Saturday, 23 March 2013

Sadat, Mubarak...Muslims, Jews: All victims of Muslim Brotherhood

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Folks, sometimes El Gringo Viejo has to stand back look at it clearly.


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 Almost spooky, this early
portrait of T. E. Lawrence
and its simililarity to the
likeness of Peter O'toole
   To begin this blog entry, and end it quickly....at least as quickly as a long-winded blowhard can be quick, there was no "Palestinian displacement" .   There were swarms of people who drifted in and around the areas connecting the Bedouin Tribal areas, and inside of, and in and out of, Lebanon, Syria, Jordan, Egypt, the Gaza Strip, the Suez-Aqaba deserts, as well as other areas of north of the Sahara Africa.    But by the time of the twixting of World Wars I and II, large numbers of Jordanians, Lebanese, Cypriot Orthodox, and people of various political persuasions....democratic, monarchical, communist, social democratic, anti-colonial, pro-colonial, and many, many other groups were converging on the ancient land marked on the maps of the day as "Palestine".   This was because the area was a mecca (so to speak) for intrique, investment, traffick and trading.   There was also a intresting remnant of the "Chosen People", established as long time traders, shop keepers, antiquities dealers, "brokers" of "you name it", and even agriculturalists.  Many, if not most or all, were on a friendly and/or functional footing with the Arabs.  Friendships between Hebrews and Mohammedans were not commentworthy due to their commonaility.  
   
     We are led to believe that the Palestinians are a sub-group of the Arab sub-race of the Caucasian race, somehow.  But it is not.    It has been implied that the Palestinians are the Philistines of the Old Testament.   They were the ones who tormented, and who were tormented by, Samson, weren't they?
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The ever-enigmatic, Lt. Col.
T.E. Lawrence, as he
appeared in 1918
     The word "Palestinian" pertains to that which is relevant to a geographical area known as Palestine.   It is an area pretty much contained within and around another geographical area known as Judea and Israel.

     Of the Arabs, we refer you to the movie about  and the works of T.E.  Lawrence, and to his peculiar, incredible-but-true, life among the Arabs and lesser tribes, such as British and French politicians, throughout the area of Palestine.   Much of Gone With the Wind and much of Lawrnce of Arabia tell substantially and essentially true stories, both the literary works and the related motion pictures.
     T. E. Lawrence's book, Seven Pillars also provides excellent insight into the concept of "Palestne" and "Palestinian" up to the period of the arrival of Ben Gurion and the Israelite Zionist returnees to Moses's Land of Milk and Honey at the end of World War II.   Lawrence's entire episode in Arabia, as an archaeologist, as an intellectual analysts, and as a passive spy for British intelligence during the time leading up to the shots heard 'round the World, the assassination of   Archduke Francoise Fernando von Habsburg, Prince of The Austria-Hungarian Empire.  shot that was heard round the world, and his wife.  (Of interest, in a Kennedyesque twist, Francoise Fernando von Habsburg was the brother of  Franz Josef, the Emperor of Austria - Hungary and Maximilian I, Emperor of Mexico, who was executed by Benito Juarez Garcia, President of Mexico and Commander in Chief of the Republican Governmental Armies of Mexico).
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T.E. Lawrence, 1912 at
an archeological site
in northern part
of Syria
     As things deteriorated in Europe and the Middle East, T. E. Lawrence continued his studies both of the area's archeology and the nature of roads, railroads, and watering holes (oasese) of Syria, Iraq, Jordan, and.....Palestine.  The only great groups of Arabs and non-Arabs in and around Palestine had their sheiks or were Greeks like Cleopatra, or Kurds, or other such known groups.    Lawrence and his work-mates would have referred to the areas as Ottoman (Turkish, Kurdish, and Armenian), Trans-Mesopotamia (Syria and Iraq) and the "Levant" which is the trans-Jordanian area along with Palestine.  The last-named districts were nominally under the possession of Turkey of the Ottomans in those times.   The Ottoman Turks were Muslim but they did not mix well with the "rag-heads" as they referred to the Arabs....(the term did not originate with Bubba and Jethro down at the bar)....nor did they get along with the wiry and wily Sheiks of various small but significant Bedouin tribes nor with the various Emirs of the lands deeper into the Suez-trans Red Sea lands.   The Emirs composed a solid block of tiny emirates that were independent of one another but which could and did, in large part, unite quickly to form a common diplomatic and military front....a formidable one.

    But!  and allow us to quickly restate...the people to whom we refer in these times as "Palestinians' are called such, not because of the OROGs's ignorance or El Gringo Viejo's ignorance, but because of the wilful transmittal of terms by the leftist American and international Obsolete Press.   It started with Abdul Gammel Nasser who allowed himself to be a satrap for the Bolshies in the 1950s...selling himself and the Egyptians to the Kremlin for a few pieces of silver and a useless pharaonic pyramid known as the Aswan Dam on the Nile.  The Bolshies somewhat skillfully and somewhat by accident managed to tap into the animosity being expressed at the Jews du jour....who happened to be Jews.

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900,000 people fled the coming war to
 drive the Jews into the Mediterranean
 Sea.  "To-day we annihilate the
  Jews, and to-morrow we
 return toPalestine. 
    Hordes of displaced people, some involved with the Ottoman rule, others displaced by the anti-colonial movements, especially in Algeria....and even Libya flocked into the trans-Suez and eastern Egypt and the Gaza Strip.   Truth be told....not one Arabian country wanted these people around.   The Brits, French and the various heads of the strangely shaped new settlement countries in the old Ottoman Empire began to settle on lines, capitals, and the new satraps, aka "royal houses"...and/or "political leaders with realistic orientations,"  but no one wanted the swirling unwashed masses.
    One place where there was some acceptance of Arabs living somewhere was in the new Zion....in the Jewish Republic of Israel.   To be sure, these were long-time Arabs with a record of co-operation and/or at least acceptance of Jews as neighbours.   They would have been the people of trades, shops, dealers and brokers of antiquities, and professionals...such as doctors, teachers, and archaeological analysts.

     This was the backdrop to the events before 1950 when the Arab countries surrounding the newly formed State of Israel all decided to express the will of the people of the region and drive the Jews into the Mediterranean Sea.    A simultaneous offencive was launched by forces totalling populations roughly 50 times the size of the population of Israel.   The Arabs living in the new Zionist State were warned to leave, because soon, the entire country would be laid waste so as to purify it from the contamination of Jew sandals.
File:Shah Abbas Horse.jpg     Those who chose to leave, perhaps were being reasonable, because no one would like to be purified after first being lain waste.    And, any reasonable Gentile even would have had to bet on the great knights of the desert, scimitars glistening in the rays of the crescent moon.   Those scimitars would have come at the Israelis in the form of French, British, and Russian armaments...including tanks, MIGs, all nature of mortar and artillery, while the boots on the ground favoured the Arabian Putsch to be a 15 to 1 advantage.  Everybody knew that Jews could not fight and even worse....would not fight.
     When it was all over....in a matter of days...the entire Arabian Nights story had become something more like arabian nightmares.  All the armies assaulting Israel had been either destroyed or almost destroyed.   A couple of the armies were a legitimate AAA minor league rating...while the Jews had not even played a game at semi-pro level.   It was a dark humiliation from which most of the  Arab world has not recovered...and perhaps  will never recover.
     For so long as the Israelis do not become flabby and effeminised as have the  Americans and the British in these early moments of the new millennium there is a chance that the little country can continue to play the role of David against it surrounding potential Goliaths.   Indications are that such an even might well be underway...with more and more Israeli youth opting to find ways of avoiding military service.

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      After this war, the 900,000 people who had left Israel to await its destruction, still wait.  They are lethargic, serfs of deranged religious extremists.  Their population is comprised in large part by parents who celebrate the "success" of a son or daughter by how many Jews he or she killed with the homicide vest blew up in the bus.

Two Draculene Hags for the price
of several millions and billions
of other peoples' money
and futres
      Sixty years have gone by, and the camps, hovels, and labyrinth of bunny trails connecting hovels made of cinder block in what had been intended to be, at best, temporary facilities for a month or two....now celebrate the birth of another potential homicide bomber great-grandson.   Four...even five generations....occupy these dismal places.   They live by taking....having essentially been on welfare the entire time.   The live as vassals of the bloodthirsty religious nuts of Hezbollah and Jamas....surrounded completely by moral and material corruption, decadence, and dysfuntion.    The people are essentially held hostage, even allow themselves to be held hostage, by one mafia that is secular, marxist, Jew-hating, America-hating and that controls hundreds of millions of dollars of "charity'' contributions.   Four million and some odd people now....still waiting still waiting to go back and destroy the buildings, farms, industries, schools, shops, and other structures and places put into place by a small group of people who apparently have more intelligence, concentration on objectives, and willingness to move in a positive direction.
     AND.....These "refugees" are also held hostage by severely mentally ill religious maniacs who will murder a 10 year old girl because she was taken to Tel Aviv for a kidney transplant.   She was tortured and stoned and hacked to death because she was "unclean" being part Jew and only part human.   These things go on day in and day out in the refugee camps.....And the proof...the slob, bleach blonde, prostitute looking widow of Yassir Arafat...one of the greatest of all charlatan....is still working through the two billion and then some dollars that he raked off the top and the bottom of every farthing that came into the PLO treasury.   And his hag wife is in a corner suite in the Ritz in Paris, going shopping every day.   She bought a villa somewhere not far from Cannes a year or two ago, and it is said that degenerate fiestas go on non-stop during her stays there.  She has been run out of Tunisia and essentially from Gaza by politicians and social elements, ostensibly (1) for marrying the Tunisian President's brother or brother-in-law without the necessary protocols. (2) for not cutting in old friends and others on the honey pot of shekels left by Arafat's grimy fingers handling the money for the PLO....and (3) for generally putting plenty of flesh on the bones, so to speak, about how the Arafats always did live large, by her very public displays of hedonism and self-indulgence.
Arc Triomphe.jpg     At the time  of Yasser Arafat's death, he was giving his wife something in the order of 100,000 USD per month for her personal walking around money in Europe.  She stayed for a year, taking out either one-half or one entire floor of a top-line hotel in Paris, on the Champs Elysee at the cost of 9,000 USD per night.   She later bought a flat on the Champs Elysee, within less than a stone's throw from the Arc du Triumph.   Just to be on the safe side, she also has bought a mansion in the area of Paris associated with the titled people.   She is French, schooled in a fine Roman Catholic college,  converted to Greek Orthodox, and then to Islam, and now to consumption and profligacy.
 
     The wealth is nothing negative in and of itself, of course.  The only problem with the entire issue is that it is  money that is essentially stolen.   Like Hillary, making false billings at the Rose Law firm in Arkansas,  both women are certain that anything that they want, is theirs.  Mrs. Arafat had her one and only child in Paris in a private hospital that cost 2,000 dollars a night just for the hotel part of the deal.  PLO money paid for it.  She stated that she was not heroic enough to have a baby surrounded by all the filth in Gaza.   Rather much like Hillary snarling about how her socialised medicine plan would leave a lot of small businesses in the lurch, and probably cause them to shut down, she snipped,"I'm not responsible for making all those little under-capitalised businesses run correctly".    You know....like baking cookies.
 
     All of the people in all of the refugee camps surrounding Israel are willing prisoners and lambs.   Were it to have been 140,000 Japanese Americans interned in a detention facility, the camps would be clean, flowers, social co-operation would be the rule, there would even be prosperity.    The Vietnamese refugees who came over to the United States after the US Congress sided with the communist North Vietnamese and cut off military support for the South.   The Vietnamese who came here, spread their wings and flew high in almost all cases.
All the people who come here and who stay away from welfare and "help" from the government, prosper.   But the refugees surrounding Israel, they rot, lob missiles, moan, and allow themselves to be pin~atas for the various mafias who enslave them.   They deliver their children to the ghastly schools that program the children to be unthinking robots, much like our public schools here in the United States have become, and then hope that they can raise up a child who can break through security and blow up a school bus in the Israeli sector of Jerusalem.   Makes a mother proud.....?????
 
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File:Temple Mount.JPG     So, Obama's speech to the students in Cairo in 2009, to build a new day...had no effect on anything.   The Muslim Brotherhood had already scheduled the riots and disorders that would bring the Brotherhood to power and get rid of Old Mubarek.   After two years, Egypt has changed from a peculiar, somewhat tolerant functional soft dictatorship, to a hell-hole with people talking seriously and sincerely about the necessity to blow up the Sphinx and the Pyramids of Giza, and all the Pharoanic monuments of Lexor and the entire run of the Nile.  The oppression decried by the Obsolete Press during the rule of Mubarek, has of course, become much worse with gangs of "extra-official" thugs from the Brotherhood tormenting Coptic Orthodox and "undesirable Muslims".
     
     Obama's show from the last week was just as pointless, worse in a way, when he doesn't have the guts to go before the Knesset and speak to the representatives of all the Israeli nation...but chooses instead to go before a hand-picked group of marxist  university students who are members of known progressive, marxist, and other extreme leftist organisations.  His failure to go to the Wailing Wall was strictly because he wanted to comply with the Islamist extremist notion that non-Muslims should never be allowed to touch the structural parts of the Dome of the Rock.

We think Obama would have been well served to review the contents of this linkage, regarding the status and treatment of Arab Israelis, and how many would prefer to live under the rule of the Muslim Brotherhood, Hezbollah, or Hamaz.



 
     His speech urging the "Israeli young people" to reject the distrust and inertia of the past, is reflective a mental dullness that defies description.   The utter shallowness and failure to engage intellectually with the hard facts that the refugees in the camps tore down everything in the last exchange of land for peace.   Destroyed it.   It is still a garbage heap full of litter, where once there had been prosperity.    Like Obama, and all communist, and marxist negotiators the Palestinian authority is not going to agree to anything, even if it is what they ask for, because the thugs who run the place will lose their money, and their control over the slugs and dregs who apparently wish to be cannon fodder, slaves, and victims of mafias and tyrants.  The islamist extremists carry it just a bit further;  they say, "What difference does it make when or where, we are going to kill every one of you anyway."
 
     Please also note, finally that all the Arabs who stayed in Israel, before that first war, when the dust settled, they went out opened up their stores, showed up at work and are citizens of Israel.   They prosper, argue with the Jews, get along, have Jews who are friends...vote, and even serve in the Knesset, and have held high portfolios in the Israeli government....more proof of the the nature of truth.
El Gringo Viejo
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Friday, 22 March 2013

Stated again...and El Gringo Viejo will probably bring it up again

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It will be said many, many times.   By this speaker.  Written many times before, and a few hundred more times, in what is left of the future for this Cosmic traveller....
 
      We grew up around guns;   our house out on the north edge of McAllen had a 12-gauge, single barrel, HR, single shot.   It had a winchester .410 shotgun, single shot, a .22 hi-standard 9 shot revolver with a 6 inch barrel, a .45 semi-automatic Colt 1911 military, Phillipine era service pistol, and a couple of very accurate CO2 powered,  .22 calibre Crossman pellet rifles, and my mother's little .22 "ladies rifle", a bolt action, single shot barely legal barrel.
     My mother was famous for bing able to shoot white-winged dove in flight with her little rifle...hit them on the fly, she did....without aiming down the sights.   My father could hit a jackrabbit at full run, at 30 yards,    Our workers from Mexico thought that jackrabbit was something edible.  My mother thought that such fare was "animalistic".   My oldest brother and I thought it was pretty good...along with the possum and carp the men would sometimes stew up or fry in lard and strange herbs on a "comal" ....(kind of a Mexican wok, made from a plough disc)....My mother never knew about our "special diet" out in back where the men stayed.
 
     The parking lot at McAllen High School was full of autos.  There were 606 graduating seniors in 1964.  The four-grade secondary was the only secondary in town in those days.  None of the 17 incorporated cities in the four-county Magic Lower Rio Grande Valley, nor their un-related but generally centro-contiguous independent school districts had more than one high school.  Not even Brownsville, the largest of all.  McAllen was the third biggest, and according to everyone in the Valley and Southern Texas...the best city of the lot.
 
     Of those autos, about two-thirds were those of seniors.   Of that number, about ninety percent were driven by spoiled upper-middle class, and well-to-do, conceited brats,  with your humble servant being among the poorest within that general grouping.  In those years, the non-Latin group was still in the vast majority, not only in the schools, but also in the general population.    In those days, there were very, very, very few people on any kind of public assistance....all the Latins spoke English, and about 10% of the non-Latins could speak good to excellent Spanish, and about 40% could understand and make themselves understood to some reasonable degree.
 
     In any regard, in all the trunks, and in various of the glove comparments of the autos in the McHi parking lot....it would be my estimate that 30 to 50 percent of the males' vehicles would have some kind of firearm.   During hunting season, for instance, the "guys" would show off their deer hunting rifles in theschool parking lot...my favourite was Tom Traylor's 30-30 lever action...an actual 1874 model, built in  1892.   It was a piece of mechanical art....and Tom could  drive a #8 Common nail into a 2 X 4  at two-hundred yards.
     El Zorro had the number one most super neato, M - something  carbine, a semi-automatic, self-reloading .22 calibre rifle, of a type that was used by certain pilots in World War II and Korea in case that they survived a crash and found themselves behind enemy lines.   It was a really nice machine...but it was too short of barrel and had to have a special excise tax paid on it.  El Zorro never said whether  his father ever paid that tax, or where the rifle had come from.   My forte was pistols....but that little rifle sure was neat.
 
     But...to the point.  From the time El Gringo Viejo came to Earth until the time we went to Austin....about 17 years...and my bothers...tack on another few years....back to 1936....and then with my father's presence in the same area going back to 1915....we never had a school shooting at McAllen, or any of the schools in the Four County cachement referred to as The Magic Lower Rio Grande Valley of Texas.
     None of us were ever force-fed strange, behaviour-modifying drugs....the forerunners of which had been forced unto people in insane-asylums or in facilities for the severely to profoundly mentally retarded.
 
And that is the name of that tune.
El Gringo Viejo
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Thursday, 21 March 2013

We have spoken of El Zorro's background....

         This is something of profound interest to people who know and understand history instead of  just knowing  that its something in the past.  This is a monsterous, huge barn that was built to become a home.   Our best estimate would be that it was built in the 1868 - 1875 period.   It was built, obviously, en situs, in extreme North Central Texas....not many miles from the Indian Territory.   When it was built, there were still errant bands and groups of Comanche and Kickapoo, along with smaller and less frequent bands of Kiowa and western Apaches (Mescalero and Chericahua) who would still try to cause a bit of mayhem and destruction.
 
      The Cherokee and Choctaw who were already translocated (Andrew Jackson really was a slug) into the Indian Territory had pretty much turned the White Man into some form of ally, business partner, client, provisioneer, in-law, or some neutral to positive connection to him, his family and his sub-tribe, and nation.   There was still a bit of hostility here and there and now and again, but one can consider the person of Will Rogers to understand the simplicity, complexity, racism and anti-racism among the largely Confederate Cherokee and White groups who lived in that mystical, spooky, noble, harsh, and beautiful land 50 miles either side of the Red River. 




An old homestead home, not far from El Zorro's ultra-modern, ultra-deluxe
Metal Roofed "cabin" a long stone's throw away from this noble old timer.


         This noble structure, as is noted by sight, is made of hewn logs.   The logs are either cypress (sabinal) or pecan/walnut (nogal/ nueces).   The logs were cut and finished by a skillful ax man (or men).  The logs were planked, still something around 3 X 10 X 120 inches and variations.   The heavy planked part starts on a mounted rock pier foundation, and rises up to a height of 10 feet, where it forms the base for a vaulted roof...much less common at the time than one might think when watching re-runs of Bananas, or The Big Valleyhoo".   Each of the long members in the body of the walls probably cost up to 50 dollars gold, silver or Yankee greenbacks if that was all that was available.   Further, it was double-walled, and the space between filled with mud and rock.
      If they were done by El Zorro's collateral family, the ones who owned the home...with two grown men, skilled, working on the logs it  would have taken two to three weeks of steady felling and swinging.    Then, not to mention the draughting or dreyage back to the farmstead.   But delivered from some "big city" within a hundred miles...well, you can imagine just how expensive oats can be.
     Please note, consider that the woman standing by the chimney chamber....probably a tall girl if her descendants are a guide...and it would indicate a stack height of nearly 25 feet.   The bricks seem to be nearly adobe, and might represent the rough and ready work that might be done by a Mexican.   Were it so, he would have plastered it with gypsum, sand, and oyster shell and/or cow bones and/or perhaps finely ground limestone both in the house and all the way up to the mouth of the chimney.   Judging by the probable width, it seems enough to have been a stove, oven, and a hearth because the people at that time, if they could afford it, would make that space so as to enjoy the obvious benefits.   That would include multiple. simultaneous uses, and during the really bitter winter episodes that come down from the north...pleasant warmth for the nearly airtight home.
     Now, we are given to understand that this woman was born to this home, and the auto in the background is a 1955 Ford  in the right, rear background....was built probably 80 Years after the initial construction of the house.
     People in those days would become older, and then move to town, as it was said.  Houses such as these were not treasured so much although they saw a lot of joy and a lot of tragedy.  They were left to fend for themselves pretty much....facing thunderstorms  with large hail, lightening, floods, intense cold, oppressive heat and all such inclemency.   El Zorro says that not much is left, even of the old shell pictured above, beyond some of the walling and the like.  Of course the roof would have been carried off by any 100 mile per hours gust, but all of that would have been when El Zorro was kicking around on the Mexican with El Gringo Viejo in the Magic Lower Rio Grande Valley, in the City of Palms, McAllen, Texas....where you find Elegance on the Border.   It was a terribly good time.
     El Zorro is probably toying with the idea of putting some of the pieces back together...who knows, he's not poor...and he might do a bit of restoration and make a man cave out of the peices...and he says he is going to finally put together the ascendency and descendency of his family....a very interesting family it is.   Figure...esteemed OROGs...that when you hear the name Quanah Parker...what come to mind....google it up...and think that, on many different levels that name, those people, white people made red by captivity and by choice, and red people becoming as much an American as any Virginia or Boston aristocrat, and everything in between....and that house there probably watched and heard much of those goings on.   It was just about six inches away from the dead centre of it all.
 
     Pardon El Gringo Viejo's ramble, but when El Zorro sent this magnificent picture, it was as if I were 5 years old on early Christmas Morning.  My brother, Ph.d. in Cultural Geography, were he alive to-day, would have driven over just to touch the bone of that noble old structure.   Our grandfather built and lived in a sod house for seven years up in Sargent (that's the way it is spelled) County, North Dakota....when he was establishing a fairly large tree stead and grain farm.  But that was also back in the late 1880s and nothing would be left of it now.  It is all just very interesting and pleasant to contemplate.
 
Thanks as usual for your time and interest.   Pray for America.  And for the Texan OROGs, "If at first you don't secede, try try again."
El Gringo Viejo
 
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Un mensaje para la atencion de el Senor Ciudadano, Presidente- Generalissimo Antonio Lopez de Santa Anna, "Ya, le quede solamente treinta dias hasta que le pasa el desastre de San Jacinto.  Preparese" 
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Wednesday, 20 March 2013

Our little carport at the Quinta (two weeks ago)

These pictures were just sent up, and they are also dated, about two weeks old now.  We have been advised that the work is completely done now, and they are waiting for my arrival with glossy white paint, because the columns have been thickly and correctly plastered with a finishing grade cement and "porcelana" finish.   Please notice the ceiling of the lower shot, with the cane work.   This allows the carport to "rhyme" with the interior of the home.






Thanks for everyones attention!
El Gringo Viejo

Ahem! AAHHEEmmmm!!! May I have your attention?

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 Before the second war with Saddam Hussein broke out, some seven weeks in advance of the first bombings, the entire world was in agreement with the fact that Saddam Hussein al Tikriti had substantial reserves of various cannon launched and missile launched weapons and devices of mass destruction.
     It was known, and evidentially proven that he had deployed such weaponry during the Iran - Iraq War that left a staggering one million humans of sorts dead, including battalions of Iraqi children of no more than 12 years of age, who were designated and trained to charge machine gun positions.   This tactic was justified because (1) they were smaller targets (2) since they were children, Allah would take them up without sin and give them a greater life at another time and place, (3) it would reduce casualties among the Iraqi regulars because the Persians would exhaust their ammunition shooting at the waves and hordes of children.
 
     Before people laugh at this silly notion, it was, has been true that  such measures were commonly used among the uncivilised totalitarian regimes throughout ancient and recent history.   The Red Chinese used the tactic...nay, the strategy against both Chung Kai Shek's forces, and later against the Gringos and United Nations troops in Korea.  The North Vietnamese commands used variations of the tactic, and both the Communist Chinese and the North Vietnamese Communist forces gathered up groups and crowds of women and children, purposely, to be placed in front of small but significant infantry manoeuvres.  Most frequently these bullet catchers were drawn from populations known to be friendly to the Gringos and/or anti-communist (Meos, Fundamental Buddhists, Roman Catholics and other Christians, and intellectual anti-communist traditionalists).

     Saddam Hussein used various gasses against his own populations.   Shi'ite and Kurdish opponents of his dictatorship were slaughtered en masse and with intermittent and unpredictable schedule.  Another form of culture torture was, of course, the draining of the marshes and river back-ups and seasonal flood zones of the Swamp Arabs, who had produced excellent vegetable crops for centuries on the floating pads of rich soil.   Saddam caused the swamps, marshes, and river estuaries to be drain, thereby all but destroying the arch-traditional, self-sufficient and noble people that served as an example of the success derived from hard work.

      We return to that period just before the Second Iraq  War began.   Several weeks before the  War,  Saddam Hussein was known to have led the atomic projects inspectors sponsored by the United Nations on wild goose chases, minded by "minders", while certain strange convoys were seen transporting covered loads of something to Syria to the west.    Many of the tractor-trailer rigs had trailers with triple rear axles, used almost exclusively for ultra-heavy loads.    The rigs were waved through at the usually horridly corrupt, extortionist, manipulative border personnel....and DID NOT STOP.   There were an estimated  (low end) 17 or 18, and (high end) up to 35 or 40 of these rigs sent by Saddam Hussein.

        The trucks were conducted to some area within the confines of the Bakaa Valley.    This issue has been looked at, overlooked, studied, denied, supported, discussed, and analysed.  It is certainly the opinion of the important people who count that such an event never occurred.  The Israelis and the Saudis seem to think that there is "something there".  One thing is certain.
      There is a group of people who HATE HEBES.  It is an inborn hatred that comes especially from National Socialists and Communists and elitists.   Much of the inborn hatred comes from atheist, Jew-hating Jews.  Many such Jew hating Jews are found in the broadcast and print media...and of course they are the ones who come up with terms like "neo-conservatives"  as a "dog-whistle" to identify those terrible Jews who think that socialism is bad and that there is a god named Yahweh (Jehovah- same word).
      The Jew-hating Jews...really, really hate Jews who know what the inside of a synagogue looks like....who do stupid things like jump up and down on perfectly good cocktail stems at weddings, who wear funny clothes and say dumb things like "lookit, dollink" and "Hello muddah, hello faddah" and so forth.   They even hate Sandy Koufax.....and they have never seen a screening of "Fiddler on the Roof"  (Hebrew for 'Porgy and Bess').  Their theme song is "Lips that taste Kosher, will never kiss mine". 
      Then there are the Gentiles....like (Sir Edmund) Hillary who discovered that the Jews displaced the poor innocent "Palestinians" and learnt at Wellesly to HATE ISRAEL!!!  And hate Jews in general.  BAD, BAD HEBES,  BAD, BAD ISRAEL...oppressing the poor Palestinians who they displaced.

     If a dumboe traditionalist Episcopalian comes along and says, "Can we not all just get along?  Are we not all sons of Abraham...?"  we are ridiculed with the "dog-whistle" of  snake-handler, rube, hillbilly, intellectually challenged, Southerner, fascist, gun-owner, backwards, anti-Arab, and of course, RACIST!!!!

     NOW, we are met with the greatest Jew-hater of all, Barack Hussein Obama, walking among the 12 tribes.   Nothing good can come of it.   Every step Obama takes obscures  the line between treason and the oath of fielty to the constitutional republic that we were.

     NOW,  we are watching the greatest Arab-haters....Assad, the Muslim Brotherhood,  the regime in Teheran, al Qaeda, Hezbollah, Al Fatah, Jamaz, and the 319,436 other radical Muslim/Arab groups with really strange, stupid names.....continuing to do what they do best.....kill Arabs and Muslims (women and children, first, of course) when there aren't any Jews or Gentiles handy.

      This is not a time to be reasonable with Islamist radicals.  This is a time to be reasonable with ourselves and our stewardship of our own resources.   We could start by withdrawing the forwarding of 250,000,000 dollars to the Muslim Brotherhood in Egypt.   And the tanks and F-16 airplanes.....now.
 
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This brief summary of how a "Goldwater Girl" is re-booted into a marxist robototron at schools that used to be bulwarks of tradition and normalcy.   Reprinted from Wikipedia, because they know that no one will believe you when you say that Hillary Diane Rodham was lobotomised by an atheist Jew-hating-Jew marxist.   The radioactive linkages lead nowhere except to definitions, but Dr. Alan Schechter was an interesting personality.   More on him at some other time, however. 
 
Alan Schechter (born 1936 in a Jewish family) is a Professor Emeritus of Political Science at Wellesley College in Massachusetts. He was educated at Amherst College, where he received his AB, and at Columbia University, where he earned his PhD. He is a distinguished and award-winning political scientist. He was also Hillary Rodham's advisor during her years at Wellesley College and supervised her senior thesis; Susan Estrich's book The Case for Hillary Clinton mentions her experience also writing an honors thesis for Professor Schechter (at a different time). He remains involved with the college, running the Wellesley in Washington internship program, in which Rodham participated as a student and which continues to send approximately twenty women to Washington for internships each summer. Professor Schechter is the former Chairman, Vice-Chairman, and member of the J. William Fulbright Foreign Scholarship Board (Fulbright Program), a Presidential appointment.


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Where the left sides of brains
are de-activated.  Wellesly
College Library
 
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That should do it.   Pardon the inflammatory nature of our beginning of the day.  The Republic is burning and the low-information, low-intelligence, obsolete-media, male-lesbian, left-handed, Eskimos are riding around our circled wagons shooting their child-safe, lo-cal, non-fat arrows.   They really look silly wearing those safety helmets.
El Gringo Viejo
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Tuesday, 19 March 2013

More Realistic and Full Truth Reportage

EXERPTED FROM Americas  Quarterly

Dispatches from the Field: Ciudad Juárez


Civic and economic life is coming back to a city once synonymous with gangland murders and violence against women.
In this issue:
A tranquil park in front of the Catedral de Nuestra Senora de Guadalupe
in downtown Ciudad Juarez, Chihuahua
 

Dispatches from the Field: Ciudad Juárez

Joseph J. Kolb

Documenting the return of civic and economic normalcy to a city under siege.
Civic and economic life is coming back to a city once synonymous with gangland murders and violence against women.

     The lunch shift is in full swing at Viva Juárez restaurant. After a morning of shopping, pedestrians trickle into the popular eatery on Avenida Benito Juárez, where cooks chop onions and peppers at a formica counter and the aroma of carnitas wafts onto the sidewalk.    The mood inside Viva Juárez and on the nearby streets is relaxed. But the bullet holes in the peeled and faded burnt-orange façade of the nearby Del Pueblo restaurant, closed down after a shooting, are stark reminders of the city’s recent history as the “Murder Capital of the World.”

     Since 2006, Chihuahua state statistics show that more than 10,000 people were murdered in Ciudad Juárez during former President Felipe Calderón’s war on drugs. According to the Ciudad Juárez Chamber of Commerce, an estimated 10,000 businesses closed their doors because of extortion by street gangs, and city officials say that 100,000 residents fled the city to El Paso, Texas, or to other parts of Mexico. Even before Mexican security forces began a crackdown on drug cartels, Ciudad Juárez received international attention for the murder and disappearance of women.

      Yet, since 2011, a guarded sense of normalcy has returned, and many citizens feel Ciudad Juárez is getting a second chance. In 2011, the murder rate plummeted 45 percent—from a high of 3,622 homicides in 2010 down to 1,976 the next year. That number was on track for another 40 percent drop by the end of 2012.
An explanation for the decrease in murders is elusive.

       Ciudad Juárez Mayor Héctor Murguía credits Julián Leyzaola, whom he hired as municipal chief of police in 2011. According to Murguía, the hard-charging but controversial Leyzaola—who has also received significant negative attention for alleged police abuses against suspects—cleaned up Tijuana before moving on to Ciudad Juárez, where he has attempted to instill a new degree of professionalism in the municipal police department, weed out corrupt officers, and establish a community-oriented style of policing. Key to Leyzaola’s crime-fighting strategy was establishing patrol sectors and shifting resources to high-crime areas.

     But there is another explanation, says Jorge Villa, the state medical examiner. “There just isn’t anyone else to kill.”
    The four-year battle between the Juárez and Sinaloa cartels for control of the so-called “Juárez Drug Plaza”—and control of drug routes into the U.S.—has wound down now that the Sinaloa cartel is widely considered to have defeated the Juárez cartel in a brutal turf war.




Life After Wartime

     For the residents of Ciudad Juárez, the reasons and explanations for the drop in violence are irrelevant as long as they can live peacefully again.    Marguirite, a college student who declined to give her last name to avoid being targeted by extortionists, says her family has owned the popular Viva Juárez restaurant, just down the block from the Paseo del Norte Bridge that connects Juárez and El Paso, for 20 years. They survived the dark days of 2008 through 2010, when murder and extortion were at their peak.

     “People are coming back to Juárez from El Paso, and people from Juárez are coming out of their houses again, no longer afraid,” she says. “Things are getting so much better that my family has opened a second restaurant here.”


     Meanwhile, Alberto Calvo, a middle-aged man folding T-shirts in the downtown souvenir shop Mexico Lindo, notes business has improved since Juárez’ crime rate started going down, but times are still tough.
After all, it is the American tourism dollar that helps sustain his business, and Calvo’s shop is on a block that thousands of Americans would have passed on their way to local dentists and pharmacies, many of which are now either closed or scaled back because of the drop in business.

      “I am just surviving,” he admits.

     Still, U.S. tourists are slowly returning to the city, thanks to the lower murder rate and a greater confidence in security. It’s a development that city and state officials hope to capitalize on with a massive physical and image overhaul.   Combined municipal, state and federal investments in Ciudad Juárez have been the cornerstone of the revival, according to Murguía, who is enjoying a second non-consecutive term as mayor after a first term from 2004–2007. The reason for the reinvestment is simple economic survival, Murguía says. He and Chihuahua Governor César Duarte hope to return Ciudad Juárez to the commercial and manufacturing hub it promised to be in the early days of the North American Free Trade Agreement (NAFTA).

     Construction crews are beginning a $300 million project to improve the city’s bone-jarring roads and reduce choking traffic jams. New red and white seats have been installed in the $15 million baseball stadium for the city’s professional team, the Indios, which opened in November 2012. Even nightclubs that were once closed are reopening.

     Murguía said he is especially excited about the urban renewal project planned for the decaying downtown shopping district, which involves demolishing vacant and hazardous structures and transforming the area into a large pedestrian plaza like those found in Mexico City, Monterrey and Guadalajara, to bring back U.S. tourists and shoppers.

     These projects are projected to create 24,000 new jobs over the next year, chipping away at the city’s unemployment rate of 6.4 percent—nearly 1.5 percentage points above the Mexican national average.
The number of export sector jobs jumped from 166,000 in June 2009 to 215,000 in June 2012, an increase of nearly 30 percent. Trade between Ciudad Juárez and neighboring El Paso jumped to $80 billion in 2011, an increase of $10 billion from the previous year.
     “The government is interested in restoring not just buildings, but social and family life for the citizens of Juárez,” said a spokesman for Governor Duarte.   That may be the more daunting task for city and state officials.



Developing the Economy
Even with the work currently in progress, the majority of jobs in Ciudad Juárez are extremely low-paying, keeping the poverty rate high. Murguía says that as many as 65 percent of Ciudad Juárez’ 1.2 million residents lives in poverty. The majority of export, construction and manufacturing jobs pay the equivalent of $55 per week.

     “We don’t want the cheap labor jobs, we want high-skilled, high-paying jobs coming here,” Murguía says. “It can be done. We have so many of our youth attending U.S. universities such as UTEP [the University of Texas–El Paso]. This will allow them to stay here and contribute.”
    

      Moira Murphy-Aguilar, a professor at the Center for Inter-American and Border Studies at UTEP, lived in Ciudad Juárez for about a decade and is optimistic about the city’s future.
     “Juárez has been, since I first lived there in the early 1990s, a vibrant city,” Murphy-Aguilar says. “What people forget, for example, is that Juárez is home to a campus of the Tecnológico de Monterrey, one of the best universities in the world, which also has a stellar middle and high school.”
     Murphy-Aguilar believes that Ciudad Juárez’ infrastructure was unable to cope with the accelerated population growth of the early 1990s, contributing to the poverty it must now overcome to become a modern, developed city. During the 1990s, the promise of maquiladora jobs attracted some 100,000 people from southern and central Mexico, but the city was unprepared for this influx of people, says Murguía. Most of the new residents were forced to live in colonias that did not have infrastructure or adequate housing—and were then stranded without jobs when many of the maquilas closed or downsized. Many still live in bare cinderblock or wood pallet homes with tin or tarp roofs.


     Regardless of the social and economic improvements on Juárez’ horizon, it’s the image of violence that the city has to overcome if it wants to regain the American tourism dollar.     Across the border, it’s clear Juarez’ renaissance remains unpersuasive.
     Bobby Vee, 30, an assistant manager at a cigar lounge in downtown El Paso, says that Ciudad Juárez was always an option for Americans who wanted to cross the border for dinner or to visit nightclubs, but that changed when the violence increased. He says that now very few people from El Paso, including himself, venture across the border, and he doesn’t plan to for the foreseeable future.   He believes that many U.S. citizens remain influenced by media portrayals of the city as a cauldron of crime.

     Murguía concedes the point. “We do have an image problem—people fear that as soon as they walk off the bridge into the city, they will be shot—it is a big challenge,” he says. “But we need our citizens to be our spokespeople and invite others to come to Juárez.”
     Marguirite, an accounting major at UTEP, could be one such spokesperson, but not yet.   Her family’s businesses are flourishing on both sides of the border, including a growing potato chip business in El Paso, and she may go there instead—an option the majority of impoverished Ciudad Juárez residents don’t have.
Still, at a Catholic church in the western colonia of Anapra, a zone of cinderblock houses with tin and tarp roofs, a 16-year-old girl at a youth group concert displays the spirit of defiant optimism that Ciudad Juárez will need to stage a true comeback.
“If I ever had the chance to go to the U.S., I would still stay here,” she says. “How can I make my city better off if I leave?”

View a slideshow of Ciudad Juárez. Photos courtesy of Joseph Kolb and REUTERS/Jose Luis Gonzalez

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