A Gringo in Rural Mexico: Deviousness

Wednesday 1 January 2014

Deviousness

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There are many points to cover as the old calendars are thrown out and we search for the new ones that were put in that "special" place. If anyone out there in the Land of the OROGs can remember where I put those special gift calendars, please email us with very simple instructions that might help in the location of said calendars.

Deviousness is an hallmark of the Left. Anyone who can say with a straight face, "It all depends upon what the meaning of 'is' is." and is considered a leader of his peoples, really sets the standard, as low as it can possibly go.
We can imagine after Hillary has returned to the White House, shortly after the doors have been resized so as to provide more manoeuvrability for .....moving large pieces of furniture and the like. There will be an order to continue the production of the new, plastic coins that also serve as lick-off lottery tickets. The coins will also be edible, and they will have the mottos "What difference does it make?" on one side and "It all depends upon what the meaning of 'is' is" on the other.

     A country has to have some standards after all. (SirEdmund) Hillary will inherit something like a perfect union, in many ways, kinda, more or less.
     Everyone except for six Hollywood actresses in rehab (in Mexico), and four Hollywood directors will have free medical services (in France).   That free service will be kept to a maximum and permanent, unchanging charge of 10,000 dollars or less per month per family member, until such time that the rates change.
For those who want substandard policies, they can schedule meetings with Minder, Inc. who will guide the c0nsumer through ordering manuals provided by gulagsto-day.vom magazine (printed and assembled in Red China and Baweesa Zolongbo).

    It was announced shortly before Barry Soetoro and his estranged mother-in-law, (name unknown) were escorted out of the White House where they have been holed-up since the Impeachment and Conviction of the then president Soetoro. As we know, he was impeached and convicted under provisions of the law prohibiting phony scandals. The Soetoro defence that no telephone was used in any of the scandal, and nobody spoke in telephonese did not seem to carry much weight with the Judge and Vice-President of the United States, Good Ole Joe-Roy Bean-Biden. He came out with a double-barrelled shotgun and announced, ".....the vote had been one to nuthin' and Soetoro was guilty of a lot of bad things, most of which had to be redacted."
     Barry and his mother-in-law (who has yet to say a word since birth) were abandoned by Michelle Robinson Soetoro Obama Onyango Karakatoa after a series of unseemly funeral - photo sessions in a foreign country recently renamed Mandelobama.   Several attorneys were present during the evacuation of the White House by Barry Onyango Soetoro, who was un-indentifiable due to the fact that his hoody was covering the upper two-thirds of his person.  On the front left shoulder area of the grey, Oscar de Laurentas zip-up was a button demanding "Free Treyvon, Now!"   We last heard that Obama's daughters were jogging down at The Battery near the southern tip of Manhattan, in downtown New York City with Chelsea.

     Judge Vice-President Joe-Roy Bean-Biden (serving the last 19 months as President of M'Obamoa - meaning, loosely Obamaland), came after the departure of the one-time president and his mother-in-law (who mumbled one hard-to-understand word...something like 'Mashelle' or 'Mitchell')- passed out one-page summaries of the various specific charges that had been made and that resulted in the poor sap of a President's impeachment and conviction.   It began with "How I came to provide everyone with free medical service by allowing everyone to keep their doctor and by allowing everyone to keep their medical plan, and ended with "....everyone will be able to have free disability, free pills, and early retirement along with free unemployment checks, as well as the Uncle Omar and Auntie Zietuni Life-Plan of Free Everything for Everybody....and the millionaires and billionaires will pay for it, along with any hapless cracker we can catch up in the net, and any Negro who ever thought about voting Republican or conservative".

(Sir Edmund) Hillary, newly
inaugurated Queen of the
Universe and the Kingdom
of M'Obamoa shows off the
"new look' provided by her
state of the art, miracle-
worker Cosmic Cosmetical
Surgeonistic medicalist.

      (Sir Edmund) Hillary will keep an office at Dr. Hajib Karraluauishabhanstanopolous's office.) The doctor is famous for herbal, holistic, organic, and transcendental incense and mystical treatments for facial and other corporeal disorders. His success in combatting Facious Uglimatosis has been legendary, especially for mendacious, murderous, marxist albino water buffaloes.   The new Queen-Presidenta for Life (Sir Edmund) Hillary plans to spend quite a bit of time at the good Doctor's office during her first 200 year term.

     When asked about how she will wave her wondrous sceptre and solve all the problems that have plagued President-King-Diety for Eternity Barry about the free medical programme that broke down completely after never really being put into service, Her Higher than Any Common Highness Highness deigned to sneer, "Like I said back in 1994, I don't feel responsible for the financial problems of very little underfinanced small business."   It was a remarkable recollection, word for word, that the Goddess of All Universes called forward from her perfect, photographic vocabulator. It brought to mind this grovelling reporter's recollection of her famous, "....Well if you people expect me to sit around baking cookies, you've got another thing coming"....
     And of course, the string of dead people, fraud, and shenanigans showed that she could bake the books, but not as well as she should have.   Six people had to go to prison to serve her time....but it beat the alternative.   Ah, McDougal, I barely knew ye, my mon.

Sir Edmund Hillary has
dedicated herself to seeing
what women have to offer.
Here, she talks with Bonnie
Bimbeaux about a couple of
Women's Issues in which
Sir Edmund has shown
more than a little
interest.
Huma has said that some
of (Sir Edmund's) best
"friends" really
stand-out.

Oddly enough, this all pertains to the debacle known as the Obama Socialised Medicine Initiative. We wemt through this song and dance before, with a less complicated, illegal grab to nationalise the "health care industry". The
progressives, know that there are hordes of people out in the hinterland who want someone else to pay their way through life.
According to Barney the Dinosaur, who is an authority on wuv, he knows what wuv means to a parasite. One of the easiest things to do, on the behalf of such parasites, is to give them the notion that they are helpless and the Tea Party hates you, and I WUV you...I mean I WEALLY, WEALLY WUV YOU!!! Yes! You! Hilawie, I'm talking to you....You're on camera 2, Wight now, Hilawy...!!!!

This issue of being led around like sheep and rushing to this deadline and then the other deadline and then declaring victory every time there is another catastrophe, it's old.

And by the way, Presidents cannot write law. They can propose law, but not write law. Once a law is passed, a President cannot rewrite the law to a form and/or intent more to his own liking. He can propose an amendment to the previous legislation, and even write the Bill that he might prefer. But he cannot write new law. He cannot write original law, and he cannot disregard a law that he has signed into force.

This particular president wrote the law that he is not willing to enforce once he read the law that the wrote. If that makes sense to the reader, then the reader is a Democrat, leftist, elitist, and probably agrees that "....we'll have to vote for the bill in order to find out what's inside of it."
If the above procedure does not make sense, then you are probably an OROG, and/or a literate person with above average deductive and intellectual ability, a common-law, natural-law type person, and a reasonable Constitutionalist.

Finally, and for this the effort this evening: This whole thing has to have been a charade, designed to make the dull witted, low information, low intellectual level member of the "hard-working American public", become angry with the Insurance Companies. This anger will become frustration, and then the frustration affecting the regular Democrat type voter will spill over into ire and lead the President to expropriate the insurance and oil companies pretty much like he expropriated the Auto Companies.

The Solyndra and several other "shovel ready" and "green" initiatives were made for running money through the hands of lackeys to then be delivered to various Union and Democrat fundraising operations. Fister, or whatever the name of the Scandinavian company that was making electric race cars to the moon, and many solar panel companies have all gone bankrupt. And like Solyndra and the United Auto Workers, and scores more such sham, straw-man shakedowns, they were all money launderers.

In the Democrat lexicon, Tom Delay did not launder money and was convicted for it so that is defined as"good". Solyndra's poobahs did launder money to give to Obama, the Democrats, and various leftist issues and personalities. And, they did not go to jail, even after making a very dubious declaration of bankruptcy, and then receiving, only a few hours before declaring insolvency, their last few million dollars of free central government "green" money to save the world, and that is also "good".

Solyndra is used as an example of scores and scores of useless, defunct, and abandoned Obamamare projects, some of which did not even go through the niceties of bankruptcy. And now, we saved General Motors so that we can proudly say, "Most of our production is in Red China." And we can say we saved Chrysler so that we can proudly note that it is owned by Fabrica Italiana de Automobili Torino, S.p.A. (Societe per Azionti or a Society of Stocks or in American English, Corporation). And, of course, it is also owned partially by the United Auto Workers, who can proudly say, "Many of our workers sometimes don't drink a whole lot of beer or smoke too many joints during their 3 hours lunch breaks....very often....sometimes. And besides those guys only work on the engines and transmissions and the braking systems".

Thanks for putting up with the jumble...but each day that goes by we have to know that we are arriving ever closer to the edge of the Earth. We leave you in peace as we begin to find our calendars and life preservers. A person never knows exactly right when they might come in really handy.

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.