A Gringo in Rural Mexico: Several Quick Points - Sharpening Focus and Assigning Responsibility

Monday 21 July 2014

Several Quick Points - Sharpening Focus and Assigning Responsibility

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(1) Our people at FOX News insist upon using the line that the president has the Border Patrol positioned 45 miles away from the border. This is a lamentable error, and speaks to the fact that many reporters, including those in the remuda of FOX News....including Hannity himself who repeats this information as if it is a new and secret revelation....and it should be stopped.

Sarita Checkpoint - US 77
This was captioned as 21 immigrants in a
trailer. They are not immigrants, but rather
illegal aliens. It is not infrequent to find them
seriously impaired due to heat and air quality
issues. Not long ago a trailer was abandoned
in Victoria, Texas and 20 illegals died inside.

Falfurrias, Texas Border Patrol Checkpoint

Jim Hogg County Courthouse
Hebbronville, Texas
(101 years old)

The Border Patrol has since time immemorial....for instance the original paving of US Highway 281 (AKA the Lincoln Memorial Trans-American) just before World War II...had a secondary checkpoint just south of Falfurrias, Texas. This highway essentially serves the population of Hidalgo County (McAllen area) that is north and south bound.

The same for US Highway 77 that connects Cameron and Willacy County to the World, Texas Highway 16 that leads to San Antonio from the western Lower Rio Grande Valley, and US Highway Interstate 35 that connects Laredo with Minneapolis.

In the first case, Highway 281 has had a checkpoint about 15 miles south of Falufurrias, Texas where vehicular traffick has always been stopped and checked for the presence of undocumented entrants. Commercial traffick is stopped there as well, including all transport tractor-trailer rigs and the like. At times the lines at that checkpoint can be over a mile long. Dogs are employed at that inspection station. Normally the time elapsed is about 2 - 3 minutes, as the inspections are fairly intuitive and approaching vehicles are frequently dogged while they are in line.

Highway 77 has a check point well south of Kingsville, Texas at a place in the ranch country (King Ranch, Kenedy Ranch, Armstrong Ranch, Yturria Ranch) and Brownsville - Harlingen et.al. with the world. This picture is from the Sarita Checkpoint.

On Texas Highway 16 the checkpoint is found at Hebronville, Texas. It is the most remote, and the most difficult to negotiate via "walk-around" whereby the illegal aliens are dumped off a few miles before the checkpoint and picked-up again a few miles after the checkpoint. The distance between has to be covered on foot, and can be brutal to the point of death. Last year over 300 illegals died attempting the walk around.

Hebbronville, Texas Checkpoint

Just to the north of Hebbronville, there is a checkpoint, and although it is a place "way out in the country" like all the others, but moreso, there are huge take-downs of illegal material and people. It has been the scene of some very hairy encounters.

To the left, one can see a transporter, hauling corn silage as cattle feed. The only problem was that is was also hauling 2,400 pounds of marijuana, wrapped in such a manner as to indicate that it was cartel product. This particular take-down resulted in the fall of several big cheeses on both sides of the Rio Grande. It may have ignited a "war" between two different cartels that led to the Mexican Army's increased ability to degrade both groups to the level where they are to-day. One of the problems was, of course, that several American police officers were tangled up in the affair as well and all are in prison now....and the immediate ex-Sheriff of Hidalgo County reports to prison to serve five years for public corruption next week. He was sentenced Thursday last. The love of money is the root of all evil.

Secondary Checkpoint
About 20 miles north of Laredo, Texas

Falfurrias Checkpoint - agents dogging
several thousand vehicle per day.

This particular contribution to the Blog - A Gringo in Rural Mexico. voice from the Sierra Madre Oriental is to explain the deployment patterns of the Border Patrol. Such is as it has always been since the beginning of World War II. Before that time....back in the 1920s and early 1930s the patrol was conducted by the United States Army, and more especially by mounted cavalry units. Some were National Guard, but most were old anachronistic Regular Army, somewhat mechanised, but still 95% mounted with lots and lots of stinky old horses.

If we were to gauge and guess, it would be fair to say that 90% of the Border Patrol's assets are deployed along the Rio Grande and 10% is given over to the secondary checkpoints. We lament wasting the time of the OROGs with this somewhat mundane geographic analysis of Border Patrol deployments, but it has been left to the imagination of reasonable people based upon what Hannity, Rush, Governor Perry, and a bunch of people on our side, as they are, that the Border Patrol is only or almost exclusively deployed "45 miles away from the border". Such is not the case. Furthermore, these facilities have a long history, and they are centres of other assets, such as ready deployment helicopters, old-fashioned trackers who scour the badlands and roadsides for "sign" ....while mounted or even on foot, Indian style...looking for footprints, discard, and even illegals who have collapsed from the strain of the "by-pass" manoeuver.

(2) And finally, although I would readily support Louie Gohmer for House Speaker, it must be suggested to him, that if he hears a 50 calibre Barrett sniper rifle discharge in the dark of night, in the bottoms of the Rio Grande, then he needs to take a new job as a forensic ready-listener. I would suggest that it would be next to impossible to differentiate the sound of a Barrett 50 from almost any of the high-powered military styled or munitioned rifles. The Girand M-I is a good example of a supremely raucous weapon. A Remington .35 magnum would be another. There are scores.

While it is true that the Mexican Army has confiscated several score Barrett rifles from the cartel people, many of them are dysfunctional and almost all have not been cleaned and cared for as such fine and sensitive weapons require. The cartel people are not famous for following National Rifle Association rules for the care, cleaning, and safe operation of weapons.

Also, wild shots taken across the Rio Grande by drunks, criminals, dumbasses, etc. are nothing new. Twenty years ago or so, a couple was talking to a fellow on the deck of a really nice riverside saloon / restaurant there south of McAllen - Mission. While they were talking the single fellow's head blew up. It was safe to say that whatever hit him did not hurt for long, because he was dead before he hit the deck, with larger and smaller parts of his head being distributed in various parts of the dining area.

And who shot him? Some dirty stinking Meskin? Well, not so much. It was a Southern Mafia hit man who had been waiting for a shot, due to the fact that his target was known to frequent the particular, really nice, family-style riverside saloon and restaurant just across the Rio Grande....a 250 yard shot, one shot only, and a clear hit. Professional. His spotter was a person whom I cannot identify in any way because with the slightest description 100,000 people in the Lower Rio Grande Valley would know about whom we speak.

Further on this topic, El Zorro and El Gringo Viejo moved around on the Rio Grande in various places at various times during our latter Huckleberry and Tom days and we had the clikittyclacker snapping of bullets-through-the-twigs, followed by a rifle detonation on few, but several, occasions while camping on the Rio when it still possible. Enchanting places, little known to most LRGV people even, scenes that looked like mountain streams in Pennsylvania or Tennessee, with really fine fishing, Indian artefact hunting, or just lounging on the riverbank watching the panoply of bird species.

So while I really do not like the term, allow El Gringo Viejo to Sedge-way into these further two sub-points. There are two reasons why there is this particular rush to Reynosa - McAllen. (A) Obama constructed, purposely and purposefully, by word and deed the impression and reality that children, children with mothers only, and children with mothers, fathers, uncles, aunts, grandparents, and cousins to the 3rd degree could cross the Rio Grande and climb onto the north bank of said Rio and deliver themselves to the Border Patrol. They were of the opinion, and had full faith and confidence that, once on-shore and under the detention of the Border Patrol they would be released with a "permiso" and told when to report for their immigration status hearing. I will assure everyone that this was being declared as fact on very popular, well produced and AAAA to major league-quality hosting, radio and Central American television programmes beginning in 2012 and becoming more intense in 2013. Admittedly, much of my direct knowledge comes from speaking with a few Central Americans and from listening to Guatemalan overnight radio and Mexican overnight radio while staying at our little mud hut on the side of the Sierra Madre Oriental in Mexico.

And (B) one of the reasons the Reynosa - McAllen corridor was chosen was because the word was out that the Mexican central government had essentially taken the last step and militarised the entire State of Tamaulipas, sending in more troops than had been seen there, including the Revolution of 1910 period. While Central Americans and Mexicans are stupid and ignorant, and Americans informed by the Obsolete Press are smart and informed, some thing funny happened. It was realised by the Central Americans that the Mexican military is generally a source of order and good works. When the degradation of the cartels had broken down the structures to the point where operations are essentially being conducted by one-tenth of the number of cartel members, and being led by people with the strategic comprehension of a drunken corporal the Central Americans knew that they had a good chance to make it to the edge of the Rio Grande without coyotes.

Imagine the joking going around in the saloons in Reynosa when someone observes, ''I saw Juan trying to sell jet-ski and rubber-raft Rio crossing passages to some

Centroamericanos the other day for 20 pesos each. You remember when he was strutting around with that brand new Ford 150 they had stolen from the dealership when he was jefe in the cartel's local cell?" And people laugh. It is no longer a nervous laugh.

A CAVEAT: This is certainly not to say that there is nothing left to do in Tamaulipas, Mexico, or Texas. There is much to do. There is a long way to go. To relate it to World War II, it would be my estimate that we are right around 16 June 1944. Normandy is not quite pacified, but reconnaissance is detecting retreat formations within the badly damaged German army.

And to finalise, finally....the massive free movement and resurgence of night-time activity, and the generally attitude of the populace at all levels in Tamaulipas has continued to improve. It began around the time that your humble commentator detected the linkage between increased military presence and greater social confidence about 18 months ago. The people are welcoming of the essentially martial law in the State now, and many wish that it had been imposed long ago. But...every effort by the Calderon Hinojosa administration to convince the Governor(s) of the State of Tamaulipas to yield soveignty was rebuffed by the Partido Revolucionario Institutiocional (PRI) governors. The Presidential party became PRI in the last election, then the incompetent, lethargic PRI governor of Tamaulipas finally invited the all-but-total militarisation of his State.

And that is why we have the massive numbers coming into Reynosa - McAllen. The Centroamericanos are not afraid of the Mexican military. They are not even afraid of the not-as-corrupt-as-they-used-to-be Mexican Immigration...they will receive neutral to decent treatment from the military, and slightly crummy to adequate treatment by Customs and Immigration.

And, from Obama, they will be notified of the date and time of their immigration status hearing.

This is why the Marine Sergeant is

still incarcerated in Tecate, Baja

California. Until people

are thrown into prison, up to

and including the above pictured

marxist thug, Mexican arrogance

and posturing will supersede the

arrogance and posturing of Barry

Soetoro and Comrade Eric.

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Thanks for your patience. FOX is still more accurate than most. Beck and his posse are doing a good thing, but much of the edge of his commentary is popular perception that is inaccurate. Remember above all else that this, just like the efforts to shut down coal and power plants and the oil and gas business is being intentionally done to drag America in to third world status.

El Gringo Viejo

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This is our rustic, but very comfortable place, out in the rural area to the northwest of Ciudad Victoria, Tamaulipas…the State's Capital. From a bustling city of 400,000, we placed our domicile a bit more than 20 miles into the scenes of mountains, citrus groves, spring-fed creeks and rivers with crystal clear waters, and an abundance of bird species that make veteran birders shake their heads in wonder.

We are all but adjacent to the venerable Hacienda de Santa Engracia (about 500 yards away), which dates to the 1720s and has ancient structures still in use, very elegant, and mystical in many ways. It has operated as a guest hotel since the 1970s.

Our little place rests on three and a fraction acres, fronting on the Rio Corona, which is lined with over-1,000 year old cypress trees. The nearby Sierra del Cautivo…a major segment of the overall Sierra Madre Oriental that dominate most of eastern Mexico, lies to the west by about three miles. guards the many springs that maintain the almost perpetual flow from those heights (up to 12,000 fasl) while our place is situated right at 1,000 feet above sea level.

Give us a call, come by and visit…it is truly a different venture in the most positive sense. We can be reached by our email - privatouring@gmail.com - which is our preferred method of communicating.

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We do have a distant connection with the Knights of the Golden Circle and hold the maps to the internment sites of 34 tonnes of Confederate Gold, and 1,000 tonnes of Mexican Imperial Silver (bar and coinage) derived from the collapse of the Reign of Maximillian von Hapsburg, Emperor of Mexico (1863 - 1867). I think we can remember where we put it.

All kidding aside, we are acerbic, but we do not bite. We do believe in our antiquated philosophy, but we try to not impose our quirks and beliefs so far as to be disrespectful.

El Gringo Viejo

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Wise Words

Communism is a philosophy of failure, the creed of ignorance, and the gospel of envy. Its inherent virtue is the equal sharing of misery.

Winston Churchill

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Be sure you are right, then go ahead.

I bark at no man's bid. I will never come and go, fetch and carry, at the whistle of the Great Man in the White House, no matter who he is.

I told the people of my district that I would serve them as faithfully as I had done. But, if such was not to be, then you may all go to Hell, and I shall go to Texas!

David Crockett

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And on and on it goes. The more the Government gives away, the more it takes, and the less Americans do for themselves, until finally, like Europe, there is nobody left to do anything, and there is nobody left to pay for, the nothing that is not done.

And, yes, Virginia, there truly is a Santa Clause, and he and Mrs. Clause and their helpers care greatly for the good children of the Planet. So long as there is happiness, kindness, charity, generosity, and the Spirit of Fellowship, Santa Clause will be there, representing those noble things, and he will always move in a spiritual way so as to provoke humankind to goodness.

El Gringo Viejo

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“There is another class of coloured people who make a business of keeping the troubles, the wrongs, and the hardships of the Negro race before the public. Having learned that they are able to make a living out of their troubles, they have grown into the settled habit of advertising their wrongs — partly because they want sympathy and partly because it pays. Some of these people do not want the Negro to lose his grievances, because they do not want to lose their jobs.”

Booker Tallaferro Washington

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It is impossible to make a poor man rich by making a rich man poor.

Abraham Lincoln

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El Gringo Viejo: a fair description

Life for El Gringo Viejo began on the Texas-Mexico frontier, near McAllen, Texas literally on a real, live farm. The farmer, as one might imagine, was his father, who had moved with his parents from Gwinner, Sargent County, North Dakota in 1915 - 1916 period, down to the Lower Rio Grande Valley of Texas. (And yes, Virginia, that is the way Sargent County is spelled.)

His parents farmed in an area close to the new community named after its founder, called Ed Couch, in Hidalgo County of Texas. My grandfather is buried in the Weslaco Municipal Cemetery about 10 feet away from his friend, Ed Couch.

After studies, and a stint in the 1st Cavalry, 12th Regiment (mounted), Headquarters Squadron of the United States Army...riding warhorses back and forth along the Rio Grande from the late 1920s and early 1930s. He did not speak much about his service, but we determined that he apparently made rank of 1st Lieutenant.

El Gringo Viejo's Father established his farming and citrus grove-care operation just north of McAllen, Texas. Mother was a housewife and a professional woman....a learned, eloquent, well-read woman.

They were educated people, my father winding up as a Superintendent of a major school/facility of the Texas Department of Mental Health and Mental Retardation in Austin, Texas after a twenty year career in education at the secondary level. He had degrees in History, Psychology, and Education Administration.

El Gringo Viejo is the last of three children, all males. Number one was Milton Birchard, Jr. who was born in 1936 and died in a vehicular incident in 1988. He was narcoleptic. He held a doctorate in geography from Louisiana State University and was head of the Department there for a good while.

Number two is Norman Francis, who was born during the WWII situation in 1942 and became an important Republican political engineer and fundraiser. He served as Executive Director of the Republican Party of Texas during the late 1960s and early 1970s and as Senator John G. Tower's immediate Executive Assistant. The Senator is the Godfather of Norman's first son.

Norman died at age 77 in Austin, Texas and I was one of four eulogists who was chosen to speak at his en memoriam at the Austin Club in downtown most Austin…within sight of the State Capitol.

It was a personal duty and very rewarding

in every way.

My arrival was in 1947, and I was destined to confound my parents and all those around me. Educated entirely in public schools in McAllen, skipping the third grade, and stumbling out of my high school in the upper 90% of a class of 606. I

attended and graduated from Southwest Texas State University (now named Texas State University, unfortunately), being one of the few conservatives to graduate out of the School of Sociology, although my treatment at the hands of my tormentor-professors was not so unpleasant in those days. Emphasis of studies were social demography, and Latin American Affairs with a concentration on Mexico's history and current political evolution, with a minors in History, Geography, and Political Science.

El Gringo Viejo is one of the old, unreconstructed high-church Episcopalians. Politically, he is very fundamentally conservative. He prefers Baseball to football, and considers that baseball with a designated hitter for the pitcher should be called "poofy-ball". Favourite major league team of all times? The Brooklyn Dodgers of the 1950s. It will never be the same again.
El Gringo Viejo's father was born to a Hudson Valley-type girl and a man who had lost two older brothers who served in the Pennsylvania 96th Regiment of Volunteer Infantry during the War Between the States.

The surnamed line (Newton) originated from East Anglia, not far from a place called Washington in northeastern England. They came into Boston Harbour, Massachusetts in 1642 (the 1st voyage of the Mayflower had overbooked), and settled there and in Maine as well as spreading out to Vermont, New York, and Pennsylvania, over the generations for the first 220 years.
Another batch of folks, mainly Anglo, settled in the middle Hudson Valley. There was another group of Celto-Teutonics types from Saxony and Prussia, establishing and settling along the Hudson River from around what is Catskill County northward to Duchess and Rennselaer Counties around a place named Red Hook. The main group came in during the early 1650s.

My mother's people were another English line of long-term Southern and Tennessee people, from the Eastern part of that State, who originally came in during the 1660s through Virginia and North Carolina, and finally into Eastern Tennessee, settling in and around a county to be named Franklin, and helping to establish the city of Winchester. Almost all of these people originated from southwestern England, near the frontier with Wales.

Only recently did we verify that she had many people involved in the service of the Confederacy. One died in northern Mississippi, another Captain Asa Grant, 2nd Tennessee Volunteer Cavalry, was severely wounded and succumbed to his wounds finally in 1869, and another hung around in an Ohio POW camp (Camp Chase) for about 13 months, while three others were either wounded or died in action, including David Limbaugh, Lieutenant, 42 Tennessee Infantry. Another five made it through relatively unscathed.

Almost all were, oddly enough, related to the great-grand uncles and gggg-grandfathers down to gg-grandfathers of Rush Limbaugh. The gggg-grandfather came into the Colonies in the early 1740s from a Prussia and Saxony background, and served in both civilian and military capacities to the Continental government and Army. He was the XO of a Militia Battalion of 3,000 Pennsylvania effectives. They honed their military readiness under the supervision of Gen. von Steuben and someone named Washington at some place called Valley Forge, Pennsylvania.

A grandson of his, Isaac, settled in Tennessee after the War for Independence against King George III. So Rush and I share grandfathers, four generations deep on the American Continent.

It should be stated here that were I to be called to declare, my allegiance would still be with the Southern Cause, although I bear no rancor against those who feel the same about their instinct to maintain the Union. Oddly enough, both my mother (a Southerner) and my father (a true Yankee by blood) believed that we would have remained closer if we had separated, and each side gone the ways of their own yearning, but amicably.

The last of the English (El Gringo Viejo's) line came during the time between the Revolutionary War and the War of 1812. They left County Wicklow, where they had been involved, apparently, in that peculiar Anglo - Scots/Irish practice of making whiskey by the use of peat for fuel. They were also involved in the business of production and processing of various types of grains as well as the production of whiskey, gin, and beer. By their surnames one would know that, while coming out of Ireland, they were actually English, one with the surname of Christian and the wife, Webster. They had, in fact, married in Christ's Church Cathedral, Anglican, in downtown Dublin in 1796. They landed in New York, set up shop in the City among previously arrived relatives, and then in Albany. We have some record that this Christian who married the Webster had actually lived in the colonies, but travelled several times back and forth between the Spirits businesses in England and Ireland and the New World. They wound up as the generations progressed in and around Minneapolis (St. Anthony) & Saint Paul, Minnesota, and Racine, Wisconsin. My particular line went from New York to Alabama, then North Carolina, and then Wisconsin to join up with the rest of the extended family, finally in Minnesota, before the War Between the States.

The Time Line of entry of all lines of my children's blood ancestry on their mother's side in the New World begins in 1578, when Spaniards of mixed Hebraic and Iberian peoples, and others of ancestry from Portugal, Galicia, and southern Spain entered into what was to become Monclova and Saltillo, Coahuila. They are brought under the auspices of the Explorer, Conquistador, and Colonizer Jose Luis Carvajal y de la Cueva, with elements settling in Lampazos and Cerralvo (Nuevo Leon), in Palofox (Texas), and Revilla (Tamaulipas) on the Rio Bravo.
Also, the Count of the Sierra Gorda, Col. Jose de Escandon brought another group of mainly Spanish, Portuguese, and Azoreans in the early 175os, settling along the Rio Bravo (Grande), and then on the north (Texas) side, spreading up to what is now Yorktown, Texas (near and southeast of San Antonio de Bexar, more or less) before and during the Texas Republican period.

My children and theirs are qualified to join the Daughters of the American Revolution, the Sons of Liberty, The Sons of the Grand Army of the Union, The Sons of Confederate Veterans, and the Daughters of the Confederacy. By my side they are 16th generation English Colonial - American and 6th generation Texian. By my wife's side, my children are 23rd generation northernmost New Spain, Texian, and American. Isolating Texas alone, my grandchildren are 15th generation Texian.

LIKE?

Cats, and then dogs.

Fishing, even a bit of bird watching, now and then.

Really good music..antique, old, 1950s and early 1960s rock and roll, classical - Hayden, Mozart, Beethoven, both Strauses, and many others, African tribal sounds en chorus, Mexican bolero...mariachis when they play out-of-doors, some country and quite a bit of the old western (Sons of the Pioneers, the Texas Ploughboys, Marty Robbins "Gunfighter Ballads, for instance.), even some of my own piano works, bagpipes, Enya, marimba, Caribe.

The Gershwins' Porgy and Bess always seemed to me to have been, and remains, a true masterpiece of Americana.

Well maintained Firearms, smooth running small equipment, old autos that respond to repair and upkeep and keep going. Used to have BMWs and so forth, but being old helps tone things down a bit.

Antiques, and antiquities...Meso-American archeology...and religious history. Formal religious services among the Orthodox..as in Anglican, Roman, Orthodox and Conservative Jewish services and celebrations. Hard to find, now.

Overnight radio, rightwing talk radio until it becomes overly tedious and repetitive.

Weather and climate.

And strangely during the past few years,cooking. Not just barbequeing...but actually dishing up gourmet-type stuff...and gardening to a purpose.

We grow a lot of our own spices for our little bed and breakfast and we specialise in flowerng plants, bushes, and trees that attract bees and literally hundreds of species of common to extremely rare birds to our place.

Lifelong Republican, honourably discharged - United States Army (conscripted).

Now drifted into the position of favouring the amicable withdrawal of Texas from the American Union. My grandchildren are 15th generation Coahuila/Texas by my wife and 8th generation Texas by me and my will is to have them answer for the debt of Texas and not for the debts incurred by the National Socialists who have taken possession of the central government in Washington, D.C.

DISLIKES?
Any kind of socialism...bolshevik, national, marxist, social democratic, Trotskyite, progressive, ....and any kind of socialist.

The Ku Klux Klan and such types who figure that they have to hate somebody because of how he/she was born. They are just role players, resucitated by the Communist Party USA in the 1920s, whose members are fueled by a well deserved sense of inferiority.

And almost all social activism.

Almost all labour union officers and almost all labour unions. (There are some exceptions.)

Public assistance of any kind. All welfare and/or charity should and must be privately handled in order to avoid the trap wherein we have fallen, that being the multigenerational slide into the abyss of forlorn hopelessness that is government slavery and dependence. That slide is cheerfully supported by politicians who love to buy votes with other peoples' money.

Lotteries operated by governments.

Litter, filth, graffiti, gangs, and waiting in line for people using food stamps whil'st they argue with the cashier about how they "need" this or that to be covered...when they have three carts with 450 USD of snacks and things we cannot afford because we are in an 'upper income" category.

Church reformers who want to change my church instead of them going to another church and just leaving me alone.

Medications for boys who are over-active, and medications in general.

Lite beer, lite Coca Cola, fat-free, lo-cal, artificial sugars and sweeteners, anything marked "healthy" on food packages, sugar-free, margarine, and driving 23 miles to buy gasoline over there because it is 2 cents per gallon cheaper.

Any government programme designed to help anybody; 94% of the time the programme winds up morphing into some kind of monster. Then liberals and do-gooders will propose another programme, twice as costly, to cure the ills caused by the first cure-all.

Officiousness, and the term "non-profit", as if there is some kind of moral superiority in the failure to produce wealth.

Physical abuse of an animal, an extraterrestrial, a child, slave, woman, or anything like a tractor or power tool, firearm, sewing machine, or an auto, etc.
Loud and/or sharp noises, especially when such noises have no particular purpose.

Wasting anything, from paper towels to Clorox to cake and cookie batter...anything. And....waiting in a line.