People ask about El Zorro....so we republish this to link each of you to each of us

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    We have questions at times about El Zorro, and we have other questions pertaining to where we crossed paths and wondering if we are blood related.   We republish blog entries every now and then, and this seems like a good time to republish an entry that actually comes from El Zorro's blog, which is political, but deals more specifically with 10th and 2nd Amendment issues.   That is not to say that the visitor would not find other material when clicking onto the upper right corner of our blog's face page where El Zorro takes on the persona of Mosinguy....a real live, and real life fine firearms habilitator and re-habilitaror....an expert on such matters.   There is not the time to list the other technical capacities that are in his repertoire of talents and accomplishments.

  

    For complex personalities, we are both rather simple men.  We have ancestries that are very similar, but unrelated.   Blue Bloods, Indians, and solid, well-to-do artesans, farmers, builders, and magnates come together to make a couple of lone riders...El Zorro first-born and serious, competent in things that matter, and El Gringo Viejo last-born and spoiled, too quick of mind and too accustomed to being waited on.  One was spoiled and accomplished, the other was hard-working and accomplished.   Both are Confederates....in a way....but never were or will be Klanners.

     So without further ado, we will place for a second time....how many more times, who knows...but every now and then.  We have had a real flood of new OROGs, perhaps seeking a rest-stop on the Obama Highway of Nightmares.





A FRIEND OF MINE
We have real problems that have to be addressed soon. The United States of America is in real trouble. The biggest obstacle to making America great again is ignorance and greed. We have a president and his lemming like advocates feeding that ignorance and greed. The president blatently lies about things that are critical to our way of life to achieve his "fundamental change".

I (aliases "Mosin Guy" and "El Zorro") don't remember thinking in 2004 that we needed a "fundamental change" in our way of life. Who were the nutty people who thought life here was so terrible it needed to be totally transformed by something without definition called "hope and change"? Mosin Guy doesn't remeber thinking we need a government owned and operated healthcare system to replace the best in the world. But there it was... screaming meemies surrounding the false prophet cheering "Hallelujah, everything is going to change!"

The warning "Be careful what you ask for" was not issued. Hope was only in response to false promises of "...free gas for my car, no more house payments, free healthcare. Somebody else will pay for it, not me". The lie the president did not tell was his promise of redistribution of wealth, higher prices, and higher taxes.

We have sold, no, given away our souls either for some progressive ideology without substance or greed for things not worked for. Mosin Guy says we because collectively we chose this dumboe not only once but two times. "We" does not include a minority of us who knew this was insane.

Included in this minority is a very gifted friend of mine who goes by the alias of El Gringo Viejo. David has been my best friend and more like a brother since our early years in South Texas. Both having been baptized Eiscopalian, we attended St. John's Episcopal Church in McAllen as Acolytes where we entertained, briefly, thoughts of the priesthood but were a little too mischevious to be serious about it. We belonged to the Young Republicans of South Texas where we served and entertained notable leaders in the local and national parties. We spent more time fishing and exploring northern Mexico than attending classes in Jr. and Sr. high school. After school we served at several electoral functions for political figures, notably George H. W. Bush. El Gringo drove the President's and yours truly drove Marlin Fitzwater's lemozines to a rally at the McAllen Civic Center and later to a fundraiser at Calvin Bentson's estate. My memory is of being asked information regarding the local environment by Marlin Fitzwater. El Gringo spent more time in private with George Bush. This was in 1979. Bush did not win the Presidental nomination but was selected by Ronald Reagan for Vice President. Mosin Guy remebers playing minor part in that meeting but my friend was all over it and was instrumental for years supporting the conservative effort in South Texas.

After high school El Gringo and Mosin Guy went different directions, he went to Southwest Texas State University at San Marcos, Texas where he earned his Bachelor's degree in Sociology with minors in History and Political Science. Mosin Guy went to Texas A&M but lasted only one semester in the Corps of Cadets. He went from there to the US Air Force where he enjoyed an all expenses paid two year vacation in balmy South Vietnam. However, Mosin Guy did manage after military to achieve a bacheolor's degree from University of Texas at Pan American in Government with minors in English and Psychology.

    El Gringo kept in touch with Mosin Guy during the Vietnam experience via Mosin Guy's father in McAllen. Since that time the two men have been constantly in touch sharing 99% compatible views on the state of the country. El Gringo is fluent in Spanish and has dual residency in both Texas and Mexico. He is expertly knowledgeable in the political and social state of Mexico and even south to include Central and South America. He and Mosin Guy are strongly pro-Texas and Texas autonomy in the Union. His web site has more information and significant articles not always or necessarly related to politics. Biographical information as well can be found at privatouring.blogspot.com - A Gringo in Rural Mexico

    El Gringo Viejo is an expert in demographics and the political environment, present and past, of the Union. His blog is essential for people who are comitted to the salvation of the United States and the Constitution. His writings critically analyze the problems we face and offer solutions in a unique style that entertains as well as informs. Today, I urge all who read this to invest time in the journal of El Gringo Viejo. There is a way out of the quicksand in which we find ourselves. There is a way to turn uninformed, apathetic, and misinformed people into critical thinkers. That is to learn from those who can show the way. You can read El Gringo Viejo's blog at El Gringo Viejo. You can sign up to subscribe to the blog by request, send email to El Gringo Viejo. You may aslo send comments to him at Comments.

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Both Mosin Guy and El Zorro (who are the same person), have been overindulgent in embellishing of El Gringo Viejo's good qualities, and substantially inadequate in identifying his own accomplishments and positive attributes.   Small things, like - El Zorro could do better Warner Bros. animated stars and Disney animated heroes and celebrities of the Silver Screen and television than the self-same artists in Hollywood.   When he was between the 6th and 7th grade!!   He left my mother and her friends "drop-jawed" after doing a few pictures for them at a school function.  Just a "for instance".   Once again, link to mosinguy.com at the upper right corner of this page to find another home away from home in the internet.   And yes;  We are both completely insane....and absolutely sane....at the same time.

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Thank you all for your time and attention.   Any questions about either of us will be processed.   I shall be heading south in three or four days, for a period of a month or so.   We'll try to get a few more blows in between now an then.

El Gringo Viejo

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Where have all the Eskimoes gone?

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     We take a bunch of Eskimoes....Eskicurlies....and Eskilarrys out minding their own business, making harpoons and gumming blubber.   We watch as they kill animals and eat them.   They laugh a lot.  Sometimes they have to beat up their wives and children, but only after kicking their mush dogs around  a little.   In the Wintertime, things can become dicey.  Eleven Eskicurlies can make for a pretty tight fit in a 700 square foot  (round foot?) igloo with no bathroom or radio.   No way to tune in Oprah or listen to Sergeant Preston of the Yukon.

 

     Most Eskilarry children thought the theme music title for Sergeant Preston of the Yukon was "Way Down South in Dixie's Land".....and they were pretty happy thinking that way.   They thought they were doing alright.  A little blubber, some fish, an occasional bear steak, and who knows what else, maybe some sweet-potatoe pie just like Aunt Tooluchilukeeba used to make.

 

     Every now and then some really uncivilised people would come by and visit, offending sensibilities, griping about the rest-rooms, and they would leave.   They shared a little of their vodka, ate too much free blubber and raw fish....but at least they would leave.

     The one day some other Russians came, calling themselves  "Mairicans" .   They would always greet the Inuit and the Ku'piks by saying, "Hi, I am a Mairican"   Later, others would come with fancy boats, planes, and other conveyances and they would say "Hi, I'm a Mairican.   We have come from the government to help you.   Your houses are sub-standard.   Your diet is totally disgusting, your family relations really aspirate, you are institutionalising child abuse, you are allowing the children to perform dangerous tasks only suitable for children over the age of 15 years 8months and 4 days.   These boxes are the food you will eat, it is healthy.   Also, all the animals you are killing have just been put on endangered lists and you can't kill or eat them...and that goes for the walrus and fish in these waters.   We also understand that you are panning and excavating for gold, and that must cease as of now, because the areas you are contaminating are protected wetlands.

     Also, each real live injun family will receive 3,500 USD per month plus 900 USD per child for food stamps, and SSI for the underaged geezer that has no teeth from gumming blubber.   When she turns 63, she can have SS and SSi as a retired Indian.   Here is your starter deck of lottery tickets.  It is about a ninety day supply, but after that you'll have to buy your own."
 

     The Inuit is a little surprised and says, "Where will I spend the money?  And when granma is 60 we already arranged the iceberg and everything...the farewell party....she'll be sent to the ancestors in Hawai'i on her own iceberg."

 

     "Well, whatever. You'll need to request, fill out, and forward the "Personal use of Iceberg Permit Form No. US300-sa-433.   And,  we're bringing in a chain store here to sell necessaries, and things you'll need to have now that you are civilised.   You'll know the store by its name...."

 

       The Inuit is trying to keep up, so he asks, "What is the name of the store?"

 

       "It will say in big letters in the front window, 'L - I - Q - U - O - R  and  B - e - e - r'   and 'L - O - T - T - E - R - Y'.   Okay?"  responded the Mairican from the government. As he/she boarded the Helicopter to fly back over Sarah Palin's homestead to make obscene gestures, the government Mairican shouted over the rotor,"We'll be back later with your Obamacare Card."

 

      Before two generations pass, 57% of the males over the age of 13 are alcoholics.   There are no igloos.   There are shacks...what is left of modular, efficient housing provided by the central government's BIA.   Garbage is everywhere. Eigthy per cent of the population has diabetes.    The "beatings" have become brutal, the children are run amok, smoking dope, few girls make it to the age of 16 without at least one miracle baby.   Only about one-fourth of the cultural unit is capable of functioning at the levels where they were in the 1950s.

 

     This is a blog entry of bitterness.   Southerners are still unrecovered from the Central Government's imposition of New York Bankers - Andrew Jackson nefariousness and the banishment by those agents  of about one-half of the Cherokee Nation out of parts of Georgia, Tennessee, and Virginia.  The Bureau of Indian Affairs would probably be in a very close tie for first place of the Central Government  bureaucracies that would be vaporised upon my ascent to the Throne.  FEMA would rank right up there as well, along with about 78% of the Secretariats.

 

     This blog entry is made specifically to remind one and all, including the Gringo Viejo, what Government Help looks like....

El Gringo Viejo

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Tom DeLay moves closer to full vindication

 

 

 

TOM DeLAY'S CASE MOVES CLOSER TO
BEING CANCELLED.   NO NEW TRIAL
WILL BE CONDUCTED ACCORDING
TO MOST OBSERVERS.

 

 

     DeLay had six attorneys....incredibly enough of very high repute...honest men.   Several of them had  worked with my brother who ran the Associated Republicans of Texas (ART), a group that handled literally scores of millions of dollars over a 30 year period and never failed any audit or trumped up investigation.   The  objective of the ART was to enhance campaigns and provide some funding for local, State Representative, and State Senator positions in the Republic of Texas, only.

     I know these things as a fairly close activist in Republican affairs for many years, and because my brother was Executive Director of the Associated Republicans of Texas. Until his incapacitation due mainly to age, his honour and integrity was never challenged even by the most gutter-bound slimy Democrat, even the arch-socialist Lloyd Doggett.

     These above-mentioned attorneys advised Mr. DeLay that his procedure was honest, legal, and most of all morally correct. DeLay proceeded, reasonably, on the basis of reasonable counsel. I know  this to be true because I  was familiar with the case and the manners and methods of Mr. DeLay's defence team.

     DeLay was investigated four times and material was taken before grand jury after grand jury until finally the last grand jury moved to indict. The case made no sense. The construct was ludicrous and almost every Democrat in Travis County had done things far more questionable.

 

    The conviction of DeLay flabbergasted even the Democrat politicians. Everyone knew that it would be impossible to convict a man who had done everything out in the open. The evidence used against him were the legal filings that he made and kept available to public view according to the law.

 

     It is the same thing that happened to Scooter Libby. Innocent of everything, they had to convict of something. He was, quite literally, convicted of being innocent. I still fault George W. Bush for not having given Libby clemency.

 

     The only reason the DA went for the indictment on DeLay was because the Republicans in Congress had said that each would, if indicted, resign from the position. DeLay did resign as promised when indicted, much to the cheers and celebration of the reptilian Democrat Socialist Party people. I sincerely believe that even the punk, Ronnie Earl the District Attorney, was surprised at the conviction.

 

    Please remember that Sandy Berger rifled documents from the National Archives....by the scores...stuffed them in his...ychhhhh - underwear and socks. Each rifling was a felony. George Bush and AG Gonzalez determined not to prosecute him, because it would have seemed unseemly and partisan. Berger was stealing documents that proved that Bill Clinton lied before ethe "9-11 Commission"  about his activities concerning terrorism infiltration and his dealings concerning Usama bin Laden.  (Clinton did lie, several times)

 

   Double standard. Republican overparks, he is taken out to be shot. Democrat murders a girl and leaves her body in a sunken Oldsmobile in the dark, rushing waters of Chappaquiddick Sound....he receives accolades and a standing ovation for being a murderous demagogue and hypocritical, socialist slug.

 

And that, my esteemed OROGs, is the name of that tune.
El Gringo Viejo

EXTRA! EXTRA! Read all about it! DOG BITES MAN!!! EXTRA! EXTRA!

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     A person has to fight against the inclination to become tired at these stories.   But what does a person do?   At each turn, Obama lies, constructs, fudges, invents, blames, wiggles, weasels, sneers, slanders, and generally acts like the white-trash that he is.   He snickers at his own low information followers....those poor dolts who line up like some kind of choir behind him and who give him adulation and the backbone that he lacks from the inside out.

     We remember so very well when he spoke in front of the CEO at the Caterpillar plant, declaring that "Right here, we see the recovery happening, because Caterpillar is going to be hiring ten billion, million, quadzillion people to-morrow, due to our stimulus package!!!"   And, of course, the next day, the Caterpillar CEO has to call a press conference to say, "I have no idea who that dumboe  was who was talking about us hiring anybody.  We have no such plans and we are treading very carefully in troubled waters and will be doing so for the foreseeable future."

     Then, at a "Worship Obama Camp Meeting" in Florida, several score zomboe adulators were assembled expressly for  the task of   worshipping Obama.   While El Gringo Viejo now takes a bit of poetic license  within the context of his prose, the following substantially accurate account is included for the OROGs' enlightenment.
     Just before the Altar Call, a woman spoke in the well-practiced voice of a panhandler...that sweet, pained, victimised voice of a person well-schooled in reminding all how much greater her morality and suffering  is than yours because she is destitute, in pain, and hungry....she spake and said, "I'se livin' in my cah,  an all my stuff iz in th' trunk of dat cah.  I'se been tryin' jus' to fine someways tuh gits me a place that's got a kitchin.  I'd do anything jus to has me a place to live in."
      What was astounding is that the woman apparently had just come out of the green room and the make-up staff's attention, because she was "all fixed-up real nice" as is said in Texas.  Her hair was done, make-up well-done and fresh, and something rang out that, if Barney were there, he'd tell Fred, "Fred, I don't like the looks of this".

     But Father Obamaham was thrown off teleprompter only a little...and he listened  to the woman's panhandling routine.   As she finished, Saint Barack lifted his sceptre and deigned, "Somebody get that lady's name...we're gonna help that woman.   George Bush threw her out on the street and we're gonna find her a nice place to live....right away."  A magnificent example of direct democracy and demagoguery all melted down into the same septic sludge at which Marxists are so adept.   The drone-zombies applauded Father Obamaham, and gazed with worshipful wonder upon his person.

    She never did receive her new Obamacastle.  She actually was involved in a permanent barge-in with family.  It was all sham mixed with chutzpah and out-and-out deceit.  In later newspaper articles she seemed a bit disappointed that she had never been awarded her kitchen.  The Obsolete Press forgot about her very quickly.

       But, of course, the days went by...and nothing happened.

  


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CNN reports that a woman the president hailed as an Obamacare success story just realized she won't be able to afford Obamacare because it's too expensive:

 

     "Jessica Sanford was cited by the president as an Obamacare success story at a health care event he had here at the White House in the Rose Garden on October 21," says a reporter for CNN from the White House. "That of course being just last month. The 48-year-old single mom from Washington state purchased what she considered to be affordable health care, life-changing event, she said, on the Washington state health exchange. She decided she was so excited about this news, she wanted to write an e-mail to the president to say that this had really changed her life and that she was thankful for the Afforable Care Act. The president included her e-mail in his remarks to people on hand for the event. Here's a bit of what the president had to say."

 

The CNN report quotes President Obama as saying, "I recently received a letter from a woman named Jessica Sanford in Washington state. And here's what she wrote, I am a single mom, no child support, self-employed. and I haven't had insurance for 15 years because it's too expensive. I was crying the other day when I signed up, so much stress lifted."

"But days, just really three days after she was mentioned by the president, Jessica Sanford started having problems, she was receiving letters from the Washington state health exchange," reports CNN. "The first letter telling her that tax credit was reduced, therefore, increasing the cost of her health care plan and the, take a look at this, then she received a letter just last week telling her that her tax credit had been taken away all together. Show you another document here, showing what the tax credit worked out to be... zero dollars according to this document that was provided to us by Jessica Sanford. She describes all of this as a roller coaster ride. Now she says she can't afford insurance in Washington state because of the new developments."

Sanford tells CNN that she's embarrassed. "It was a huge disappointment, especially since I had, you know, my story had been shared by the president. I felt like, you know, I just felt really embarrassed that, you know, he quoted my story and then come to find that the Washington health plan finder, the website here in our state, had grossly miscalculated or they're having a problem figuring their tax credits. and so at least for right now, I don't -- I'm not going to be getting insurance," she says.

 

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     We must confess being tired of the Queen for a Day routine.  I know that people are tired.  We know that there is want.  We know that there is stress and that money does not go far enough.    We know that there is worry.  We know that at every corner there are insurmountable problems.  We have lived it, and we are living it.  Even the wealthy live it.  No matter where one finds himself/herself in the sociological class/wealth chart, there is stress.

     What we resent is the notion that a person can decide to foist off his/her perceived wants and needs upon another unseen person.  I buy, you pay.   We breed/ you feed.  And it is done with the alacrity of self-entitlement without concern about what damage the taker is doing to the producer.   It is, simply stated, the notion that "If I have less than you, I am better than you.  If I want more than I have, and you have anything, then I am better than you and I deserve to take what you have".   It is a form of official extortion of the worst sort.....Caesar has legalised the act.

 

     El Gringo Viejo has tired of that game long, long ago.  Now, however, it is time to destroy entitlements.   There is no money.  Eighteen trillion dollars is a lot of money....you know, like the old adage...."....a trillion here and a trillion there...and pretty soon it adds up to real money."

 

Now, where did I put my NoDoze and Airwick?   It's time for breakfast and I need a drink.

El Gringo Viejo    

Plaintive, Defiant, trying to be respectful, but.....

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    We include a missive from a young woman who just wanted the president to know that she sees through his hypocrisy.   El Gringo Viejo was waiting for the Queen for a Day request or demand for direct help of some sort, like the woman who said that she was living out of her car when Obama held a "town hall" gathering of people who wanted him to give them something.  Obama listened to the woman's recounting of all the things she had suffered....and as she attempted to make people realise that she was the only person who had ever suffered, and that she alone was to be admired the most because she was bestowed the Most Moral Because I Am the Poorest and Most Helpless and I Am Better Than You Are Because of It.   Even the President, as a polished shyster and jiver  and shakedown artist as he, was impressed and he called over to some of his lackeys and told them to "....get that lady's name...we gonna help that woman.  We're gonna help her get out that car and into a nice place!"    Applause by the crowd of dunces and parasites.  

 

     But this woman is not like that.   She is fighting the lion at the front door and the bear at the back door.   She is tired, worn out.  She may have been misled as to who can help and who cannot.   But she is not asking for help.  If we read carefully, she is essentially asking for Obama to get out of the way.   She suggests that his policies are keeping her from moving up from waitress to hostess, cashier, and assistant manager.   Her language is above average.  Her writing ability is actually quite good.  But El Gringo Viejo was impressed with the fact that with the normal belly-aching that reflects that she is sane, she did not move into that hideous, self-defeating realm of "What are you going to do for me?"

 

     She had well over 100,000 likes on Facebook back in mid-October....probably many, many more by now...and her cry for reason has even made the news in Germany.  Her cause was taken up to a degree by the Texas National Movement, which is where we learned of her eloquence.

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October 18th, 2013

Dear President Obama,

I wanted to take a moment to say thank you for all you have done and are doing. You see I am a single Mom located in the very small town of Palmer, Texas. I live in a small rental house with my two children. I drive an older car that I pray daily runs just a little longer. I work at a mediocre job bringing home a much lower pay-check than you or your wife could even imagine living on. I have a lot of concerns about the new "Obamacare" along with the taxes being forced on us Americans and debts your are adding to our country. I have a few questions for you Mr. President.

 

Have you ever struggled to pay your bills? I have.

 

Have you ever sat and watched your children eat and you eat what was left on their plates when they were done, because there wasn't enough for you to eat to? I have.
 

Have you ever had to rob Peter to pay Paul, and it still not be enough? I have.

 

Have you ever been so sick that you needed to see a doctor and get medicine, but had no health insurance because it was to expensive? I have.

 

Have you ever had to tell your children no, when they asked for something they needed? I have.

 

Have you ever patched holes in pants, glued shoes, replaced zippers, because it was cheaper than buying new? I have.

 

Have you ever had to put an item or two back at the grocery store, because you didn't have enough money? I have.

 

Have you ever cried yourself to sleep, because you had no clue how you were going to make ends meet? I have.

 

My questions could go on and on. I don't believe you have a clue what Americans are actually going through and honestly, I don't believe you care. Not everyone lives extravagantly. While your family takes expensive trips that cost more than most of us make in two-four years, there are so many of us that suffer. Yet, you are doing all you can to add to the suffering. I think you are a very selfish and cold hearted man, who does not care what is best for the people he was elected by (not by me) to represent, but more so out for the glory of your name attached to history.

So thank you Mr. President, thank you for pushing those of us that are barely staying afloat completely under water and driving America into the ground. You have made your mark in history, as the absolute worst and most hated president of the United States.

 

God have mercy on your soul!

Sincerely,

Yolanda Vestal
Average American

 

 

     So, there's the word from the "Hispanic" vote, and the "Texan" Vote and the "Women's vote, and on and on.   These are our people, and they really do not give a flip about immigration reform or shovel ready jobs.  This woman is above average in intelligence and seems to understand (correctly) that the wage and opportunity situation is being terribly impacted by Obama's anti-business, anti-wealth measures and attitudes.

 

     Texas Nationalist Movement, El Gringo Viejo, El Zorro, and several million other people are pushing to solve this good woman's predicament with honest and meaningful measures.

 

Hold in, Yolanda.  The cavalry will arrive.

El Gringo Viejo

 

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Stork Report

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      We interrupt our breakfast of Airwick and No-doz to celebrate with all OROGs a blessed event.   A baby was mis-delivered by The Stork in charge of that particular zip code in Central Texas.   We have proof of the "failure in delivery".  One reason is because a nice man made a picture of the event, a certain Herr Carl Spitzburg, just as the Stork flew over the waiting family and passed them by.   One can see various of our extended family waiting to catch the baby, immediately below the flight path.  Cradle crib, swaddlings and everything was ready.

     Finally, after considerable wrangling with the authorities in charge of mis-directed deliveries, the Master Stork Guild finally conceded that the wrong address had received the baby and authorised the re-delivery to the correct address.

     All is really well.  And all the family of El Gringo Viejo and his better three - quarters are elated.   The mother and father of the baby and her two older brothers are overjoyed,  and the child has blossomed in her new environment in a way that not even this old man has ever seen a child respond so quickly and positively.   The child is not only attractive but she is also lightning quick of mind, which means that she is in the right place....now.

     El Gringo Viejo and his better three-quarters are the Great-uncle and Great-aunt respectively.   We are not really able to contain ourselves about bragging about my nephew and his sainted wife, and their two boys who had normal and predictable stork arrivals and their new addition.   The fact is that we are very proud of all five of them.   Each is very accomplished, and they interface with civil society in such a way that it brings to mind those times, quite a long while back, when civility and social formulae were admired and almost required.   In short...they are just good folks.



     Although they have posted on facebook and the parents are very high profile in the "extreme Central Texas" area, we defer from naming names or identifying the particular folks involved,  any further than what we have.  However, the  above-pictured  does show  our new Angel looking back up at the Angels who sent her to "extreme Central Texas", where she belongs.

     The entire clan is tickled pink, literally, and we are hoping to be able to invest a bit in the nurturing of this wonderful "bundle from Heaven.   As there are updates, we shall provide them discreetly, as we do with our other grandchildren and children.   It is strictly selfish on the Gringo Viejo's part, so that he can show that he comes out of the cave occasionally and actually does enjoy the beauty and goodness around him. 

We thank all the OROGs for their indulgence.
El Gringo Viejo

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