A Gringo in Rural Mexico: To Begin With....

Monday 7 January 2013

To Begin With....

Memorandum to Gretchen of Fox and Friends:

Gretchen, when you "wonder why" the Congress just won't get together and do the compromising that needs to be done...I have to pull the last three hairs in my head out again. Gretchen...and all you nice, kinder, gentler, and "reasonable" people out in the Hinterland.....ONE CANNOT COMPROMISE WITH MARXISTS. They are committed to the establishment of a one-party, socialist, rigid society with control being reserved by a group of elitist marxists ideologues who intend to prescribe and control every aspect of the lives of the people "under" them. They are adamant about being empowered to control what you think, what you eat, what you learn, what you say, where you go, when you go , how you go, what you drink, how many babies you have, what names your babies can have, what kind of home defence and safety systems you will have, what you will pay them to control you, what the limits of your attitudes can be, what and how you worship or philosophise, what you wear, what games you will be allowed to play, how long you can play those games, what holidays you will be allowed to celebrate, what you will do when you are ill, what money you can earn and how much, and on and on and on. They are smarter than us, and they know more than we do, and they understand things more profoundly than we do. We are proles at best, but normally just nothing more than humanoid amoebas, as far as they are concerned.

Gretchen, why is Barack Hussein Obama so dug-in on this matter about raising taxes on the "rich"? It is demonstrable that the amount of money raised, even if does come in, will not address more than a few days of operation of the central government (although even that is doubtful, because the "rich" people will shift and adapt so as to not expose themselves to the new taxes). The adamance concerning the matter of raising taxes on the "rich" is like Obama said during the campaign when his true inner communist came out...blurted off teleprompter...."GET YOUR REVENGE...BY VOTING!!!" he shouted and snarled at his low-intelligence and low-information dolts.

Obama, Michelle, Valerie Jerrod...Janet Napolitano...Eric Holder...DON'T GIVE A DAMN ABOUT THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA...EXCEPT TO WORK TOWARDS ITS DESTRUCTION. They hate and dispise the USA and you and your parents. Look what happened to your father's automobile dealership!!! Look what is happening to the self-sufficient. Compare that to Obama's Auntie Zietuni Obama and Uncle Omar Onyango Obama...two illegal aliens living in Massachusetts, totally on the public dime...welfare, housing, stamps, medicaid, etc....and Uncle Omar being a multiple DWI...both with high-powered law firms representing their "immigration issues'' and Uncle Omar's DWI issues (among other criminal problems)....Think, Gretchen and Greta, please think.

SO, to Gretchen, and Greta, and all the Gretchens and Gretas, STOP SAYING THINGS LIKE,"Why don't they get together and compromise? Everybody is patriotic in their own way. We need to come together like we always have." STOP AND THINK!!! Please! Think of Miss Flukie, who goes to Georgetown University...a completely Jesuit subverted liberation theology satanic factory...and she demands that you and your daughters and my wife and I and our daughter and our granddaugthers pay for her birth control pills.

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AND NOW...WHY FEMA MUST BE DESTROYED ALONG WITH MOST OF THE REST OF THE CENTRAL GOVERNMENT CONSTRUCT

The posting below appears in the blog of "The Unrepentant Texan"...a veteran. Following his post on his own blog, El Gringo Viejo responded with his concurrence.

This is what Galveston, Texas looked like after its hurricane of 1900.
All of Galveston. 99.9%....gone. A minimum of 6,000...up to 12,000 dead.

I have been following the Hurricane Sandy Relief and the Fiscal Cliff negotiations with morbid curiosity (amusement?) lately. I find it depressing that our once-great nation has fallen so low into the depths of socialism.

I saw Gov. Chris Christie of New Jersey lambasting the House of Representatives for not voting on a measure to pass a $60 Billion, pork-laden, "relief package" for the victims of Hurricane Sandy.

$60 BILLION.

On September 8th, 1900, a massive hurricane crashed into Galveston, TX. It claimed the lives of between 8,000-12,000 people (reports differ, but most agree on this range). It was the deadliest natural disaster in United States history.

This was before FEMA. This was before we were $16.4 Trillion in debt.

How did Galveston rebuild? The same way that Americans used to recover from tragedy: through tenacity and hard work. They picked themselves up from their bootstraps and rebuilt their city, erecting a seawall that, at the time, was a marvel of engineering.

During World War II, the beautiful city of Dresden, Germany was firebombed as part of an Allied Campaign to break the back of the Nazi Regime. One of the most notable casualties was the Frauenkirche, a landmark Lutheran Church in Dresden reduced to rubble. When the bombers were done, the citizens of Dresden began to collect bricks. Brick by brick, they rebuilt the church. Men, women, and children ventured out of shelter, dusted themselves off, buried their dead... and began collecting bricks.

Now, in New York and New Jersey, the epicentres of Blue State America, the victims don't venture out. They don't gather bricks. They demand that their government come in and fix it. Make it all better. Build them a new house. Pay for repairs.

See... when you vote for promises, sometimes you get disappointed when those promises don't materialise. When you become dependent on government for more and more in your daily life, you don't go collect bricks when tragedy hits. You want someone to collect bricks for you.

Look, I don't want you to get the wrong idea. I feel compassion for the victims of Hurricane Sandy. I do. I mourn the family members they lost, I am saddened by the damage that was done, the dreams and investments that were shattered. I am angered that two months later, some places still have no electricity or water. I am further angered that after the Galveston disaster more than eleven decades earlier, water was restored just four days later. But what I reserve my deepest compassion for, what I mourn more than anything else, is the death of the American Spirit. I mourn the demise of the can-do attitude, the "I can do this" work ethic. I will pray for those families.

Elections have consequences. Can somebody help me pick up the bricks? We need to rebuild the Old America.

2 comments:

edmun49January 6, 2013 7:07 AM

Great post.

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El Gringo ViejoJanuary 7, 2013 8:05 AM

My father was in the 1st Cavalry Division, 12th Regiment, Headquarters Squadron....1930 through 1933...stationed at Fort Brown, in Brownsville, Texas. That year there were four tropical involvements, including one horrific storm. In the aftermath, the Rio Grande ran 100 miles wide at the mouth, and the disturbance and disorder was total. The Mexican Cavalry and the American Cavalry horses...the ones who had survived...had mixed up on various "islands". Both armies went about recollecting the horses and mules. Many bore the same markings because of shared purveyours. They separated them by using the different bugle calls. By that manner each Army recovered about 98% of their mounts.

Also...like Galvez Town....there was no FEMA...no posturing politicians...just 7,000 - 12,000 dead people and total destruction. It is hard for people to realise that Galveston had the first or second largest Roman Catholic, Episcopal, Lutheran, and Methodist Churches in Texas at the time. Over 90 percent of the city was totally gone. There were 30 X 40 inch members, 30 to 60 feet long found 20 miles from Galveston. Locomotives were carried off and found a year later. But, by the third day Negroes, Mexicans, Anglos, foreign sailors, prostitutes, doctors, teachers, labourers, etc. were out burying the dead, caring for the injured, cleaning up and separating chaff from leavings that could be used in the reconstruction. Bartenders and preachers, garbage men and city councilmen, all working side by side. Galveston was a rough town...still has a rough edge to it....but, by God, the Samaritan Rule was followed and we didn't ask then or in Brownsville, for some abominable Messianic Maniac to come and pronounce that things could start back to normal and that he would make sure every body got everything they needed. We have become a wanton race of people....waiting for Father O'bamaham to "give" us back our normalcy. I spit on the shoes of Christie and Cuomo. I lament the people lining up to become contestants in the "New Queen for a Day" program. I expected it fromNew Orleans...but the sociological cancer spreads even among those who before were productive and self-reliant. We must redouble our efforts to eliminate this curse of dependency and desire for a Great Plantation Owner to come and "give" us our needs. Ninety nine weeks of unemployment compensation...Great Yahweh intervene! Just three days after the storm, Galveston had the water on. Just three days after the Brownsville hurricane of 1933, two armies had separated almost 12,000 horses and mule to each others appropriate side, while simultaneously restoring order and assisting the in the restoration of the physical plant. That's the way we used to do things. What has happened besides the creep of government socialist nannyism?

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Once a person lands on our page, that individual becomes a member of the Order of Readers of the Old Gringo, (OROG). There are no dues or assessments to pay, no meetings, no requirements. We are not associated with the KKK, the WCTU, the French Masons, or the Global Warming Glacier

Protection Committee.

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.