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One of the Hallmarks of a spoiled child is that he / she may have been last born. Frequently, the eldest child becomes an aunt / uncle-in-law because they "are older and more reliable" than the younger children who need more supervision and are, frankly, ignorant and self-involved. The youngest can, if not correctly directed, be waited upon, hand over foot, and pampered to the extreme. These last born children are, without a doubt, almost always demanding, petulant, and accustomed to pampered treatment and deference.
This writer has done extensive study and analysis concerning this Cosmic phenomena and the rule of: "Those who are last will demand preferential treatment from birth until the end of Eternity". We have drawn many observations and reliable conclusions about this phenomena over the years. These conclusions have been developed into what is now known in the Hebraic, Islamic, and Christian writings as the "Rule of Joseph", and is translated from the Bungumbi language of the Trans-oceanic races of the East as "What have you done for me lately?"
We vigorously reject any notion that this writer has a predilection or a prejudice for his own race or social position or sibling position. After all, it is no fault of mine that I was last born. It was necessary to be close to my parents at a time such as that.
During my trek through life various things have come to my attention and require either abolition or considerable reconstruction. For instance:
(1) While enduring televised material, there are advertisements that include the informative parenthetical, "…and your in-room manure-spreader can be yours for the low, low price of $239.99 if your order now…this is a never before offered discount of over 50%!!! AND if you call with the next 1,600 seconds, we'll throw in another in-home manure spreader ABSOLUTELY FREE!!! THAT'S RIGHT, ABSOLUTELY FREE, (just pay extra fee)."
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| Yes, Virginia those on top are nearing graduation at a major Ivy League University. The frame below is the last graduating class. _________________ |
Of course, when El Gringo Viejo is put in charge of everything, out of respect for free speech and artistic license, I shall imprison anyone who buys anything that is presented as free and then advised that "the following extra fees are required".
All those who are arrested will be placed in zoos where they will be put in charge of "display sanitation", cleaning the cages and precincts of major mammals. They will learn and love the anthem from Chairman Mao, "Oh! How I Love to Carry Dung to the Dung Heap for Chairman Mao" (that was an actual song for children in primary to start the morning).
For our superior Dung Carriers, we shall provide professional improvement programmes including travelling to Russia, where the participants will learn on their familiarisation walk that..."It's a Long Way to Vladivostok, When It's Forty Below."
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(2) CROSS OVER THE BRIDGE:
Many folks might wonder why we have not brought forward pictures and/or news of our place down in NoWhere, Mexico and so forth. Oddly enough, we continue in the same bucket of bureaucratic mud that leaves us in a position of not being able to go down because there is no reasonable assurance that I can return without impediment.
After about two or three weeks of traffic over the bridges on the Texas - Mexican Frontier with a count of 100 or 200 per crossing-point PER DAY…just to-day there were official reports of "wait-time" (a common service by especially AM Radio stations on the Border) back up to the one to two hours for a majority of the international crossing points. That would mean, for instance, at the McAllen - Hidalgo - Reynosa bridge two or three thousand or four thousand vehicles would be crossing back and forth, and the lines were long again, and the time consumed to cross was interminable.
Were I to cross over from Mexico to Texas, the federal officers are required to ask about my immunity papers with reference to the new coronavirus problem, especially knowing that I had been to the interior of Mexico. The officers at the crossing point can tell because my vehicle's windshield will have a Mexican sticker in the upper centre of the windshield that declares the vehicle a Texas vehicle, and it is a legally introduced and operated vehicle in Mexico. Mexico has a similar procedure.
So, then the officer will ask, "Do you have your immunity certificate?" One runs the risk both ways of being an un-dotted "i" or a misspelled word. The Mexican officers are a little more lax or indulgent, although if the wife was horsey and complaining at supper last night, the inspection officer might be a bit grumpy and picky.
One can run, for instance, the chance of being interned and quarantined for two weeks, where, in Texas, I do not know. It is an American federal officer's decision. I might be turned back…relegated to a hotel in downtown Reynosa which is pleasant enough, but a lot of wasted time and money for no good reason.
Over the years, I have been over and across the border literally thousands of times. Our excursion company had, besides my humble self, various employees who served as tour escorts or guides, and we carried to the interior of Mexico and back many thousands of clients…all with an incredibly minuscule amount of molestation or incompetence on the part of the authorities.
So, there we are. Having been totally familiar with this, and that, and the other in terms of crossing over, and crossing back, and visiting, or living in, or being a business counsellor, or owning property and a home that we built in Mexico…suddenly I am leery of my new landscape…on both sides of the Rio Grande (aka: Rio Bravo del Norte). On the other hand, the Methuselah Effect might save me…"Look at that old Geezer. He's been coming and going here since my grandfather was a Customs Officer…I'll bet the Old Geezer has a little Gold Mine down there the Mexican outback."
It has all become terribly confusing.
Many folks might wonder why we have not brought forward pictures and/or news of our place down in NoWhere, Mexico and so forth. Oddly enough, we continue in the same bucket of bureaucratic mud that leaves us in a position of not being able to go down because there is no reasonable assurance that I can return without impediment.
After about two or three weeks of traffic over the bridges on the Texas - Mexican Frontier with a count of 100 or 200 per crossing-point PER DAY…just to-day there were official reports of "wait-time" (a common service by especially AM Radio stations on the Border) back up to the one to two hours for a majority of the international crossing points. That would mean, for instance, at the McAllen - Hidalgo - Reynosa bridge two or three thousand or four thousand vehicles would be crossing back and forth, and the lines were long again, and the time consumed to cross was interminable.
Were I to cross over from Mexico to Texas, the federal officers are required to ask about my immunity papers with reference to the new coronavirus problem, especially knowing that I had been to the interior of Mexico. The officers at the crossing point can tell because my vehicle's windshield will have a Mexican sticker in the upper centre of the windshield that declares the vehicle a Texas vehicle, and it is a legally introduced and operated vehicle in Mexico. Mexico has a similar procedure.
So, then the officer will ask, "Do you have your immunity certificate?" One runs the risk both ways of being an un-dotted "i" or a misspelled word. The Mexican officers are a little more lax or indulgent, although if the wife was horsey and complaining at supper last night, the inspection officer might be a bit grumpy and picky.
One can run, for instance, the chance of being interned and quarantined for two weeks, where, in Texas, I do not know. It is an American federal officer's decision. I might be turned back…relegated to a hotel in downtown Reynosa which is pleasant enough, but a lot of wasted time and money for no good reason.
Over the years, I have been over and across the border literally thousands of times. Our excursion company had, besides my humble self, various employees who served as tour escorts or guides, and we carried to the interior of Mexico and back many thousands of clients…all with an incredibly minuscule amount of molestation or incompetence on the part of the authorities.
So, there we are. Having been totally familiar with this, and that, and the other in terms of crossing over, and crossing back, and visiting, or living in, or being a business counsellor, or owning property and a home that we built in Mexico…suddenly I am leery of my new landscape…on both sides of the Rio Grande (aka: Rio Bravo del Norte). On the other hand, the Methuselah Effect might save me…"Look at that old Geezer. He's been coming and going here since my grandfather was a Customs Officer…I'll bet the Old Geezer has a little Gold Mine down there the Mexican outback."
It has all become terribly confusing.
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We shall more, very quickly if at all possible.
EL GRINGO VIEJO
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