Leave it to California to come up with America’s latest anti-imperialist twist.

A friend of mine once complained bitterly about working in an industry he thought was taking advantage of people and their pain and anguish, physical and psychological. The industry was Big Pharma.

I sometimes think the expat community here at Lakeside believes it has no right to complain about anything here in Mexico.

Not long ago, I took a rare trip motoring from lakeside into Guadalajara, the city once known as the Pearl of the West. 

Mexicans eat bugs. And so should gringos. “Consume more insects” is a directive from the U.N. Food and Agriculture Organization to the whole world, reminding us that there are more than 1,900 edible insect species on Earth, hundreds already part of the diet of some two billion people in different countries, among them Mexico. And global food production will not keep up with current population growth.

Most gringos here at lakeside have connections north of the border – family, friends, doctors, psycho house-renters. So, for most of us, there’s always a dreaded plane ride in the offing. 

This past May produced an unusually high number of in-flight rages among passengers worldwide, resulting in fist fights and brash verbal conflicts. Aviation experts say they have no clue why, except to point the finger at flight-day alcohol consumption. Except that prohibiting alcohol for many would be like prohibiting rosary beads.