gringo ghettos will cost you about the same or perhaps even more than living in the US.

For example, in Tucson Arizona you can rent a nice one bedroom apartment for about $400, In Lake Chapala Mexico to rent the same apartment will run you $500 or more.

So your giving up $100 bucks, but and this is very important, you’re also your giving up excellent medical attention as well as many other services that we take for granted in the US.

Face it folks you’ll be living in a third world country, if you should get sick you’re out of luck unless your pockets are will lined with Gringo dollars, good medical attention in Mexico is very expensive, and I emphasis the word very.

In the US if you suffer a serious illness such as a heart attack or stroke, you will get medical attention regardless of what country you are from, in Mexico no way, if you have money you’ll get cared for, if not your friends or relatives had better start digging a hole for you.

One other very important factor regarding health care. In the US all you have to do is dial 911 and in most cases in less than 5 minutes you’ll have the fire department and an ambulance at your door with well trained Para Medics.

In Mexico you’ll call the Rojo Cruz, they’ll arrive when their thru eating or drinking with a untrained PAIR OF MEDICS,  if you’ve had a heart attack be prepared to have another with the way they drive.

Okay say you’re in perfect health, how good are you at dodging bullets? You had better had some Seal training or no, less than a 12 month course of Special Forces training.

The bullets fly every night, depending where you live, and don’t think the small towns are safe, in fact they are the most dangerous.

There are more homicides in Mexico than in Iraq, Afghanistan, Mali and Syria combined, and you think you want to retire in Mexico? Retire in Iraq it’s safer.

 The big cities are safer but who the hell wants to retire in a smog filled traffic jammed big city. Also in the big cities you have the two legged rats who will rob your house as well as mug you at any given chance, you must remember Mexico is a very poor country, and like other poor countries the people are desperate.

The bottom line is this, The Mexicans think all Gringos (North Americans) are rich, so cover your ass, you are their targets for kidnapping, Rape, and extortion. Look what happened to that stupid kid who took a antique shotgun into Mexico, the kid even claimed it.

Personally until this drug war bullshit is finished I would even advise people against taken a short vacation in Mexico.

For a good example, last week in Cancun one of the so called safest resorts in Mexico 6 women were raped 5 women from Spain and one from Mexico, the rapists I can assure you were drug people, needless to say they will never be brought to justice.

The police will never get involved and with good reason, One is fear of retaliation from the drug cartels, the second is their not about to risk their lives for a lousy $500 per month, and that is why most rape victims will never report that they have been raped.

My advice to you is don’t even think of retiring in Mexico, in fact I wouldn’t even think of taking a vacation in Mexico, the risks of putting yourself into a dangerous situation is just not worth the risk. 

RACIST

RACIST
I've been accused of being somewhat of a racist. Perhaps there could be a bit of truth to the accusation, but in the smallest degree.
The truth of the matter being that I’m really not too fond of black people as a race, face the facts in Africa the average IQ is 67, leaving a bit to be desired when it comes to any form of conversation.
Keeping that point in mind the Chinese have an average IQ of over 105, but I don’t care much for holding a lengthy conversation with them as well. To tell the truth I’m not overly fond of the Chinese people either.
The Japanese race are just so so, as well as the people of India I really don’t like them much.
I find Mexicans to be a not overly bright race, maybe it’s all that Tequila they drink or the beans and tortillas they eat. Regardless of what ever there problem is they are as close to being brain dead as one can get.
Sad to say but in my short time of traveling the planet I've found the North American species of humans are beyond a doubt the biggest pain in the ass that I've come in contact with.
They have this obsession of impressing everybody the meet with how much money they have or how much money they make. They will never admit to how much money they owe on all the worthless crap they have collected.
Their cars are for the most part not only not paid for, they owe much more than they could sell the worthless piece of crap for. Their houses which at one time where their only asset, now due to devaluation, are valued at much less than they can sell them, they are what is known as being upside down in their only asset, to make it short the typical North American has gotten his and her asses in dept up to their necks.
Now that I've shared with you my pet peeves with my fellow countrymen, let me share this.
The North American is a victim of politicians, they are the ones who created easy credit, and it’s they who created easy asses to credit cards.
It is they who are culpable for the collapse of the mortgage companies such as Fannie Mae and Freddie Mac to name just two out of many companies who where enticed by the U.S: Government to loosen up on mortgage restrictions, easy credit for all, “you too can own a house with nothing down”.
Most of us not being overly bright jumped right in, charge charge charge, how many credit cards does the average person have maxed out? It is frightening.
Are we really that stupid, or is it that our egos get the best of us, we just have to have a bigger house or a fancier car than our peers.
Face it folks the average human are mental midgets. Most find it difficult to think beyond tomorrow. Evidently, most have failed math.
It doesn't take a freaking Einstein to figure out that house payments of $1000 per month, and a car payment of $400 per month, to say nothing of the insurance your paying for that piece of shit your driving, just cant be made on the $1500 per month you take home. “no sweat, I’ve got a $10.000 line of credit on my credit card”.
That is one reason why I've come to the conclusion I really don’t care much for any race of humans we are not an overly bright species. I must admit to liking certain individuals very much regardless of there skin color, religion, or even there political affiliation, if I like a person I like them and that is that.
Now I must admit one tiny thing, if their female for some reason or another I seem to like them more than their male counterparts. No it’s not just a tits and ass thing, although that may be a very small factor.
It’s their ability give love and understanding with a bit of kindness to whom ever they care for, with out the facade of caring with ulterior motives. If they love you they really love you, all they expect from you is a bit of security, a nest so to speak to raise their children, a place that they can call home, and of course a credit card all for themselves.

AGEING

Ageing:

I have some news that may not come as a big surprise but we are ageing; it starts at birth and ends when you are thrown into that big box, I might add that big expensive box.

From birth tell you reach forty or so you think your going to live forever, most of us paid little attention to the care of our body’s we just went ahead and had a ball, smoking, drinking, and for young men, chasing women, and for the young ladies, doing everything necessary to catch some young man.

When you hit the mid fifties, the dance starts to slow to a waltz, the wild party’s become boring. All of a sudden you hate the new music, as well as the kids who blast the garbage over their stereos. Of course we never did that with music of GLEN MILLER, singers like Nat King Cole, to say nothing of that fine jazz we used to blast on our hi fi.  Besides when we played our music a little loud, it was real music. We could even understand the words and sing along; a wop bab bah lo bop, a wop bam boom, brings tears to my eyes just thinking of those beautiful lyrics.

When taking your shower you start to notice more and more hair clogging up the drain; it’s yours, or at least it was.

After a few more years those hairs clogging the drain have a bit more gray, then it turns a beautiful shade of white, then it’s gone; hello baldy.

Most men seem to handle this sign of ageing with grace.

Women go berserk at the first sign of gray, and this I can’t understand, they’ll dye their hair every color in the rainbow, but at the first sign of gray they go crazy. They keep dyeing their hair tell they hit eighty or so.

Next step to your “Golden years” is when you can’t read the newspaper without a magnifying glass; now you get the treat of adjusting to bifocals “I just need them for reading” oh yeah, women especially, will refuse to wear glasses in public, they can’t even read stop signs, yet they still drive, but look great.

I wonder who started that “Golden Years” BS? It sure wasn't anybody over sixty. Believe me there is nothing golden about growing old, except all the gold your doctors, pharmaceuticals, and of course your kids bleed out of your bank account.

You go to your doctor with the usual ache’s and pains and all he does is remind you that your just growing old, I don’t need some doctor at a $100 for a fifteen minute visit, that he was 30 minutes late for, to tell me I’m growing old.

Another term that had to come from some absolute whacko under forty, is “growing old gracefully”, there is no way your going to grow old gracefully, by now your doctor has got you on up to ten drugs for every ache and pain you got. Your penis has shriveled up to look like a peanut shell, so along with all the other crap he’s pouring into your body, he gives you a prescription for “Viagra” that very night your wife has a headache.

Another real pain for me is that when you go to your doctor or dentist, they've got these cute little girls as receptionist; that’s okay by me I like young sexy girls; what I don’t like is when you walk into their office they start off on a first name basis.

I don’t know these young ladies and they don’t know me, maybe if they played their cards right they could, if their lucky. In the mean time I prefer to be called Mr. Cook or Sir. Okay so I’m growing into an old grump, but only my friends call me by my first name.

I don’t trust doctors, most only know how to do one thing and that’s write prescriptions that know one can read; come on they've got up to seven years of collage, and they can’t write. Its a miracle that the pharmacist don’t make more mistakes and kill half us seniors off.

The next time you go to your doctor look what’s setting next to his writing hand, it’s a prescription book the size of a telephone book.

Okay I’ll lay off the doctors for awhile, but you have to start being careful of what these people prescribe for you; remember one thing when you get over sixty five and you wake up with no pain, your dead, you must learn to live with a little pain.