A Gringo in Rural Mexico: Trotsky and Stalin, Barak and (Sir Edmund)Hillary

Monday, 28 January 2013

Trotsky and Stalin, Barak and (Sir Edmund)Hillary

Something very strange is going on now. Perhaps our salvation will be in the hubris of our foes. They are putting up Goliath for the fall, perhaps.

Shortly after the mess created by the war between the Reds (bolsheviks) and the Whites (monarchists and parliamentarians) in that amorphous mass of Terra Firma known as Russia, stability began to return. Some of this required the early retirement from the political scene by insignificant parties such as the Romanoff family, and several million other useless anti-progressives.

In the next paragraph is a partial list of the most important first level members of Kerensky's provisional government. It is the nature of communists. They killed Salvador Allende, and blamed the CIA...it is the nature of socialists of all kinds. Some 30,000 party members, revolutionary soldiers, purveyors, and other associates of Castro's Revolutionary army were taken before the firing squad before the first year of "liberation" was done. The ones below were the ones who were involved immediately after the "abdication" of Czar Nicolas II.

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Fate of the Former Ministers of the Provisional Government

Most of the former ministers of the Provisional Government who did not leave Russia were executed by the Soviet Government in the later years or died in prisons: A.M.Nikitin (executed), A.I.Verkhovskiy (executed), P.N.Malyantovich (executed), S.L.Maslov (executed), F.F.Kokoshkin (brutally murdered in a prison hospital), V.N.Lvov (died in prison), N.V.Nekrasov (executed), M.I.Skobelev (executed), A.I.Shingarev (brutally murdered in a prison hospital), D.I.Shakhovskoy (died in a labour camp). Others spent many years in prison: K.A.Gvozdev (spent 18 years in prison), N.M.Kishkin. (the euphemism ...."were executed by the Soviet Government"....is a bit cutesy. Soviet Government = Stalin.)

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The authoritarian-by-default Nicolas II, last Emperor of the Russian Empire, had seen declining fortunes for the Empire for quite some time. The disastrous war with Japan to begin the century, then the failure to diagnose the social psychosis brought on by the provocations to anarchy by the communists, Workers of the World, coupling into another war of questionable value to prince or pauper, as was the World War, essentially wore the Russian psyche down to exasperation. As the Russians were saying, "Every year has nine months of ice and snow, 12 months of hunger, and 18 months of war".

The hordes and vermin under the command of the Bolsheviks, ergo Nicolai Lenin, manoeuvred and constructed the quickest dispatch of the forces of stupidity (also known as) reasonability, moderation, democratic socialism, reasonable capitalists, free labour unions, kinder and gentler, and the Society for Being Nice to Crippled Jews into the Dustbinsky of History.

Our good friend on the left managed to do the impossible. He led a country that was already prostrate to even deeper depths of arbitrary totalitarianism, from hunger to starvation, into the brave new world of building refrigerators and sending them to places with no electricity. Part of his legacy is that his efforts were so good, that many places in Russia still do not have electricity. The electrician comes next Monday, as they say.

Mr. Nice Guy

Vladimir Ilyich Lenin

    At least with the Monarch there was a bit of colour and show, pomp and circumstance. But Lenin was just the point of the bullet, so to speak. Others would come after him to perfect the concept of the New Democracy, where everyone would truly be equal, except for the leadership of the Communist Party.
      Vladimir (aka Nicolai) micromanaged to-day, and macro-managed to-morrow, and managed not at all until the Joseph Robert Stalin (aka: Uncle Joe), fairly quickly inserted himself into positions and issues of greater power and influence.   By the time Lenin had had a "stroke" that incapacitated him to some extent (like Woodrow Wilson had been towards the end) he was reduced to passing "testaments" to his wife which were delivered for the politburo to brood over.
        The condition brought on by Lenin's "stroke" was pointing to a "shovel ready" solution by 1923.   His actual demise is now accepted as neurosyphillitic degeneration, (to know syphilis is to know medicine) and the malady is certainly common among leftists leaders. It is one of the main reasons why every Democrat President who has served in this century has refused to render a complete medical report for public review. Among Caucasians, roseatia is a common early-onset problem with chronic STD affliction and among Negroes it is frequently associated with early onset greying of hair and yellowing-hue of skin.   But, we digress.
     Before long Uncle Joe had whittled down the number of dull, murderous thugs who were in charge of that particular great leap forward into the brave new world, to him and another dolt by the name of Leon Trotsky.    He was born Levi Davidovich Bronshtein on November 7, 1879.   He became of those peculiarities, the atheist Jew.   He changed his name so as to divest himself from his Abrahamic birthright and to join that amazing march of the mindless, Oprah Zomboes who would perfect society and the human condition.
     Leon Trotsky's revolutionary activity as a young man spurred his first of several ordered exiles to Siberia.   The horrid Romanoffs had over 20,000 political prisoners, and this could not be tolerated by the Progressive Reformers.   By the time the Red Army and the Bolshevik thugs had finished with the implementation  of the major elements of the communist revolution, there were almost 1,000,000, mainly housed at 111 Elm Street, Nowhere, Siberia. Almost 100,000 had been murdered or sent to a firing squad or a bullet in the back of the head squad during the purposeful terroristic campaigns especially directed at non-communist leftists in the period from 1921 to 1923.

Leon with that endearing
"deranged maniac" gaze
into the future

So although Trotksy fought alongside Lenin during the formative revolutionary period, from the 1917 revolution until 1925, his usefulness to Stalin was coming to an end. As commissar of war in the new Soviet government, he helped defeat forces opposed to Bolshevik control. And the Soviet government developed, he had the audacity to be involved in a power struggle against nice old Uncle Joe. By 1936 he was enjoying a nice, bourgeois upper-middle class life in Mexico City before the smog of capitalism had ruined everything.
He wrote and wrote, memoirs and manifestos, love letters to Frida and other very meaningful missives. Stalin wrote, as well, orders of apprehension, assassination, vilification and all manner of hate-speech against Trotsky. He caused all of Trotsky's last allies in the politburo in the mid-1920ds to be executed as traitors to the Revolution.

Frida Kahlo
during her
"Hillary-look"
period

Trotsky managed to deflect Frida Kahlo's peculiar emotional compass from other women and Diego Rivera long enough to effect a "relationship" with her. Trotsky's second wife was not really impressed with any of that, and Diego came crawling back to his "ugly swan", thereby literally breaking the lease that the foursome were holding on a large home in the fourth best neighbourhood in Mexico City at the time. Not exactly the digs of our Hollywood images of grimy revolucionarios.

The problem with all of it, finally, was that death or erasure is the final solution of any negotiation for leftists. Whether it is Adolf Hitler's socialism or Fidel's socialism, or the socialism of whomsoever, any challenge to the leadership must result in death or banishment of the offender. So, Stalin finally managed to send an agent into Mexico City who stabbed Trotsky in the upper back of the neck with a pointed knife-like device and then put a hatchet, deep into his stupid, vacant head.

Hillary'sbook,
"It takes a
Gulag"

This will be the results of the love-fest between Hillary and Barak. That the two egomaniacal marxists hate each others guts is palpable, and generally well known.   This most recent airing of the first edition of "What's My Lie" starring the Queen of the Universe and the nephew of Aunt Zietuni and Uncle Omar Onyango Obama, Barry Soetero, the foreign exchange student from Indonesia...or Kenya....or Hawai'i....or whereever, has been aired.   The two vipers were tangled in their "Love Dance of Death".
     Barak knows that Hillary will not let his "legacy" stand. Barak is a life-commitment marxist who will not be done until the very concept of America is totally destroyed and debased. He wants the nation degraded into something like a cross between Bangladesh and Zimbabwe, so that white people can understand what misery they have brought to the rest of the world.
     Hillary does not give a damn about white people or people of any colour. She especially does not give a damn about women or women's issues or children or children's issues.   Hillary cares about Hillary and would change to the Republican Party if the focus groups with average member IQs of 44 would be impressed with such a measure.
      Both of the mendacious posturing egomaniacs are the same in their willingness to sacrifice the other in order to advance his/her gloriousness.   BUT, and here is the rub, Barak has morphed his campaign fund into a perpetual, marxist Assault on America Fund.   Hillary can live with an assault on America...even a total destruction of America, imploding the White House, covering Arlington Cemetery with 12 feet of reinforced concrete, blowing up the "Cliff Presidents" at Rushmore, derailing all AMTRAK trains, burning down Mt. Vernon and Monticello simultaneously, selling pieces of the imploded Capitol Building in order to raise money to build 35 billion square mile-at-the-base, four-sided pyramid with smiley faces of Hillary on each flat side.   So she is suspicious that Barry is not going to send out the Zomboe-wi-fi waves to his Zomboevoters to march stiff-legged and unblinking into the voting booth....arms stuck almost straight out in front, swaying from side to side, mindlessly repeating, "Must vote for Hillary...Barry says must vote for Hillary...Hillary....Hillary Duff...."
     Hillary being devious and mendacious, and ever-posturing, will suspect the same of Barry. that Stalin thought of Trotsky. She will think he is getting ready to deep six her and back someone like Lady Doo Dah, or Shakira or Kim Kardashian or even Aunt Zietuni.   "Let me ask my mirror, 'Mirror mirror on the ...'" (sound of glass breaking in the background).

My son Treyvon ain't gonna

play some Cracker game'like

football and git himself hurt

But, I'm down with sending

my girls into combat on the

front lines. It'll be good

for them. Make men of''em

Right?

In seriousness, we should begin to start seeing little vignettes about how Vince Foster's death was "suspicious" according to many forensic analysts....and about how Barry Soetoro was arrested on multiple occasions for trafficking in cocaine on both Columibia's and Harvard's campi. He avoided prosecution by means of the intervention of the Annenburg Foundation and the Mary Knoll nuns. Then there will be the incontrovertable evidence that Barry was not qualified to attend the schools he attended by virtue of various shortcomings in terms of academic performance and/or intellectual limitations. That he falsified information either about his American citizenship or his eligibility to receive a scholarship as a foreign exchange student....he could have one benefit but not both. More people will soon begin to be brought forward to say that Barry might have been editor of the Harvard Law Review, but he only came to the office three or four times, and that was to smoke dope with his beer drinking buddies when they were thrown out of one of their crash-pads for failure to pay rent.
Others will be found who will testify to the shenanigans Bill and Hillary before, during, and after their White House period. Hillary's involvement in the Mount Carmel affair outside of Waco, her meddling in White House files and and classified matters will be leaked out by pro-Obama elements. Things like that will begin to appear in the next 16 months as control of the National Socialist Democrat Party begins to be contested. We shall watch and see how far Crazy Uncle Joe Biden makes it towards the finish line and who else comes out of the wood-work.

Otherwise, at this point, we appreciate your kind attention and interest.
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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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.