Always Assert, Never Deny

Barry Soetoto before his fundamental transformation
doing his best Frank Sinatra

It is axiomatic for marxists and socialists of all stripes.    "Always assert.  Never deny".  Therefore, we shall watch the  "Romney killed my wife" advertisement, the details will be sorted out, the advertisement will be shown to be not only devoid of fact but an outright lie, but there will be no remorse or admission or apology.   The Obama people will reconstruct and continue to foist the mendacity upon the public.

   "It doesn't matter that Romney was gone from the scene by that time the man lost his job, or that the wife died long after Romney was gone.   None of that matters.   It  does not matter if the union worker was offered a buy-out and refused it.   It doesn't matter if the union worker's wife was working long after the plant was shut down, and that she had insurance, and that none of this has anything to do with Romney.   It just doesn't matter!   It is still proof that people like R0mney have no concern for the little people.   People like Romney do not understand the average American's problems or care about them." 

And!    It doesn't matter whether the charges are true or not.   What matters is the seriousness of the charges.   Can't you people understand?

And!   On top of that.....Remember that Romney never paid any income tax for 10 years.   Everybody knows it.   The Bain Company guy told Harry Reid, man.  That's gotta   say something to you.

And!   Romney was a notorious bully, 50 years ago, everybody already knew all about those episodes.   Mennonites all have that "rowdy period" when the teenagers are allowed to run wild.   Romney took advantage of that and then they covered it up.  Everybody knows about it and that's why they have to keep it secret.

And!    Do you think that anyone who would tie a dog to the roof of a car and drive 1,000 miles just to let his kids get their kicks out of watching a dog suffer would give a flip about you or your family.   It's the way rich people are.  Didn't you ever read anything by F. Scott Fitzgerald?   Don't you know anything about Gatsby?

And!    If Mrs. Romney had to choose between her horse or your kid drowning in the swimming pool....who do you know she would choose?   Huh?  Huh?  These people belong to a sacrificial cult, man.  The Amish are a sacrificial polygamist cult.   They eat babies, man.  That's why they have to have so many wives, man.   Sheeesh!  Can't you understand anything?

And!   If you have any problem with anything I said here, you took my statements out of context.   And I'm not taking any of it back.  And I never said it.

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This is how Miss Flukie, Pelosi, Wasserman, Biden, Reid, and Co. think.    There is no cure.  They are terminally deranged.    It is a prerequisite to being a socialist.   All socialists are deranged.   National socialists, Bolshevik socialists, Trotskyite socialists, Maoists, Sendero Luminoso, every little factional Committee for the Liberation of Dumpovia, Hugo, Fidel, ad infinitum.    All deranged.  It is required.

     Let us remember that this entire "Romney killed my wife" tactic is an echo of Barry Soetoto telling the world in his "Dreams of My Father" book that Barry's poor mother died because the insurance company would not give her coverage because her problem was part of a continuing or pre-existing condition.   It was a lie.   It was a damned lie.

     Barry's entire life since Occidental has been a scripted, Manchurian candidate lie.   It is so big that we cannot see it as country.   It is so insidious that reasonable people cannot believe it.   See it.    Believe it.   We have our own personal Hugo Chavez.   Everything Barry says and does is like that exercise actors do when they face each other and mirror each other's movements.   Barry and Hugo.   Barry and Nicolai.   Barry and Maxmilien Robespierre.

Maxmilien Robespierre.
Jacobin leader of the French Revolution

A true brother-in-arms to Barry, pictured above.
Thanks for your continued attention and willingness to dilute the ire of an old man.
El Gringo Viejo

Odds and Ends from Our Last Stay in Mexico

During the drive down and back, and during my stay, all of the normal difficulties and pleasantries were encountered, of course.   The dogs jump up on an arriving person delivering preferred dog food and doggy treats.   Little matter that they have been told not to jump up, it is very difficult to constrain them during those first moments.

     Next, one could note that the ample rains of the late-Spring, early Summer had caused the flamboyan trees to set a second blossoming.   So the approach to the Quinta was enhanced by that and other flowering things.   My mother's favourite vine, the corona vine, had invaded very heavily in all the usual places and the pinkish banks of blooms were actually shimmering in the mid-day heat as we arrived.   So all of that was nice.   The only problem is that my flamboyan trees were not blooming, save for the one "down below" , and it was only a marginal blush.    One has to repeat, "All good things come to those who wait", several times.

    Next, the work Alvaro had put in to extend the water line around to the front of the house has proven to be a magnificent improvement.  It has cut down on about 30 minutes of hose manoeuvring every day or two.   It has also improved the constancy of flow in the interior of the Quinta.   Before the pressure of the showers and lavatories would wax and wane under normal delivery about once every 20 seconds.    This is not from fire-hose to dribble, but still a significant variation in pressure.   Now, a person can take a five minute shower and perhaps detect one recharge of pressure, or perhaps not.

     Then during the entire three weeks and a fraction, with high winds, lightning in the area, heavy rains once or twice, and other vagaries of man, beast , and nature we lost power only once and that was because one of the two big fuses in my breaker box at the in-feed had slipped down a little too far and lost contact.  El Gringo Viejo is extremely technically competent, so he went through his safety procedures and moved the fuse back up about a half-inch and saved the day.   Utter brilliance.

     Upon arriving, it was noticed that after ten years of effort, Alvaro and to a lesser extent your humble servant managed to have created what was desired.   Our corridor feels like a tunnel, formed by the wall of the house and a high wall of flowering vegetation at the very edge of the corridor to the outside.    And, our parking/front patio area directly in front of the "manor house" appears to be a canyon due to the enclosure formed by high trees and bushes.    While too much might be made about the growies and flowering things, our motive goes a little beyond banal poofyism.    Every tree, bush, and flowering plant produces a blooming that attracts huge numbers of bees, butterflies, hummingbirds, and hundreds of bird species right to nearly arm's reach of our visitors.    It is one of the best passive shows in the Bed and Brunch business.

      Neither does El Gringo Viejo seek to coldly justify the plants and the outfall from their existence in economic or even logical terms.   It is just totally pleasant.   Quiet.  Enveloping without being claustrophobic.   Even the owner of the place can actually sit for an hour and a half and enjoy the comings, goings, and stayings of the interesting beasts, small and great.

      On our last night there, a couple drove up at a point nearing day's end.  This required putting on a shirt and my "good cap" and going out to the "porton" (main gate).   The visitors were a Mexican couple, well-presented, driving a nice late model Ford pick-up.   They said that they had been told about the Quinta Tesoro de la Sierra Madre by various friends and decided to stop by on their way back from Monterrey to their home in Tampico. 

     While we are situated almost "on the way" it is still about a true 50 - 60 minutes of going and coming time to drive to the Quinta from the main trajectory.   We unlocked the porton and invited the couple in.   The lady was effusive in her "oowing and wowing".   And, in fact, they were in luck.   We still had the sprinkler running with the last half hour of the daily water delivery, so everything was watered and the "emerald island" to the front of the house (our big patch of carpet grass) was glistening.   Everything was showing at its best.   Alvaro's Labrador, BiBi, did not bark or jump up, choosing instead to be formal, friendly, and serious, with only dignified moderate tail-wagging.

      Diana told me to always turn the fan on in the guest room right after the arrival of any visitor so that the room would feel fresh and coolish in the Summer especially.   I asked the folks to wait a second, accomplished that duty, and then let them in to general entrance to the main part of the house.   They seemed confused a bit, because I always take off my shoes before entering, and essentially walk around in my socks, but they were informed that the could keep their shoes on.   They seemed really overwhelmed at the archaic construction, engineering, and material, the glistening glossy white painted walls, the cane roof, the parts of the interior walls that still had exposed adobe blocks, and the cats, and the simplicity of the place.

     Then they were conducted down the corridor to the guest room where the old, colonial style double doors open to a similar, but smaller and more whimsical setting.   The lady especially was effusive, but it must be said that her husband was also humoured.  He repeated several times "amazing" while the lady's favourite reaction was "enchanting".  They sat on the beds, the chairs.   They commented on the coolness.   "Your air conditioner works really well for such a small unit."    Then they were all but incredulous when I told them that only the stand fan was on, and showed  them that the air conditioner was un-plugged.   The wife joked that she wanted to remodel their master bath in Tampico like the one in the guest room.   I'm afraid that, no matter how neat that sounds, it really is far to retro to actually live with.   But for a few days, weeks, or a month it is very pleasant....like a sane Alice in Wonderland setting.

     We arranged a couple of those wide, heavy plastic white chairs with a little antique table between them.   They accepted the offer of a cold beer.  While the host sat on his overturned 5 gallon paint bucket, we talked at some length about the "situation"  and the elections past and the weather.   Hummingbirds came up to within 2 or 3 feet of them, much to their delight.   BiBi curled up beside the man's chair and Smokey the Cat actually came and all but sat on the lady's feet.    Another couple of the little Corona beers (7 ounce), and some pointing out of the avocado's production and other stories about the plants and the birds and butterflies brought us into darkness.   All three of the corridor lights were on, and the first cool, light breezes were having their effect.   "Well, I guess it's on to Tampico.   We can call you or email at the numbers on this card?   We will come back, maybe during All Saints,  because we have some people buried here, and we'll be fixing up the graves and having a little get together."   They were advised that that was, not too oddly, one of our most demanded times, and that it would be a pleasure to have them.   The cemetery is within walking distance....a bit long...maybe 400 yards, but easily done.   They said that they would probably prefer to have the all-inclusive deal when they came back, and we went back to the gate, along with BiBi the Labrador.   The lady said, "This is enchanting.   It's as good or better than the Hacienda."

     "You are too kind.   You all are not concerned about the "situation"?" they were asked.  Just a two or three months before there would have been no one driving at night on into Tampico, another two hours away.

     "No.   Things have gotten so much better, we said to ourselves, '....let's stop being prisoners.  The highway was full when we drove to Monterrey a week ago, and we did most of that at night.   You just have to be realistic.   There are fewer and fewer incidents.  It's gone back to a gang crime thing in the bad neighbourhoods in the cities.   So we've just decided to be reasonable and go and come as we wish.   Prudence and reason."

      El Gringo Viejo responds, "That's my position."   They departed after warm handshakes and waves, and BiBi finally expressing some emotion, laughing and barking, bounding beside them as they pulled away on the early evening drive home.   It had been a pleasant interlude.  A Summer's encounter on the face of the Sierra Madre Oriental.

     Somewhat continuing in the same vein, our drive back up the next day was a series of encounters with very heavy deployments of very heavily armed and equipped Army personnel.   Traffic was moderately heavy, especially commercial traffic.   There was a lot of private traffic heading south, mainly middle and upper income people coming back from shopping in McAllen and elsewhere in Texas and preparing for this week's registrations and re-openning of school sessions.   The first-class and deluxe bus count that we met as we were going down about a month ago for the four hour drive was 42 busses, and going back up it was an almost equivalent 46.   That will give a person an idea of how much traffic and humanity is moving on the highways.    So, as Yogi would say, "Normalcy seems to be starting to be the normal norm again."

     It is well to see the doubling and tripling down of the military, even after the elections, in these areas that have had so much infestation.    Perhaps Pen~a Nieto will be wise enough to "keep squeezing the neck" until the beast stops breathing.   It would be a shame to lose the gains that have been made in order to have "peace in our time".

FINALLY, various agencies, Mexican and foreign, have confirmed that our area...actually centered a little to the north by a few miles....has been being beset by minor to nearly moderate earthquakes for the past  four or five years.   It has been El Gringo Viejo's certain opinion and observation, sometimes verified by the Mexican Seismic Institute on rare occasion, for some time now.  It is an egg-shaped area about thirty miles long, running north-northwest to south-southeast to a point just barely including the Santa Engracia (us) area in the south part.   The range of the quakes is from 1.9 to as high as a rare 4.0, sometimes as many as three or four times per week.  So...so much for frakking....because there is no drilling for oil or gas within 90 miles in any direction of that zone.    It has to do with mountain growth and tectonics, as my departed brother stated several years ago.   So there we are.

There will be more later about these and other matters, probably over at the barbacoa and menudo place later tonight or tomorrow.   Thanks so much to everyone for your time and interest.

El Gringo Viejo

Ghoulish, arrogant Democrats

We should all know that Obama is bad to the core and anti-American.

    We have been told that Bill and Hillary were "good Democrats" and were moderates.   Billy "gave" us welfare reform.  Hillary "tried" to give us free medical care.   Billy even showed people a card and declared that he could not understand  why the Republicans would not let the American people have this little card in order to obtain any and all medical care to which they are entitled.

     The fact is that Billy Jeff did not "give" us welfare reform.   He vetoed very weak and watered down, compromised to the hilt welfare reform bills sent to him by the newly Republican Congress, twice.   On the third try, with a slightly stronger bill coming at him, he adopted the cause as his own and showed his knack for reaching across the aisle and being reasonable.   He was always adept at being decisive, especially when he had no choice to do otherwise.

     Hillary really, really wanted to give us free medical care.   When asked how small businesses would be able to pay the massive participation fees, or if her proposals would wreck and destroy small and medium sized firms throughout the Nation, she snarled, "I'm not responsible for every little under-financed business in this country".    It was reminiscent of her "What do you expect me to do?  Stay home and bake cookies?"  Both her responses were similar to many others that showed she had no interest of any kind in anything beyond reducing America to a nation of two classes....serfs and the elite.   She intended to be among the elite.

     The Democrat National Socialist Party never changes its tune.   Republicans want to kill you and we want to give you everything you need, for free.   We are stuck now with a Democrat alternative that is worse even than the Clintons.   Hillary had no qualms about evidence tampering or mendacity before a grand jury in any of her various issues with her personal and professional conduct.  Pulling confidential personnel files from the FBI and releasing very private, and also very incorrect, information about private individuals is, to her, just the cost of doing business.   Billy Jeff is the same.

     The only reason that Billy Jeff and Hillary and their posse are not mounting a challenge against this hideous excuse of a Presidency is because the Chicago Crowd is slightly smarter and 100 times more vicious....and criminal.    The President's private home in Chicago was "sweethearted" to him by a gangster who is in prison now....for the sake of Jumping  Jehoshaphat.  Had that been George Bush...George would have been sitting in Angola Prison in Louisiana for the next 300 years.

      Shades of Torricelli whining about people questioning his honour as a Senator for the people of New Jersey when he was accused of taking bribes.   A little later when it became obvious that he was not only guilty, he was very, very guilty of those charges and many more, he finally resigned his seat.   The improvement was Corzine.   But, since Torricelli is a Democrat, he was not sent to prison for taking bribes.   For some reason the Chinaman who gave him the gifts went to prison, BUT THE GUY WHO TOOK THE GIFTS and MONEY ALSO APPARENTLY MANAGED TO TAKE A PASS.   Shades of Marc Rich....Eric Holder's greatist legal accomplishment.   Check here to refresh your memories:

 http://www.nationalreview.com/articles/226728/unpardonable-holders-marc-rich-shuffle/andrew-c-mccarthy .

     The main and perhaps quintessential reason why Hillary and Billy Jeff did not even make the try to regain their rightful residence is because  of the fear of mortal retaliation and/or the release of literal tonnes of secret documentation concerning the Clintons' involvements in hundreds of felony acts.    There can be no other reason, when it is obvious that Hillary would have defeated Obama 60/40 in the Democrat Primaries during these times.   Her campaign slogan....?    "Hope and Change? You gotta be kidding".    So they got the word....maybe about Vince Foster, maybe about Whitewater, maybe about Jim Douglas, maybe about some aeroplane crashing in Croatia with Ron Brown....who had just decided to go State against Hillary and Bill concerning a matter about taking illegal Red Chinese campaign contributions, among other things. Please refer to the following:

Clinton's Fake Tears

Clinton's fake tears at Ron Brown's funeral.  

The man to his left is a liberation theologist,

 spiritual counsellor who help Clinton

 during the Lewinski mess.   "Carry

 the Bible with you, Bill."

     The final thing about all of this, while remembering that Mrs. Clinton has never really practised law since life in the White House....Bill was disbarred and fined by a judge in Arkansas for rendering misleading testimony....is that the Clintons know how to play "final solution" type politics.   The Obama machine....which actually has little to do with Obama, who is essentially a little voodoo wind-up, fronting for very extreme marxist interests and who is permitted to read teleprompters full of platitudes...knows "final solution" political measures much better and they are much less reluctant to use them.

Written in full lament.
El Gringo Viejo 

Other Activities Qualifiying Applicants for Public Assistance

In keeping with the Administration's desire to make the qualification for participation in public assistance programmes a kinder and gentler process for the oppressed, the minorities, the Lesbian Eskimos with six fingers on each hand, and other neglected communities of need, El Gringo Viejo has forwarded some additional qualifying activities that will qualify as "work" or "active job search" as required for welfare payments.

     (1)     Moving the applicant's meth-lab so as to avoid detection by the constabulary or other competitor gangs.

     (2)      Beating up of  baby mothers so as to extract the applicant's percentage of AFDC due as the agreed "finder's fee" for making said baby mother pregnant.

     (3)      Searching for those extra Lone Star Cards (food stamps) that cannot be found, when the applicant is certain that he or she put them somewhere in the project apartment.   Nothing but beer cans and broken crack pipes....no Cards.

     (4)     Having to return calls to the public assistance agency to find out why the applicant's other check under the false name has not arrived on time.    A real inconvenience.

    (5)     Co-ordinating the scratching off of lottery tickets while running ten bingo cards simultaneously down at the parlour, while explaining to the applicant's grandmother that all were bought with the grandmother's Social Security and SSI checks.  Man! Talk about multi-tasking stress!

    (6)      Moving the 468 inch flat screen television into the bathroom.   And then putting in the 1032 inch into the living room.  A real chore.

    (7)      Rounding up all the beer and malt liquor cans around the house every three days to take down to the salvage.  Sometimes the buggers roll under the sofa, behind the toilet, and other hard to get to places.   Really inconvenient.

    (8)    Changing applicant's baby's diapers every other day without fail.   A real challenge when there are four in diapers in the house at the same time.   Why can't they change themselves?

    (9)     Feeling sad or attending therapy and counselling when people mutter "white trash" or other pejoratives while waiting for the applicant to check through 312 dollars worth of chips, Cokes, smoked oysters, and such necessities....and then waiting while the applicant tries four or five different Lone Star Cards before she or he finds one that works.

     Remember.    Gaming the public assistance system can be really, really hard work.

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We were advised the other day by some grand poobah in the administration that as much as six percent of the food stamp program might be being defrauded by "unscrupulous" vendor practises.    Fact is, the entire program is fraudulent.  Participant fraud in the area where we live is easily in the area of 50% by what we witness alone.

El Gringo Viejo

Madness of Lunacy

    We are back from the tropical wonderland.  All is well, hot with a few showers on the last couple of days.

      It has been stunning to observe during the past few days how the obsolete press and the Democrats (redundant?) have lock into a cause that is equally mendacious as it is destructive. The notion that Mitt Romney did not pay any income tax in ten years is preposterous.   To say that "somebody told me" is the new standard for authoritative evidence is preposterous.  Anyone with an IQ almost as high as a dead rock can see through this sham.

     The value of the charges are further defined by the kind words of Nancy Pelosi, who also declares that the charges are true because they must be.   Although she does not disclose her tax situation, being second in line behind the Vice-President,  in the line of succession, she would probably argue that her tax situation is not pertinent to this argument because she is a Roman Catholic.

     Solution?   A brief statement from anyone who can stand up and say to the gaggle of fools and their lackeys the press,"If the Internal Revenue Service does not have any problem with Mr. Romney's tax filings, then where is the issue?    Also, if Mr. Reid knows with certainty that there is a failure by Mr. Romney to have paid his taxes, he should tell the IRS.   His failure to do so is, in itself, a criminal act.   If Mr. Reid's "very reliable source"  knows that Mr. Romney or anyone else, has not paid taxes to the United States government for the past 10 years, that person is remiss in not having informed the IRS of such a matter.   It would serve both Mr. Reid and his informant to bring this matter to the attention of the IRS because there would probably be a sizable bounty paid to them as well.

     "We could further suggest that Mr. Reid and Mrs. Pelosi refer the matter to Mr. Eric Holder, their own very reliable Attorney General whose prosecution of so many important cases and his quick action in the Solyndra matter, among scores of others, has been been so incredibly....noteworthy.

      "We further urge that Mr. Reid consider that Mr. Romney has made more charitable contributions in the last ten years than Mr. Reid has ever made or will ever make.   Mr. Reid, in his own right, is a considerable financial genius, having parleyed his 190,000 dollar per year salary into an extensive 8 figure estate.   His theatre of operations was within the a series of very peculiar insider real estate transactions in Las Vegas area."

Sheesh!

El Gringo Viejo



What Is Left Out (cleaned up)

Mr. Romney and even a few "reasonable conservative commentators" fail in their necessary attack on Barak Hussein Obama's off-the-prompter rant on several levels.   This is to be expected because the marxists, Chicago thug-operatives, and union-thug operatives are permitted to lie, cheat, and steal by the "watchdog press" but they will carpet bomb anyone who remotely suggests that the White House is under the command of a substantially psychotic marxist.   This is in keeping with the true observation that the left loathes truth and worships mendacity.

     To begin, we are told by the fellow travellers and useful idiots (Uncles Joe's name for them, not mine) that Barry really is a likable guy, and he did not mean that he had it in for people who are "successful" or who have high incomes or who might be what we call "rich''.

     POPPYCOCK!    He means every word of it and more.   During his amble off the Hacienda de la Telepromptera he fell into a common marxist rant.    It has been said many times, many ways.   El Gringo Viejo can type up something from just the gentle winds, blowing long-dead leaves around in the gardens of his mind....such as..."They can't do it alone...you can't do it alone...the government accompanies each comrade to security and correct relevance in society.  And further, the wealthy....those lucky ones who have made it on the backs of those who build the roads and bridges and tunnels and railroads....should pay their fair share....Pay back to the ones who sweat and bleed so that they can feed a few crumbs to their families, while the rich are having brunch on caviar and champagne, aboard their yachts...sailing in channels dredged by boatmen with blisters and callouses.   The time has come for them to pay a little something to the rest of us who made it possible!!!"

     It is an old, old, old saw.   Every type of socialist demagogue in the history of socialist demagoguery has said what Barak Hussein Obama said on Friday past, or what El Gringo Viejo has written in the above paragraph.

     They hate success.   They hate beauty.  They hate dignity.  They hate self-sufficiency. They hate rules that bind.  They hate cleanliness.  They hate private property.   They hate self-defense.   They hate religion that points to an eternity.  They hate profit.  They hate correct order.

      They love failure without redemption.  They love hideousness. They revel in coarseness.  They love 'community interdependency(?)',  They love licentiousness.   They love filth, litter, and rotting garbage.   They love public domain.  They love for someone to come to protect them.   They love "churches" who worry more about how to feed 300 pound 5th graders than they worry about parishioner's souls.   They love "non-profits".   They love disorder.

     The capitol building, and there are many, of their domain is every downtown area of every city of 250,000 in America, where one group or another that has been "helped" by marxist,, spread the wealth, social engineering, urban renewal, kinder and gentler caring programs has brought ruin.   Grafitti, abandoned buildings, drug addiction, harlotry of unimaginable dimensions, housing "projects" that are something akin to inverse, convoluted prisons and zoos, where optimism is a 12 year old hoping that he will be killed sooner rather than later.    Illiterate teachers teaching pregnant 11 year old girls and 13 year old boys who are contemplating who they will kill tonight in that "other gang" seven blocks away, are legacy monuments to their "New Deals".

    In the hootsey-tootsey universities, every year,the same marxists teach a new batch of arrogant, spoiled, lazy, and narcissistic slugs that they have a right to have my daughter pay for their birth control pills.  They are taught that discimination and racism and one certain pejorative word leads people to a life of poverty, despair, and exploitation, and that it is endemic only to America, and it is caused by white people and especially white people who are either self-sufficient or wealthy.  The song never changes.   It simply waits to be heard by a new sophomoric batch of slugs who "discover" poverty and discrimination and strike out to destroy the cause....America and wealth and productivity.    It is how fewer than 0.000000001% of the population can assume the mantle of "We are the 99%".  Over and over.

There is a song from the grooveyard of Rock and Roll, the linkage to which I include here:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pxZYs-rz3hc

                                                               

     It is truly over and over and over again.   The leftists, all stripes and types and shades of pink and red, never stop oozing through the cracks with the same programs, projects, and historically success-proof solutions to problems that most frequently either do not exist or that are temporal or which have causes that cannot be abated.   Diego Rivera began his professional artistic career with serious, stunning works.   Better than Picasso, when both were guided more by the classic and impressionist instincts that they had early on.
     But Diego began his march to the left, "alliance with the poor (snickering up the sleeve)".  One work that marks kind of a pivot point for Diego is "A Sunday Afternoon in Alameda Park" which was a rough attempt at a historograph of Mexico up to the 1940s.  It begins to show much of his disdain for the ostentatiously wealthy.   He had little difficulty in approving his own ostentation, however, which grew in terms of wealthy and not-s0-wealthy young women, fine liquor, comfortable living, and hobnobbing with extremely wealthy "progressives" and communists like him.

Sunday in the Alameda Park
   (still quite an event in the middle of downtown Mexico City)

    Now, for Diego and Frida and Barak and Michelle,  I pay taxes to keep the schools open, and I have no children in the banal child-feeding depositories that are called schools.    My wife and I paid and pay income taxes, and other taxes, and we set up businesses that ran pretty well, and we hired people, paid commissions, provided social security payments, indirectly paid significant portions of the wages and profits and taxes of our providers and suppliers.    We paid more than the normal person at each turn than what was paid by the standard direct and indirect tax payer.    We were fairly minor players, to be sure, but we were players.
     They wealthy pay for the bridges and tunnels and highways at a far greater rate and proportion than the "common man" that the Obamatrons dream up in their imaginations.   If the common man does not want to  be a recipient of "share the wealth" schemes of the Obamas and the "progressives"....and he dreams of setting up his own plumbing contracting firm, HE IS INSTANTLY SLIMED, DEFAMED, DENIGRATED BY THE NATIONAL MAINSTREAM MEDIA WHO IMMEDIATELY CRAWLS INTO EVERY CORNER OF HIS PRIVATE LIFE AND SCORNS HIM BECAUSE HE IS NOT ALREADY WHAT HE HOPES TO BECOME...follow that logic.   Yes, we remember Joe the Plumber.   And Michelle LaVaughn Robinson's "All this for a flag...?" sneering statement....and "For the first time in my adult life I am finally proud of my country".  They hate America.  They hate self-sufficiency.  They hate self-reliance.

     No, Mr. Obama....I do not owe any more than what was paid.   We paid more than most.  Furthermore, consider that oil companies have paid over 1/2 of a  trillion dollars in "infrastructure taxes" in the past decade, but you and yours would strive to either nationalise or destroy that noble industry.  EXXON has paid 40,000,000,000 (40 billion) USD in national and State and local taxes in the last ten years, by itself.
     Our concern is for the producers.   And not only the large, medium, and small business people.   Our concern is for the skilled workers...the guys (and gals) who go down and finally qualify for their underwater welding certification.....their HVAC....their HAZMAT diploma....their LVN....their Cosmetologist licence...and on and on .....THESE ARE THE PEOPLE WHO MAKE IT WORK!!!     While we recognise that some of this certification, in and of itself, represents meddling by government, the little certificate of successful completion, the diploma of qualification...those seemingly little insignificant pieces of paper represent badges of physical and intellectual honour.   The are not insignificant pieces of paper.   THEY REPRESENT SELF-SUFFICIENCY, COMPETENCE AND NOTICE BEING SERVED THAT "I can take care of me and mine, thank you!"
NO MORE GOVERNMENT MEDDLING.   WE CAN DO IT.....AND WILL DO IT....WITHOUT GOVERNMENT!

THIS ANNOUNCEMENT BROUGHT TO YOU BY LOPEZ LAWN, GARDEN, AND LANDSCAPING SERVICE.   39 YEARS of OUR FAMILY MAKING YOUR FAMILY LOOK GREAT!

I will calm down...I will calm down....I will calm down....and prepare to go down, on Friday, to my last life project of building and  maintaining an adobe mini-mansion "B and B" with low-tech themes to impulse locals to "go back to their future" and take advantage of a better way to build.   Then they make a lot of money and come up to Texas to buy things, and then Gringos come down and watch birds the Gringos don't have...and it becomes a perpetual motion machine.   I will calm down....I will calm down...

El Gringo Viejo