A Gringo in Rural Mexico: Chicken Little and the Never Ending Threat: We are all going to die because of Global Warming, Climate Change, and the Coming Ice Age

Thursday, 4 April 2019

Chicken Little and the Never Ending Threat: We are all going to die because of Global Warming, Climate Change, and the Coming Ice Age

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It is fairly well established fact in to-day's Academia that the World came to an end sometime around 1996 or so. AlGore said so. He told the entire Planet that the United States was poisoning the atmosphere in such a way that life on Planet Earth could only exist another 12 years. And, of course, he was right. We are all dead. The elephants, the mosquitos, the kitty-cats, the earthworms…everybody, everything is dead.

Then a flying saucer noticed there was one last Polar Bear on a tiny little chunk of ice. The little chunk of ice was floating towards Hawai'i and the Polar Bear died too…in 2010…the last living thing on Planet Earth. Incredibly, although it must be true because AlGore said it, it just so happens that presently there are four times the numbers of Polar Bears to-day as there were twenty-five (25) years ago. But, of course, they are all dead as well.

The East Anglia University debacle, wherein and whereat a group of snotty professors fudged all manner of climate data to prove that AlGore was right, that life on Planet Earth ended in 1998 or sometime exactly and precisely, more or less around that time…came to an end. Everybody knows it and that is why they have to keep it secret.

It makes Alice in Wonderland appear to be a function of normalcy. AlGore flunked out of Divinity School and Law School, from two reputable universities. George W. Bush passed through two degrees from two reputable (one time long ago) universities. Both are dolts, in my opinion, with AlGore having the more severe case of Doltotis. After all, after AlGore dumped his dumpy wife for a new honey, he bought the new squeeze a magnificent mansion right on the edge of the Pacific Ocean, at a level that he himself said would be inundated by 30 feet due to Polar Ice Cap Melting, "…in less than 12 years."

WITHIN THE NEXT 12 (or twenty depending upon the level of stupidity and ignorance ofthe audience) YEARS THE ENTIRE PLANET WILL DIE DUE TO (choose one or more): GLOBAL WARMING, GLOBAL COOLING, NUCLEAR WINTER, CLIMATE CHANGE, and MARTIAN RAY-GUNS DOING FRONTAL LOBATOMIES ON THE HUMAN RACE.
The above admonition has been refreshed by a nice lady from Austin, Texas…Citadel of Reason and Truth and other disorders brought on by the proclivity to believe in marxist and socialist cultural and political reforms.

Miss Julie Range was kind enough to submit to the Valley Evening Monitor, a McAllen newspaper, a Letter to the Editor that gave us the warning that we, as Texans, are killing the Planet again. It is because of the wanton desire to poison everybody and everything with the burn-off of natural gas that occurs after the completion of almost every successful perforation.
Miss Range is kind enough to not include the sources of ambient and other earth contamination that contribute well over 98 per cent of said ambient and terrestrial blight. Interestingly, over 80 per cent can be traced to two nations, Red China and India. The remainder, almost exclusively, can be traced to permanently third-world nations that are mired in hopeless corruption, violence, organic law, and general jungle rules.

BUT!!! We know that we can trust our informative friend, Miss Range, because while she lambasts the oil and gas industry (while folding in some slightly complementary comments) she cites the ever so reliable Earthworks company as some kind of standard for evaluating oil and gas production. We are supposed to be disarmed when she rattles up the shibboleth that Earthworks is a "non-profit". That title or qualification is proof that they are better than the foul people who actually produce wealth that can be distributed in an inefficient but very effective way…called free enterprise. Non-profits are things like the previous Soviet Union.

Miss Range expounds:
"Natural gas, plentiful in Texas, is an excellent bridge fuel from coal. But, we diminish its value as a bridge fuel if we do not harvest it responsibly (?) We must minimise fugitive emissions, the wasteful practice of flaring, and pollution of neighbours.
"The Intergovernmental Panel on Climate Change says we have 12 years to cut our emission in half. This means business as usual must change.
"Texans already feel the effects of Climate Change with more powerful droughts, floods, and hurricanes. Industry needs to be responsibly regulated. Texas needs leadership at the Railroad Commission willing to put the interest (sic) of Texans above that of industry."

To which El Gringo Viejo responds:
It is a wondrous thing that there is a mass of humanity within the confines of the Republic of Texas that chooses to bray at the moon and jingle hollow platitudes so as to gain a sense of self-worth, no matter how unfounded their conclusions and beliefs. Miss Range perhaps was born after 1960 or so. Quite possibly she was born much later.

There were, supposedly, 11 buildings left standing.
Among them the damaged Baptist, Roman Catholic,
Episcopal, and Methodist Churches.

My point is not to say that I have proof that my way of thinking has a monopoly on the nature of the Planet's comings and goings. I shall point out that during the period from 1893 up to and including the year 1900, my great-grandfather and my grandmother endured three huge snows and freezing episodes…in Llano de Enmedio, Vera Cruz State of Mexico…far below the Tropic of Cancer. They had a sizeable property producing avocadoes, mangoes, even a little coffee and other tropical products…especially for the markets of Mexico City and Monterrey. After these freezes and snows, however, they had to throw in the towel…it was a 16 or more year labour by my great-grandfather, and my grandmother put in several years there as well…learning Spanish by practice to a level of perfection, and learning two different Indian languages, Totonac and Huastec along the way.
As an aside, please be aware that the Rio Grande froze solid on each of these invasions from the

An accurate count was never determined
although bodies were found as much as
15 miles from Galveston...

North Pole as well. Other freezes of particular note were those of 1949 and 1951 and 1962, all of which did nearly mortal damage to the concept of citrus production in the Magic Lower Rio Grande Valley. Also, with reference to droughts…we went through the drought of 1949 through 1954, with a total for McAllen of 9 or 10 inches for the entire period…down substantially, I would say, from the normal 20 inches per year, more or less. We had to irrigate with well water, because the Rio Grande had no water…and the well water was nice and clear, but it was very sulphurous. Not really good for citrus and vegetable crops.
And, if you want hurricanes, try on the Hurricane of Galveston in 1900…with winds estimated into the 200 mile per hour level. No one could come up with a good count but it was "estimated" that between 7,000 and 13,000 people died in that event.

So, and therefore…allow this humble writer to suggest that Miss Range, who is quite obviously ignorant of even relatively recent history, is also obviously not competent to advise us, the unwashed, stupid, neanderthal, reprobate, slobs about matters of climate change. My eldest brother was the head of the College of Geology and Geography of Louisiana State University. He was, among other things, a court certified expert on matters of Earth - Solar relationships, Climate, and Weather, among many other things. He and those who had no political agenda scoffed at the ridiculousness of this movement about global warming, global cooling, climate change etc… and he was correct.

Thanks one and all for your time and attention.
El Gringo Viejo

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We are all but adjacent to the venerable Hacienda de Santa Engracia (about 500 yards away), which dates to the 1720s and has ancient structures still in use, very elegant, and mystical in many ways. It has operated as a guest hotel since the 1970s.

Our little place rests on three and a fraction acres, fronting on the Rio Corona, which is lined with over-1,000 year old cypress trees. The nearby Sierra del Cautivo…a major segment of the overall Sierra Madre Oriental that dominate most of eastern Mexico, lies to the west by about three miles. guards the many springs that maintain the almost perpetual flow from those heights (up to 12,000 fasl) while our place is situated right at 1,000 feet above sea level.

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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.