Deviousness

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    There are many points to cover as the old calendars are thrown out and we search for the new ones that were put in that "special" place.   If anyone out there in the Land of the OROGs can remember where I put those special gift calendars, please email us with very simple instructions that might help in the location of said calendars.

 

     Deviousness is an hallmark of the Left.   Anyone who can say with a straight face, "It all depends upon what the meaning of 'is' is." and is considered a leader of his peoples, really sets the standard, as low as it can possibly go.
     We can imagine after Hillary has returned to the White House, shortly after the doors have been resized so as to provide more manoeuvrability for .....moving large pieces of furniture and the like.   There will be an order to continue the production of the new, plastic coins that also serve as lick-off lottery tickets.   The coins will also be edible, and they will have the mottos "What difference does it make?" on one side  and "It all depends upon what the meaning of 'is' is" on the other.

     A country has to have some standards after all.  (SirEdmund) Hillary will inherit something like a perfect union, in many ways, kinda, more or less.
     Everyone except for six Hollywood actresses in rehab (in Mexico),  and four Hollywood directors will have free medical services (in France).   That free service will be kept to a maximum and permanent, unchanging charge of 10,000 dollars or less per month per family member, until such time that the rates change.
    For those who want substandard policies, they can schedule meetings with Minder, Inc. who will guide the c0nsumer through ordering manuals provided by gulagsto-day.vom magazine (printed and assembled in Red China and Baweesa Zolongbo).

    It was announced shortly before Barry Soetoro and his estranged mother-in-law, (name unknown) were escorted out of the White House where they have been holed-up since the Impeachment and Conviction of the then president Soetoro.  As we know, he was impeached and convicted under provisions of the law prohibiting phony scandals.  The Soetoro defence that no telephone was used in any of the scandal, and nobody spoke in telephonese did not seem to carry much weight with  the Judge and Vice-President of the United States, Good Ole Joe-Roy Bean-Biden.  He came out with a double-barrelled shotgun and announced, ".....the vote had been one to nuthin' and Soetoro was guilty of a lot of bad things, most of which had to be redacted."
     Barry and his mother-in-law (who has yet to say a word since birth) were abandoned by Michelle Robinson Soetoro Obama Onyango Karakatoa after a series of unseemly funeral - photo sessions in a foreign country recently renamed Mandelobama.   Several attorneys were present during the evacuation of the White House by Barry Onyango Soetoro, who was un-indentifiable due to the fact that his hoody was covering the upper two-thirds of his person.  On the front left shoulder area of the grey, Oscar de Laurentas zip-up was a button demanding "Free Treyvon, Now!"   We last heard that Obama's daughters were jogging down at The Battery near the southern tip of Manhattan, in downtown New York City with Chelsea.

     Judge Vice-President Joe-Roy Bean-Biden (serving the last 19 months as President of M'Obamoa - meaning, loosely Obamaland), came after the departure of the one-time president and his mother-in-law (who mumbled one hard-to-understand word...something like 'Mashelle' or 'Mitchell')-  passed out one-page summaries of the various specific charges that had been made and that resulted in the poor sap of a President's impeachment and conviction.   It began with "How I came to provide everyone with free medical service by allowing everyone to keep their doctor and by allowing everyone to keep their medical plan, and ended with "....everyone will be able to have free disability, free pills, and early retirement along with free unemployment checks, as well as the Uncle Omar and Auntie Zietuni Life-Plan of Free Everything for Everybody....and the millionaires and billionaires will pay for it, along with any hapless cracker we can catch up in the net, and any Negro who ever thought about voting Republican or conservative".



(Sir Edmund) Hillary, newly
inaugurated Queen of the
Universe and the Kingdom
of M'Obamoa shows off the
"new look' provided by her
state of the art, miracle-
worker Cosmic Cosmetical
Surgeonistic medicalist.

      (Sir Edmund) Hillary will keep an office at Dr. Hajib Karraluauishabhanstanopolous's office.)  The doctor is famous for herbal, holistic, organic, and transcendental incense and mystical treatments for facial and other corporeal disorders.  His success in combatting Facious Uglimatosis has been legendary, especially for mendacious, murderous, marxist albino water buffaloes.   The new Queen-Presidenta for Life (Sir Edmund) Hillary plans to spend quite a bit of time at the good Doctor's office during her first 200 year term.

     When asked about how she will wave her wondrous sceptre and solve all the problems that have plagued President-King-Diety for Eternity Barry about the free medical programme that broke down completely after never really being put into service, Her Higher than Any Common Highness Highness deigned to sneer, "Like I said back in 1994, I don't feel responsible for the financial problems of very little underfinanced small business."   It was a remarkable recollection, word for word, that the Goddess of All Universes called forward from her perfect, photographic vocabulator.  It brought to mind this grovelling reporter's recollection of her famous, "....Well if you people expect me to sit around baking cookies, you've got another thing coming"....
     And of course, the string of dead people, fraud, and shenanigans showed that she could bake the books, but not as well as she should have.   Six people had to go to prison to serve her time....but it beat the alternative.   Ah, McDougal, I barely knew ye, my mon.

Sir Edmund Hillary has
 dedicated herself to seeing
what women have to offer.
Here, she talks with Bonnie
Bimbeaux about a couple of
Women's Issues in which
Sir Edmund has shown
more than a little
interest.
    Huma has said that some
of (Sir Edmund's) best
"friends" really
stand-out.



      Oddly enough, this all pertains to the debacle known as the Obama Socialised Medicine Initiative.    We wemt through this song and dance before, with a less complicated, illegal grab to nationalise the "health care industry".  The 
progressives, know that there are hordes of people out in the hinterland who want someone else to pay their way through life.
  According to Barney the Dinosaur, who is an authority on wuv, he knows what wuv means to a parasite.  One of the easiest things to do, on the behalf of such parasites, is to give them the notion that they are helpless and the Tea Party hates you, and I WUV you...I mean I WEALLY, WEALLY WUV YOU!!!  Yes! You! Hilawie, I'm talking to you....You're on camera 2, Wight now, Hilawy...!!!!

 

      This issue of being led around like sheep and rushing to this deadline and then the other deadline and then declaring victory every time there is another catastrophe, it's old.

      And by the way, Presidents cannot write law.   They can propose law, but not write law.  Once a law is passed, a President cannot rewrite the law  to a form and/or intent more to his own liking.  He can propose an amendment to the previous legislation, and even write the Bill that he might prefer.   But he cannot write new law.   He cannot write original law, and he cannot disregard a law that he has signed into force.
 

    This particular president wrote the law that he is not willing to enforce once he read the law that the wrote.  If that makes sense to the reader, then the reader is a Democrat, leftist, elitist, and probably agrees that "....we'll have to vote for the bill in order to find out what's inside of it."
    If the above procedure does not make sense, then you are probably an OROG, and/or a literate person with above average deductive and intellectual ability, a common-law, natural-law type person, and a reasonable Constitutionalist.

 

     Finally, and for this the effort this evening:   This whole thing has to have been a charade, designed to make the dull witted, low information, low intellectual level member of the "hard-working American public", become angry with the Insurance Companies.   This anger will become frustration, and then the frustration affecting the regular Democrat type voter will spill over into ire and lead the President to expropriate the insurance and oil companies pretty much like he expropriated the Auto Companies. 

 

     The Solyndra and several other "shovel ready" and "green" initiatives were made for running money through the hands of lackeys to then be delivered to various Union and Democrat fundraising operations. Fister, or whatever the name of the Scandinavian company that was making electric race cars to the moon, and many solar panel companies have all gone bankrupt. And like Solyndra and the United Auto Workers, and scores more such sham, straw-man shakedowns, they were all money launderers.

     In the Democrat lexicon, Tom Delay did not launder money and was convicted for it so that is defined as"good".   Solyndra's poobahs did launder money to give to Obama, the Democrats, and various leftist issues and personalities.  And, they did not go to jail, even after making a very dubious declaration of bankruptcy, and then receiving,  only a few hours before declaring insolvency, their last few million dollars of free central government "green" money to save the world, and that is also "good".

     Solyndra is used as an example of scores and scores of useless, defunct, and abandoned Obamamare projects, some of which did not even go through the niceties of bankruptcy.   And now, we saved General Motors so that we can proudly say, "Most of our production is in Red China."   And we can say we saved Chrysler so that we can proudly note that it is owned by Fabrica Italiana de Automobili Torino, S.p.A.   (Societe per Azionti or a Society of Stocks or in American English, Corporation).  And, of course, it is also owned partially by the United Auto Workers, who can proudly say, "Many of our workers sometimes don't drink a whole lot of beer or smoke too many joints during their 3 hours lunch breaks....very often....sometimes.  And besides those guys only work on the engines and transmissions and the braking systems". 

Thanks for putting up with the jumble...but each day that goes by we have to know that we are arriving ever closer to the edge of the Earth.  We leave you in peace as we begin to find our calendars and life preservers.  A person never knows exactly right when they might come in really handy.

El Gringo Viejo

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The Buzzards Are Circling Ever Lower

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    The buzzards are circling ever lower, bringing notions and ideas about which El Gringo Viejo can write.  Our dialogue may start again soon about the future of Texas now that a bit of normalcy is returning to the schedule.  We have had a large and pleasant contingent of visitors....all family of direct relation....and all complex and interesting people.  Ranking police officers and agents, executives, computer engineers, education professionals.  Their children were included, of course, mainly coming to do obeisance and recognition of the Matriarch of a small but terribly accomplished group of descendants.

     The folks are Latin with a large Anglo overlay, and they have a decidedly traditional bent and political drift that is decidedly to the right.  All of that is good, but there is the fact that those people used to constitute a good majority of the Latin population in Texas, but now they are outnumbered by the people who demand that provision must be made for their existence from the larder of others.
     Working where they work, and following the guidance of their method of being raised, El Gringo Viejo will assure any reader that their last concern in the world is about "immigration reform" and/or any form of legalisation for illegal aliens or any kind of accommodation that disregards the value and sacrifices of those people who complied with the law as immigrants.   In the case of these visiting family members who are my wife's blood relatives and their spouses...they are all colonials, save for the spouses.   The spouses are native Texians by many generations.

      One young mother, working in a public school environment at a fairly high level for her age, points out bluntly that 97% of the problems in the school stems from beings who are drawn from "families"  that are dissolute.   She pointed out that she had to deal with a mother who was just as profane, threatening, pushy, and illogical as her children.   She did say that she had had occasions when a grandmother would call to apologise for the incivilities committed by the mothers and the grandchildren every now and then.
     That is a sad situation, because it means that at one time a large part or the whole of the family was integral, and in two generations it had deteriorated to a cheap replica of Jersey Shores and the Jerry Springer Show meet Molly Cyrus and Lady Gargle.

     Any effort to try to reach my wife's "people", who are also my people,  as "Hispanic voters" will be mildly offensive at best.   These are that plurality who do not want central government "help", and they surely do not want to be lumped into a group that includes parasites as a group identifier.  We cannot win and then govern with "safety nets", "head starts", 2 year paid vacations for the slothful, and disability payments for the pseudo-infirmed.
     And as far as not hurting anyone's feelings in the Republican primaries, it would be difficult to surpass the dirty, foul things done by the Bush supporters and the Ford supporters before them in 1976 (when the Whigs won the GOP nomination) and 1980 (when the right wing crazies and 'issues' voters won the GOP nomination.   In 1976 Ford lost, running as a fair an reasonable guy...and also as an incumbent of sorts.   In 1980, Reagan won, running as a liberator and a restorer of great things lost and/or damaged by Carter and the ever increasing encroachment of government.   Reagan won in a landslide. And he did it again, four years later.

     Therefore, to avoid the syndrome of nominating useless "moderate" and "reasonable" and "reach across the aisle" candidates as was King George I in 1992, and Bob Dole in 1996, and John McCain in 2008, and George Romney in 2012 we must approach the GOP matter with arched backs and tails puffed up, and the wild look of a cat ready for battle.   Name a moderate as your Republican candidate for President, and it results in a a GOP disaster. 
     The reason King George the First won in 1988 is because he essentially postulated himself as "Reagan's Third Term".   For his re-election effort he was banking on having won a significant War against Saddam Hussein and had an economic situation that had begun to improve even with the return of many troops into a sluggish economic situation.  The campaign was  lacklustre, against a low-class shyster governor of Arkansas, and a lunatic billionaire who had made a lot of money by working for the central government, computerising the IRS, among other things.    King George I looked at his watch during the debate, was remembered not for defeating a tyrant who had invaded a weaker neighbour, but for breaking his "No New Taxes...Read my lips." pledge during his second acceptance speech at the GOP National Convention.   How's that reaching across the aisle stuff working out for you now, King George the First?

     This is not said in any really scornful way, but in sadness.  What good does it do to appease tyrants or bend to the will of Congressional Democrats who want to put someone else's money where their mouths are?  Each sees "being reasonable'' as weakness.   King George the Second gave geezers their "free pills" and was scorned by all...left and right.   He thought that he could buy the affection of the left and the understanding of the Right.   Twice wrong twice.
     With tyrants and Congressional Democrats, there is only one objective.  They want control, and that requires the destruction, perhaps total destruction, of the opponent,   While they are doing that, it is necessary among the leftists to always accuse the opponent of being guilty of doing something of which he is innocent, but also of which the accuser is purposefully guilty.    Spending in a profligate manner comes to mind....as well as trying to register non-existent and/or unqualified electors   and/or any other of a number of voters' rights violations while accusing the GOP of "voter intimidation".


It is time that Americans who desire to save and restore the Republic to be unyielding in their fervour.   Enjoy a Happy New Year's beginning with this view of a good Britannic and somewhat patriotic Scottish Statement....perhaps in the recognition of Scotland's separation and increasing autonomy from the United Kingdom on an amiable basis...perhaps even as a member of the Commonwealth.





Feliz An~o Nuevo! Let us redouble our effort in defence of liberty.
El Gringo Viejo

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The Ships of Fools and Jesters Sails On

     Gallup declares that Obama and (Sir Edmund)Hillary are the two most admired.   El Gringo Viejo declares that the fearsome twosome are the two most mired.  What is of interest is that neither of the most mired and/or admired individuals could muster more than 16% as the response to "Whom do you most admire?"  But, the winners give  us a chance to castremembering gazes into the past of the old Soviet-era joke, told by the Russian victims of Bolshevik "safety-netting".
     The Russians invited the Americans to a race between a USSR horse and a USA horse.  The race was held on neutral ground, in the Ukraine.  It was a standard-style 1.25 mile elongate oval track, and it was fully filmed as well as broadcast live on Soviet television.    Mid-way into the race, the screen shifted into a newscast setting, and a bulletin was read about some brigadier general who had served in the Battle of Berlin being given another medal for his heroism during the battle from 20 years past.
    When the bulletin had concluded, programming continued with a three hour review of the modifications pertaining to the new rationing formulas for food and domestic products.   In the morning PRAVA and IZVESTIA both had banner headlines on their front pages, "STUNNING VICTORY FOR SOVIET EQUESTRIANS!   IN RACE OF HISTORY, SOVIET HORSE COMES IN SECOND PLACE, AMERICAN HORSE FINISHES NEXT-TO-LAST!!!

     The scorpion stings the Lion, marxists and progressives lie through every pore of the body, and with every wag of the tongue.  My parents named me after Sir Edmund Hillary, Benghazi was due to an anti-muslim video generally unseen by anyone, and globalwarmingcoolingclimatechange is going to kill everyone, especially minorities, women, children, and the otherwise capacitated.

     And (Sir Edmund)Hillary and Barry Soetoro are the most admired persons by the American public.  Neither had more than 16% of a Gallup poll sample.  Both had fallen off sharply from the year before, when a plurality of dolts gave them better than double their present showing of 16% or a little less.   That their dull and drooling zombotronic pool of followers has diminished so much is both encouraging and troubling.   One would think that anyone so stupid and incapable of rational and reasonable thought processes would have held-in better in the making of a choice about whom it is that might be most admired.  But nay.....true love be for naught.  The dull, they jumpeth ship.  They cleave unto others equally unqualified.   Why hang with (Sir Edmund) Hillary when there is Oprah and Michelle....just think about the good they have done for women, children, Palestinians, and all the Mongolian Amazonians with psoriasis?!
     As for Barry, it seems that when the Hawai'i Registrar of Vital Statistics died in a plane crash, Barry's popularity fell to new lows.  Perhaps there is or is not any correlation. Perhaps it is a bit of the glow that still colours the socio-political scene in Washington, D.C. since the peculiar event of Vince Foster blowing his brains out without any bloodstains winding up on this neatly starched and ironed white shirt.   Perhaps there is a stench about these two horrid personalities that never leaves the nostrils, any finally causes even  the stupid to jump into the hopeful bottomless canyon of lottery ticket Wonderland in the search for other Beibers and Cyruses.

     We also note with humour and with sadness the unfolding of the story of the Russian "scientific research ship", also styled in various news service releases as a "French tourist cruise", and an "environmental analysis expedition" and even a Soviet-era type of intelligence gathering  operation by Russian intelligence operatives.  It seems as if all of the above cover-stories might have been somewhat accurate, judging by the large quantity of photos and even video that has come from the Russian craft and at least three "relief ships" that have failed in their rescue to this point.
      Academik Schokaliskie   (as good a name as any for a recon ship) and its crew and gaggle of French, American, and World Citizen global warming witnesses lost one chance of rescue by a Red Chinese "ice breaker" (as good a name as any for a weak martini) by the official name of Snow Dragon, then another from an Australian ice-breaker named Borealis Australis....romantic but no gold ring...it hung up on the ice as well.   At this writing another ship, the Wazhiristani Ill Fated has come on-scene to help extract the Russian ship or to evacuate the  crew and passengers of the "scientific research and touristic cruise ship".   To remove yourself from the snide remarks by this writer, we include a pair of linkages that will lead to other linkages that are connected to the New York Times and probably the National Security Agency and or the Geheime Staatspolizei.  ( On Twitter, Documenting an Antarctic Journey and a Countdown to a Rescue ) and (http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2531159/Antarctic-crew-build-ice-helipad-help-rescuers.html).   A real scream if  the OROG reads the lines as well as between them
     The cruise - voyage - expedition is clearly closely co-ordinated with the real, live, meaningful media, AKA the Obsolete Press.   It was designed to carry real, live, meaningful and authoritative voices to the Antarctic Continent in order to reveal the cliffs of ice breaking away from the continental mass and splashing into the ocean.   This, of course, could provide the Wise Ones with that very necessary video proof that the Jews enslaving the Palestinians to perpetual status of  bondage by vivindi refugus and Ted Cruz are exacerbating Global Warming.   We could see a film narrated by Barrack Sorotero and AlBore with the very rare Antarctic Polar Bears and Antarctic albinos crocodile being squashed by tonnes of translucent million year old slabs of ice.   Homeless Confederate Eskimoes were to be filmed drifting into the treacherous Straights of  Palin at the tip of Argentina and  Chile where they will perish long before reaching land because of the near-boiling sub-Antarctic water melting their icebergs, long used in the attempt to gain the Argentinian Dream like so many before them.  And all because the Tea Party and Ted Cruz would not let them.
     It is almost certainly true that this mission, by the Russian "research vessel, tourism cruise ship" had as its objective the depiction of the normal deep Summer's melt of the coastal waters of the Antarctic in order to try to leave the impression that it was something out of the ordinary.   Climate liars have long used the common impression that people who have real lives have that the Antarctic and the Artic are zones of perpetual, unchanging, and total frigid ice-lock and snow.  Such is not the case, and each of the Polar areas undergo the long, six-months of Summer so to speak, and produce mosquitos the size of B-52s in numbers no computer can calculate.   Still cold, more or less, but surprisingly warm in terms of the popular image carried in even reasonable peoples' minds.

More Later!
El Gringo Viejo

Christmas in those Days - III

     For all the years we lived there, with me included in we, there would be a couple of pick-up trucks that would pull into our elongated semi-circular driveway (gravel, like our feeder street), right around sun-down on those days just before Christmas.   Perhaps there were a couple of occasions when they came on Christmas Day, but normally is was a day or two earlier.

 

    It was the Latin folks who were intertwined in the construction company owned by my Godfather and Godmother.   Two of the boys were construction workers, and their mother was the maid of the house of those godparents of mine.  She was also the person who generally kept my godmother on some kind of even keel, given her schedule and responsibilities.  Both of the boys were integral to the actual practise of constructing things.

     By things, we might mean the better part of a large school complex including the parking lots, the buildings, the gymnasium, the football stadium, and so forth.  Or it might mean just coming over one Saturday morning and replacing our staircase and landing to the upper floor of the back building on the patio of our domestic compound.   My godfather, called Uncle Harold by all three of us brothers, also famously built several Post Offices in the Lower Rio Grande Valley, as in Monterey, California style, as per the GSA design number such-and-such, which included a very un-necessary basement.   They might have made good wine cellars in a different setting.

    Andrea was the woman who cared for the essentials of the hearth and home of my godparents.  Her name for me in Spanish and English was Pumpkinhead.  She was a traditional woman, found by my godmother's father on a main canal bank south of Mission, Texas.  She was there with several younger brothers, sisters, and cousins and an older woman who was also a relative.   The older woman and Andrea informed the gentleman that they had come from the battle.....and that all their men were dead.   Very little was asked beyond that, and the American man (a Southerner) rounded up the females and found carriage for them to make it to a trusted Mexican family in Mission.   The females had scant beyond the clothes on their backs, although they did carry a good amount of Mexican silver coinage which was valuable as currency.
     Places to stay and various jobs were found for these persons who had been thrust into an ill-defined journey, I never really heard or if I did, it did not stick in my pumpkin head, exactly how many people were involved in the group.  The only thing was that they all became self-supporting people and married well or well-enough.   Andrea's husband was probably the worst of the lot...lazy and a bit arrogant.   Andrea, however, was a dynamo, learning the domestic arts and sciences rapidly, and then connecting with a newlywed, well-t0-do girl who had recently married a contractor/ construction man.  The newlywed girl was the daughter of the man who had found them in the mud on the canal bank, shortly after the Battle of Reynosa in 1914, during the worst period of the Mexican Revolution of 1910  -  1917.  And, of course, the newlywed girl would come to be my godmother.
     In any regard, Andrea Vasquez de Herrera dominated the activity of the house, and became that person upon whom everyone was dependent.   There was the death of one baby of the newlywed girl, a boy, and the two daughters  were born and lived.     The first was born into the Depression and the other into the time right at the beginning of the Second Great War.   Andrea had her own brood of fine boys and a couple of girls.  Her husband went to St. Louis during the War and worked in a war materiel plant of some kind.  It was the only time that he made any real money.   My godfather was ordered into some kind of service that required building facilities for pilot-training fields in the San Antonio area.

     But, back to the semi-circular driveway.   The two pickups came in on that Christmas Eve, while we were in the middle of "dressing up" for the midnight mass.  The trucks stopped at a convenient place and several younger boys began pulling foil wrapped bundles out of shiny garbage cans.   My mother called for us to bring some big bowls, which we did, and as we came up to the pickups, Andrea directed the boys to mete out 6 dozen packets of tamales...our Christmas gift from the Herrera Family.   Andrea and her friends and nieces were famous throughout the McAllen area for their excellent traditional renderings of common to gourmet Mexican cuisine items.   The tamale was a staple and, for Anglo-type country people, as close to gourmet, comfort, and soul food as the living could produce for the living.

 

     "How many dozens have you made, Andrea?   Goodness gracious, how many garbage cans do you have here?"

    "Only twelve.  We made about 500 dozens, and we're giving our best friends six each."  she rendered the sly complement.

     My father handed Andrea's niece an envelope, somewhat surreptitiously, and it struck me odd that he had come out with his shirttail untucked although he already had his tie on and knotted perfectly, as usual.  But, it was simply that he did not want to delay the little convoy.   They had driven "way out north" and would work their way back to little clusters and then some slightly out of the way places in the city, hoping to get back in time to avoid disturbing Santa Clause. Andrea knew what my father had passed to her niece, and she scolded my father a bit...."No hay necessidad, Sen~or...por favor...."

    To which my father replied, "Si, yo lo se."   Which cut off any other debate.   The envelope contained some twenty dollars in one dollar bills that Andrea could use as favours to the children of her clan during this night and the next morning.   Before much time had passed, civilities were exchanged, various Merry Christmases and Feliz Navidades and we were back at our task of making ourselves presentable.   I seem to recall that this particular pass by the Herreras was the Christmas Eve Mass that was the first for the "middle brother'' to serve as an acolyte, but the image is not coming through.   Perhaps it is because we vested for service at the Church, and not at home.

 

    Mesquites with their leaves still on, and the hackberries, still with leaves, but losing quite a few as the Winter progressed.   Darkness was very dark in the country, the sounds in the night almost always very clear.   We could hear the two vehicles take off from the stop sign, crunching gravel and then mounting the concrete paved State 336 which formed 10th Street as it entered McAllen a couple of miles to the south.

 

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     This is what a 1952 Buick convertible looked like, and it was a wondrous and frightening thing to a farm boy.   We had a really nice Studebaker, the one with the three headlights, and we had eleven tractors.  We also had several pickups at any given time, as well as a couple of trailers.   But a Buick like the one pictured?  No.   A Willy Jeep Box-station wagon, yes....but nothing like the Buick pictured above.

     It was during that same Christmastide, about a three week hiatus from school, that the following events occurred.   It was afternoon.  We could hear the sound of a vehicle turning off of Tenth Street and  coming onto the gravel road that passed by our place.   It was moving slowly however....almost as if the driver were lost or shy.   We could hear a gaggle of post-adolescent female voices, speaking in a jumble of correct English and correct Spanish, and giggling...even outright laughing...as they come closer to the entrance to our "semi-circular driveway" that passed through the north edge of our front yard.

Miss Irene Garza
 a true princess of
McAllen, Texas

    The vehicle came to a stop before entering into the drive-way, and....and this is the sad, funny, and silly part....we three boys and our mother were all within line of sight of stopped vehicle and the six occupants.   There was that pregnant pause....and I, being the youngest and least important, went running towards the car, screeching,  "Momma...you have to get us one of these!"   It looked like the one above, except in pale blue.   It was  also a convertible, all but brand new.  Our mother recognised the girl driving and a couple of others.   Although she came from a well-established family, it was her wealthy cousin, also in the front seat whose family owned the auto.  But as best friends, and I think cousins, it was not at all unusual that the Contreras girl would allow the Garza girl to drive the impressive vehicle.  All the girls were colonials, as it was common to call such families  who had been Spanish and Mexican royal land grant people in the area.
   El Gringo Viejo's mother  directed them in a maternally authoritative way to come on in, "Don't park out there on the road, you might have Old Man Schroeder run into you.  He's as blind as a bat."   The girls all giggled...something between nervously and relieved that the Anglo lady hadn't called their parents and pleased that they had been accepted without invitation.  It was a different time.   Unmarried girls did not drive around, landing at the home of young unmarried (or married) boys without several layers of chaperonage.  Nor did they ever initiate a telephone conversation to a boy, barring some severe emergency.

     "How are you, Mrs. Newton..?   These are my friends..." and the driverette methodically introduced the girls, one by one, identifying each girl's parents and each girl's grade in school, and some interesting point about each girl...played in the band, was on the debate team, is the president of the Y-teens, etc.   It was all very impressive, almost formal, friendly, and ....nice.

     The middle brother was standing almost motionless, over by the canal.  The problem was that he was doing some tree trimming and had no shirt, so he was slinking on towards the housing compound.  I was standing there about six feet from the Buick, gazing at the Spanish faery princesses and their carriage sans cheval.

     "We were wondering if Chico were available.   We needed to talk to him about the play."  the girl driving really was one of the stars of the high school.  She was referring to the my oldest brother, who was nick-named Chico, because the workers from Mexico had so dubbed him as the younger man with the same name as his father....a junior, in other words.  Chic0 was my brother's name, and still to this day, when what few of his classmates or chums are still encountered, they will refer to Milton as "Chico".   And yes, he did had chief supporting role in the annual school play.

     "He's probably doing something in the house, let me see if I can get him out here." and my mom disappeared back into the house.  My excellent long-distance memory fails me here, but I am sure that El Gringo Viejo was a dazzling conversationalist, probably talking about pigs and cows, and snakes of course.   The girls spied a rabbit, a cottontail, and squealed in delight.   Two of our cats ran off at the noise, and that made the girls squeal even better.   "Hay, que hermoso lugar!   It's like a park"   They all seemed taken by the nice formal front yard, that still had it's elegance in spite of the assaults by the weather during the past two years.

     Milton finally came out, doing his best to act like a shy country boy.   His slicked down, wet hair bespoke of the fact that he had been trying to put on an appearance a least a little better than that of a semi-feral gorilla.  I was wearing shorts and a shirt, all made by my grandmother from flour sack fabric on her treadle.   And, of course, I was wearing my special footskin shoes.

     They talked for a long time, which for a five year old might have been seven minutes.  It was easy to see, however, that there were many agendas being served.   The girl driving was the famous Miss Irene Garza.  The next September she would take over as Drum Major of the Varsity Band of McAllen High School.   She was first-chair piccolo, and had also been first chair French horn.  She was in various clubs, and was known to have a scholastic average in excess of 95, making her a cinch for top ten, and perhaps even having a chance to be Valedictorian or salutatorian.   She was very active in her Church, The Church of the Holy Rosary, in downtown McAllen.

     As the years would pass, she would graduate from college, become a teacher, and then be murdered and her body thrown into the 2nd Street Main Canal that ran from south to north on the east side of McAllen.   In 1960, when she went missing during the Holy Week period, and was missing for several days....McAllen held its breathe...hoping against hope...

Fr. John Fiet
as he appeared in
the period 1960 - 1961
in McAllen, Texas

     This little story began late in 1952, and ended in the Spring of 1960, when one of the prettiest and most intelligent girls to have graced the City of McAllen was gone from us.   It was the worst episode in the history of McAllen simply because of the magnitude of the impact.   Totally senseless.

     A Roman Catholic priest was  implicated in the tragedy, as being the murderer, but fogs of covering and manoeuvring by the Diocese and higher removed the priest under suspicion.   His name is Father John Fiet, never charged, never convicted, but totally suspected by many police, Texas Rangers, and others.   There were a couple of other possible suspects but no real tangible evidence against either.   The only evidence, some flimsy and some circumstantial and not substantial pointed to the Roman Catholic priest who was assisting in the officiation of services the night Irene went missing from confession and mass at the Church of the Holy Rosary.  Do a search-up of Irene Garza - McAllen - 1960 and it will break the small parts of your heart.

    My brother had two really serious flames in High School, and when he learned of this matter he almost passed out.  My mother, father, the ladies of McAllen, Anglo and Latin, everyone was bereft.  Normalcy was destroyed during those hours.

We'll talk more about events during interesting times...perhaps happier times in the Magic Lower Rio Grande Valley in later posts.

El Gringo Viejo

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A Commander-in-Chief of Decay and Degradation - The Whig Response

My Christmastide has been typically pleasant.  Cool to coldish (thanks AlGore) and a bit wet.  The grandchildren are on their way down, even as Santa Clause has returned to the North Pole.  He has fed and brushed down the reindeer and put them in their stalls to rest up.   In a few days they will be out frolicking and playing, including Rudolph in their form of Reindeer soccer.

 

   Now, however, we are greeted with the news that no religious singing in VA hospitals will be presented or allowed.  Only anthems dedicated to Father Ohamaham, mmmmm, mmmmm, mmmmm,  no more dirty old Christian Religious Songs that offend people.   No! No! No!   Only good songs about chestnuts, and solstice trees, and Jenny-Frost.   And only shows that somehow equate the word Christmas with the process of providing 243 useless toys and baubles to each child, aged 34 or under or thereabouts (depending upon the level the child's  of gender-determination stress and his/her internal conflicts resolution counselling sessions per week).

 

     When your ever-so-humble commentator was invited to join the United States Army back in the late 1960s, on the first Sunday after the beginning of basic training, we were ordered to go to chapel....Protestants over there and Catholics over here.   There were four Episcopalians in the cluster of 303 basic combat training company trainees,  and we were at a loss which way to go....we wound up going over to the Roman Catholic chapel.   But, now we have arrived at the point where some bull-cow can come and tell a group of soldiers who are planning a Christmas Horse Show for the base, that they must change the name of the event to "Holiday Horse Show".   At a VA hospital, carolling is prohibited unless it is confined to a recitation of the San Francisco Telephone Yellow Pages.

 
     Folks, we need to wake up to the fact that the military is being rotted out from the inside. It is one of Obama's signal achievements. Like grinding his jack-boot into the face of Netanyahu, making the Dahli Lama leave through the trash bin exit so as not to disconcert his communist cousins in Red China, and leaving the Pakistani doctor to rot, and siding with the Muslim Brotherhood against Mubarak and Al Qaeda against Assad, the policy of Obama and his minders is to weaken, confuse, besmirch, ridicule, and degrade the military specifically and the United States of America, generally.
Next?   Selfies with Lady GagGag and Molly?

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AMERICA'S EMBARRASSMENT

 A TOTALLY LOW-CLASS PRESIDENT

 

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   The American Military?   The mission of the United States Coast Guard? The Marines? the Army?  the Air Force?  The Navy?   The entire military is now the foremost social engineering agency of the National Socialist central government. The elevation of sodomy and sodomites, the induction of females into the centre of combat and into close combat support, and the steady abolition of services pertinent to traditionalist Jews and Christians are now the norm and the degradation of military objectives, all present a wall of shame, constructed wholly by the president and his minders.   The Manchurian Candidate has become the face of the eunichisation of the American military.
     Please ask any recently returned soldier, especially those who have decided not to re-enlist recently. The simple change of the rules of engagement was enough for some, but most will say that the good General Officers are being set-up and blackmailed out of command, and at times out of the service. Check on your multiple-rockered Sergeants....especially combat unit and squad leaders...in mobile artillery and infantry.  Deck crew-chiefs and advanced mechanics on the flattops. 
          The military is steadily being castrated and disarmed and degraded. It has become another social experiment for the purpose of entertaining leftists, progressives, and other anti-American marxist-type elitists.

     They know that the low information and low intelligence people don't care the least whit about anything pertaining to the military.  And, they know that the American core populace has an abiding affection and respect for the military.  If we, the rightwing crazies jump on the Obamoids for driving the military into the ground, the White House Zombie Attack Group can issue press releases framing the issue of our complaints around something called 'Republicans, conservatives condemn Military".   That way, the low-lows can be told that the old, white men and the millionaires and billionaires hate the Army.   That is what the low-lows hear in their MTV 1/30th of a second impression bytes.   And of course, (Sir Edmund)Hillary can cackle and shriek about how much she and her fellow marxists dislike being told that they are not patriotic when the Republicans and Conservatives are badmouthing the "improvements" being made in the American military.

    No more!   We need to draw the line....and draw it back about 25 years.  We need to remember that the word soldier is a French word that pretty much  means "....to be welded..." as in solder (SOW - dehr).   In the Spanish the word is 'soldado"...which is a word that has several meanings...among them are 'welded'....and.....'soldier'.   Lots of folks do not want to be welded to a homosexual or a female in a combat situation.   We know that there will be hundred, nay...thousands who will say immediately that "I served with homosexuals and women and I'm here to tell you that you are bigotted and just plain wrong."   

     Sorry big fellow, but that's a big 10 - 10 (or 10 - 74 in some jurisdictions).  When a person talks to 10 consecutive people who have recently left the service under honourable conditions, and they all say very close variations of what El Gringo Viejo has described above....disagreement with what is being stated by El Gringo Viejo is statistically unsupportable.

 

This is not El Zorro's Seal Point.  It is an unreasonable
facsimile, because each Seal Point is absolutely
certain that he/she is the only perfectly
beautiful Seal Point in the entire
Universe. 

     Read what comfortable words are spoken by El Zorro who takes time from a busy Christmas social and family period...and who is recovering from wandering around in the dark for two hours looking for his housecat who bolted into the cold darkness of a North Texas Winter's night.   (not just any cat, but a prized Seal Point who became huffy because the house was full of friends and family, and children, and who was disgusted by the fact that he was (1) no longer in control of Mr. and Mrs.  El Zorro  and (2) he was no longer the absolute centre of the universe)

Now, the words of a combat veteran with two tours in beautiful downtown South Viet Nam, direct from El Gringo Viejo's facebook to your computer:

 

      "This is painful. Even the most hardened, dedicated, experienced troops we have cannot defend the country or the Constitution against this conspiracy that is desecrating and decomposing the military. The Obama regime is making it impossible for the Armed Forces to obey their oath to protect and defend. The dichotomy is that, by oath, they are to obey the orders of the President but to obey his orders they have to disobey their oath to support and defend the Constitution. Only we, the people, can defend the country and Constitution if there is the collective will. Which came first, the chicken or the egg? I prefer to believe it is the Constitution to which the armed forces pledge their allegiance. The Constitution established the Presidency and therefore by logic, that would be the first allegiance of the soldier. The military is in a very difficult situation."   -    El Zorro

 

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AND NOW FOR THE WHIGs  -  We remember the Whigs....who were a powerful, dominate conservative-leaning group of folks who led us up through the Ante Bellum period and all the way to end of the Union, as we knew it.   They managed to preside over a situation where the fool Abolitionists and high-tariff industrialists could howl and holler about doing away with Slavery once and for all, no matter what the cost.  They would grab their chests, and point to the very throne of the Creator and declare, "This Nation cannot suffer the shame of this contamination!  It is unnatural for one man to be owned by another.  We see no contradiction in the need to kill one man in order to free another.  It makes little difference that the broad mass of Southerners are not slavers, they are still complicit!"

    Then the fool Southerners, many of them Whigs, others who are Democrats who had more Whig in them than they ever had Democrat who would puff up and do one of two things or a combination of both....imagine the rooster with his collar puffed up, and demanding that the Abolitionists cease their dangerous demands, (1)  "If the slave is freed, to what is he freed if such is done by force?   Does this not advise both white man and black that an all powerful government can take any possession from anyone no matter how ill advised such an act might be.   Would it not be possible that at some later time, it might be decided that a man could not plough with ox nor mule, and remove from a Negro those possessions?   or his gun?  or a share of his crop without due process and compensation?   And further, are not these issues  better settled among those who know the parties, which man is fit for manumission, and which man cannot be yet or ever manumitted to full citizenship. And....(2) Is this not a matter of local prerogatives and States' Rights?   Are we to tell the industrial men in the North that their wages in their factories are penurious and their employees have none of the protections of the black man, who while a slave, is a valued property and a friend.   Must we fight a war a kill our neighbours so as to show him how to love the folks who labour for him?"  

 

     What fools we are and were.   I am and will forever be disposed to the Southern position, even knowing the stupid long-term uselessness of slavery. But, we were hung with it.   El Gringo Viejo sincerely and  actually believes things would have been better served had we been allowed to disassemble the institution calmly, especially with the on-set, already underway, of industrialisation.    There was no need for  a campaign for social justice or social democracy, but rather another path, that being  a move to common and natural law with what Robert Edward Lee called for...."the mellowing influences of Christianity" and the preparing of the Black man and the White man to live in friendship, side by side.   It was still the hope of Booker Tecumseh Washington well into the 20th Century.

 

     But the Whigs....useless...like the RINOs....The Whigs and the RINOs are the same, stumbling towards a centre position that simply exacerbates the conditions  from which they further hide.  The Whigs presided over compromise after reasonable compromise.  The Whigs argued against arguing, and they wrote long speeches.  The did not understand that the abolitionists were conceited fools who did not care about to-morrow.  The Abolitionists, like all elitist progressives, demanded the establishment of Heaven on Earth to-day and that that Heaven would be a place of their own description.   Further, if someone had a different description of Heaven on Earth, that person was wrong and needed to be killed sooner rather than later, or we could die trying to kill those people. No philosophy beyond abolition could be tolerated (something like the abortion issue to-day), save for the establishment of a common class...each equal unto the other....but to which class the Abolitionists and Social Reformers themselves would not pertain because of their obviously higher level of cultural worth and their better understanding of the nature of things.

 

     Where were the men among the Whigs?  Nowhere.     What was the greater vision of the Massachusetts and other New Englander Abolitionists?  Nothing   What good would come from fighting a "woe-wah"  to defend State's prerogatives and an untenable Peculiar Institution when both would be lost along with that War.   Almost certainly the losers would be the White Southerners of all social positions, and the Black Southerner, free and slave, of all conditions and positions.

 

     Whigs and RINOs.  Marxists and Progressives.  What a bunch of lumps of coal.  Southerners, what a bunch of Dumboes.  And I among them. Pray for Constitutional Restoration.  Pray for the Republic of Texas.  Pray for the Good of America.

     We turn the pages of the new calendars, while hoping to live at least long enough to see the end of this horrid quagmire of conundrum, mendacity, and duplicity.  We find this entire episode to be so very sad....and humiliating.
   Finally, is it not strange that the one person to die in another inconvenient plane crash, such as in Hawai'i, is the State's chief Vital Statistics officer?  What are the odds?   Where are Steve L0rd and Tom Selleck when we need them?

 

El Gringo Viejo

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