A Gringo in Rural Mexico: All Nature of Vileness

Tuesday 22 January 2013

All Nature of Vileness

It brings back a lot of Memories....but I can still see the tobacco smoke streaming up from the crowd, and shining with the stadium lights beaming down on the lung-filtered swirls...it was beautiful.

Some months ago, we wrote briefly about the time Paul Harvey, as a very young firebrand, conservative speaker, came to McAllen and the Lower Rio Grande Valley on a speaking tour. It was something like Limbaugh's "Rush to Excellence" period back when he first went on nation-wide AM radio. Paul Harvey, with his trademark pauses and smiling through clenched teeth as he spoke, was an acclaimed speaker and radio personality, already surpassing Aurthur Godfrey and Edward R. Murrow as America's favourite voice from the magic box.
To make the story short, McAllen in those days was almost a perfect place. If people were to be transported back to that place and that time, some would think they had entered Stepford. The differences were that it was real and the people were not perfect or clone-like, but they were a noble sort...warts, scars, and all.

Paul Harvey filled the north half of the football stadium (he could have filled the entire stadium several times over, but he did not like to turn his back on his audience as he spoke) 2,500 folks of all stripes and types. We played and sang the national anthem (McAllen High had a really good band) and had an invocation presented the colours and said the pledge of allegiance...(that was before Yahweh had been born apparently)... and then Paul Harvey said, "Good Evening...Ladies.....and Gentlemen."

He then went on to extoll the notion that all men were entitled and had a right to food, a job, housing, a fair and living wage, an education, and a system where medical services could be provided at no cost, because...by any standard, religious, moral, or ethical...no man should be allowed to profit from another man's illness.

Paul Harvey had an IQ of about 160. He was spellbinding on the radio, but in person he could make people nod in agreement to anything. Even if he were to say "Fish for sale!"...most or all of a crowd would be nodding in agreement. As he spoke it was clear that he was setting up our rustic little grey cells, because there was a lot of pleasant nodding going on. Everything he was saying was nice, considerate, generous, and comfy.

My father was embarrassing my mother, because he kept muttering in his very baritone voice..."That's all wrong" "That's not true" "That's Roosevelt's jibberish" "Can't work"...with my mother saying "Sshhhhh! " about every twelve seconds. She sounded like one of the old steam locomotives still in use over at the Southern Pacific about 4 blocks west of the stadium, letting off brake.

Then there was a long....long...pause by Mr. Harvey. Ladies stopped fanning themselves. Men stopped chewing on their cigars and puffing on their Camels and Luckies and Pall Malls. Did the microphone go dead? Is something wrong? All craned forward to see what problem might have befallen out visitor. He was looking down, from behind the lectern, that was mounted on a flatbed trailer with green cemetery carpet and R/W/B bunting all around its perimeter.

He looked up, still with that smile that was not quite a grin and not quite mischievous, and declared,"Folks, I hate to tell you: When something sounds too good to be true....you know it almost always has to be false. What I have been telling you for the last eight minutes is published every day in Izvestia, and it is the basic speech given by the commissars in the Soviet Union and communist propagandists everywhere in the world, including right here, in the United States, in our labour unions...in our colleges and universities...in our churches....and sadly even among our major newspapers and from the lips of an increasing number of what Uncle Joe refers to as 'the useful idiots'".

Lamentably, the speech intoned yesterday by Obama was something very much akin to the openning remarks made by Paul Harvey on that Spring night in McAllen, Texas. The dolts at the event (those who were listening) were drooling, Chris Matthews swooning, terms like "Gettysburg" were being used.

And, when it was all over....and the "minders" were running around prohibiting pictures of the mess, the pampers, the Styrofoam, papers, litter, and garbage strewn throughout the property of everybody/nobody....we knew that the crowd had not been a group of conservatives, or even Republicans, or right-to-lifers, or gun-nuts. Yes, Virginia, even the gun nut shows are spic and span after everyone goes home.

Obama in a previous life

But, it seems, never for a march of the Partido Revolucionario Democratico...the lefty amalgam in Mexico...or the OWS crowd, or even when the original "I have a dream speech" was given...everthing was a mess, and that was before pampers and disposable everything. The slack jawed and dependent produce graffiti, litter, garbage, ruin, and disorder, and then blame the people who are orderly, clean, and responsible for the mess caused by the morally devoid and dependent. It goes with the territory of being morally devoid and dependent. Wherever the Left meets, governs, or resides, filth, litter, and degradation presides and remains.

     In ever tightening bands, the filthy and incapable are surrounding the bakeries. Soon they will be led to the galleries to watch the work of the guillotines, led by the servants of Lucifer and the ghost from Hell of the man pictured here on the left....one Monsieur Maximilien Robespierre....who presided over what the Left assures us was 40,000 unfortunates, most of whom needed a bit of a haircut anyway.
     The number of those killed by Robespierre number far, far, greater. Even children born with title were slaughtered, and literally millions of children were thrown out to starvation and deadly neglect by the loss of their parents and/or other relatives who have been liquidated by the 290 pound falling blade of steel.   Only the simplest of country folk far removed from Paris would even chance taking them in....for those closer to the blade had reasonable fear of Herod's wrath.

     The address made yesterday by the Grand Poseur was essentially a cultural and political declaration of war against free enterprise, normalcy, self-reliance, the Constitution of 1787 / 1789, and any person of free spirited mind and a soul that espouses liberty.    The Gettysburg Address?....I do not think so.    But like the promises made by the "reformers" in those days, and after all the loss of life on all sides, we saw that the promises made to an enslaved mass, once fulfilled, would simply mean that we would all become equal....We were to become all equally enslaved by an increasingly totalitarian and powerful state.   It all seemed to fair at the time, did it not?   The words about equality and fairness are especially comforting, are they not?    Such are the words as they were spoken to the Nazarene during the Temptations.

Pray for the restoration of the American Union that began to be lost at the moment the government established the notion that it could give something to anyone without exacting a terrible price on everyone.
Pray for a peaceful exit of Texas and her entrance into the ranks of Independent Nations.   And further petition Providence that we eschew the temptations that come from the devious minds of people who think they can establish a perfect order on this Earth.

El Gringo Viejo

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Texas, Our Texas - National Anthem, then play
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=63LuCiGOHGI , from a commencement and graduation at Texas State University, where El Gringo Viejo graduated, and then his daughter and son graduated.

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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.

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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.