A Gringo in Rural Mexico: The Interconnectivity Notion is Working - Speak the Truth to Madness

Thursday, 21 November 2013

The Interconnectivity Notion is Working - Speak the Truth to Madness - Join Arms and Advance for Liberty

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Our notion about moving back and forth and grasping onto others who have blogs that appeal to the higher senses seems to be working. Between our little adobe outpost in rural Mexico, and our tiny observation hut on the Frontier that the Republic of Texas shares with the Republic of Mexico we are now actively intertwining with 7 or 8 other bloggers of similar disposition.

Our passenger count of OROGs has quadrupled, and all of that is thanks to you the OROG and to the other salient blogs. We have, as some already know, one of the finest legal analysts in terms of matters dealing with Church Canon Law as it interfaces with the Law of Caesar, and who is also an historian of high degree, mixing with a gun-smith and analyst of Constitutional matters, especially as they pertain to the firearms and States' Rights issues, and several others who send in topics, incident reports, and commentary.

Johnny (Appleseed) Chapman

This particular blog entry is addressed to the attention of Senators Ted Cruz and Bob Lee. It is passively directed towards them, their plate is full at this time with trying to save the American Union from self-destruction. But it about this matter of subordination. The people who radiate around the places that matter....Washington, D.C. , New York City, and Hollywood...are pleased with themselves because they have put the shrunken head of Cruz and Lee up on the game-room shelves of their fancy flats and elegant homes. It was a very successful hunting expedition and they destroyed the two upstarts who failed to respect the proper order of things. They talk to other talking heads and nod knowingly about how good it was that the two novice Senators received their comeuppance.

So now, they can reach up after reading the Op Eds of the Old Grey Lady, and turn the light out.

But it is like the advertisement that shows the trains and toys of the little boy coming to life once he slumbers. The Wise RINO is unaware that, in that part of the American Union that does not matter, where dumboes with dirty fingernails cobble together a decent life from spare parts and hard work, Ted Cruz and Bob Lee are already something like Pecos Bill and Paul Bunyan...with a little Johnny Appleseed thrown in.

Cruz and Lee are not worshipped like leftists worship (Sir Edmund) Hillarty for all the things she has done for women and children....(just think of all those things)....we are made of sterner stuff, as some erstwhile writer wrote long ago. The two men....and scores of men and women like them who were so dumboe that they actually went to Congress and voted the way they said they would vote.....are heartily respected, admired, and placed in a position of trust and leadership we feel will not be abused. Throughout my proverbial land of beauty parlours, saloons, mechanics' shops, diners, and churches people are eyeing each other and nodding....sharing knowing looks....speaking frankly...all with reference to the falsity of Hope and Change and the entire snake-oil side-show that has so wounded the Republic.

We now enter a zone of opportunity. Many members of the National Socialist Democrat Workers' Party are preparing to commit regicide. In keeping with their "code of instincts" as animals of the jungle, they will throw the king overboard the Ship of State, if there is any thought that they might lose their aristocratic title, however small.

"How could a King be more important than I, when I am a viscount with much power and many admirers of my raiment in my own land?" they might ask.

We should harvest the offerings of momentary goodwill by these serpents who normally are selling new lamps for old....and dispose of this horrid President's efforts to nationalise the Republic from sea to shining sea. If possible, it would be well to ride the wave of reality and remove this horrid holder of the office of president of the United States of America. We would be far better off with an elderly fool...a jester....who could never leverage so many ill-taken votes to move the country in any foul direction as has the present president.

Biden could probably commit political suicide at least eight or nine times in two years, and he could replace the Steve Allen Show from the late 1950s and early 1960s as a comedy show worth the watching. The principals of the Steve Allen Show were mainly pinkoes, but very funny. The Jews among them still made fun of themselves and went to synagogue, and it smelled like a sophisticated New York City form of Hee Haw. A really excellent program with circus, magic, music, and such like Ed Sullivan's excellent variety show, but funnier. There was even one fellow, named Bill Dana who had a routine, playing the role of a heavily accented Latin...Mexican, Puerto Rican, or Cubano...and he would come on screen as an ill-at-ease person, obviously preoccupied with matters of great importance. Steve Allen would ask him, "What is your name, sir?" To which Bill Dana would respond, "My neim, Mai neim ees Jose Jimenez..." as if he was unsure of his own name. If I am not mistaken Bill Dana was the first to do the old saw of a joke about the Mexican fellow telling the folks back home on his return how nice the Gringos are. How so? the villagers asked the returnee. He responded (and remember this is on live national television), "I go to the beisbol game and seet in the sit. And theen, all the pipples rise up, and they ask to me eef I have a gud sit to seat een. They eev'n sing eet to me. They sing, "Jose, can you see? The Gringos, they are very nice pipples."

But I diverge.

The fact is that Cruz was right. He was not only right about his diagnosis of this horrid piece of legislation, he is correct about the long-term effect and the hopeless black-hole of money that will never be enough to patch all the holes that will continuously develop in the Obama Socialised Medical Initiative (OSMI) as it crashes through American society and its economy.

He was right in throwing down the marker in the Senate, because he and we are now in the position to say, "Look, John McCain called us nutters and radicals because Cruz was unhinged, disrespectful, grandstanding, stupid, and radical. And now, John McCain is saying that the OSMI must be repealed, rescinded, and fed into every paper shredding machine forever!!"

It is amazing how Truth hitting someone on top of the head with a two-by-four can make that person actually engage his brain and think. So now, from all around, including lefty Democrats, the political class is trundling out to the microphones to divulge, "I never was really all that hot on the programme to begin with. My constituents want to go back to square zero."

We must be forever wary of politicians and social engineers who promise us social programmes that are based upon making other procedures and programmes "more efficient". Efficiency and Effectiveness are brothers. But they are not twin brothers.

Furthermore, in sociological terms, one of the constants in the analysis of all societies, the most "efficient" societies are the most totalitarian and the most miserable for the particular society afflicted with said efficiency (North Korea, Talibani Afghanistan, Cuba, Zimbabwe). The most effective societies are those who have a magnificent jumble of unpredictable opportunities overlaying a matrix of common law and private property and private economic initiative. along with a general, widely accepted, and widely practiced moral code.

Our cause is just. Our thinking is sound. Our will is to establish the best of moral, economic, spiritual, and intellectual environment for all. We do not wish to "take care" of people or give them things "for free". Imagine the child who actually does a passable job at her piano recital. That steeling of the spine and realisation of self-worth is a powerful force in the establishment of further accomplishment and self-reliance.

That the Saints look over Ted Cruz and Bob Lee and all those who staid in during the rough seas and hauled the heavy shrouds and stays holding up the masts and sails of our stalwart craft. We are the stronger force because we have souls...however damaged and tarnished...while our opponents scorn the belief in the provision of good for the sake of goodness only. They have only the desire to control, preside over, and organise matters to their own liking.

It is very necessary that all OROGs visit the Anglican Curmudgeon's blog to-day or at some early moment of convenience to study the history and changing nature of even the definition of "dollar" as a concept and as a currency. It will point the way to new battles to fight and win. He also has published a compelling set of observations concerning our new Jean d'Arc, the lady known as Yolanda Burroughs Vestal who has stood to deliver Truth to Madness. We are many....we are stronger....we are more intelligent, and we seek that all people can find the good within themselves.

Stay in touch all. We shall be leaving in the cold, on Sunday, in order to stand my duty at the Quinta Tesoro de la Sierra Madre .

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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What is an OROG?

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.