Sunday, 28 December 2014

I shall change your name. But how?

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    Some people are beautiful on the outside.  Some are beautiful on the inside.  Some people are intelligent, and it shows just by looking at them.  And, some people have loads of talent.  Here the OROG can stop and take a tank-full of all of the above.  Nuf sed:
 
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Thanks for joining in.  More later.
El Gringo Viejo
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Saturday, 27 December 2014

But aren't the Marines terribly Southern? A Yankee intellectual absorbs the truth and speaks it. El Zorro brings it to you....

to nibbic
      nibbic was my nephew.  He was a Marine.  There are many Marines in my family.  nibbic is gone now but when I am touched by words such as these below, I cannot help but think of him.  He was good at being a Marine and we spent hours, just the two of us over a beer or two, talking about the service and what it means to us.  He and I will talk again about service and the bonds that are forever.
    Thank you nibbic, for your service.
 
My Heart on the Line
By Frank Schaeffer
The Washington Post
Before my son became a Marine, I never thought much about who was defending me. Now when I read of the war on terrorism or the coming conflict in Iraq, it cuts to my heart. When I see a picture of a member of our military who has been killed, I read his or her name very carefully. Sometimes I cry.
In 1999, when the barrel-chested Marine recruiter showed up in dress blues and bedazzled my son John, I did not stand in the way. John was headstrong, and he seemed to understand these stern, clean men with straight backs and flawless uniforms. I did not. I live in the Volvo-driving, higher education-worshiping North Shore of Boston. I write novels for a living. I have never served in the military.
 
It had been hard enough sending my two older children off to Georgetown and New York University. John's enlisting was unexpected, so deeply unsettling. I did not relish the prospect of answering the question, "So where is John going to college?" from the parents who were itching to tell me all about how their son or daughter was going to Harvard. At the private high school John attended, no other students were going into the military.
 
"But aren't the Marines terribly Southern?" asked one perplexed mother while standing next to me at the brunch following graduation. "What a waste, he was such a good student," said another parent. One parent (a professor at a nearby and rather famous university) spoke up at a school meeting and suggested that the school should "carefully evaluate what went wrong."
 
When John graduated from three months of boot camp on Parris Island, 3,000 parents and friends were on the parade deck stands. We parents and our Marines not only were of many races but also were representative of many economic classes. Many were poor. Some arrived crammed in the backs of pickups, others by bus. John told me that a lot of parents could not afford the trip.
We in the audience were white and Native American. We were Hispanic, Arab, and African American, and Asian. We were former Marines wearing the scars of battle, or at least baseball caps emblazoned with battles' names. We were Southern whites from Nashville and skinheads from New Jersey, black kids from Cleveland wearing ghetto rags and white ex-cons with ham-hock forearms defaced by jailhouse tattoos. We would not have been mistaken for the educated and well-heeled parents gathered on the lawns of John's private school a half-year before.
 
After graduation one new Marine told John, "Before I was a Marine, if I had ever seen you on my block I would've probably killed you just because you were standing there." This was a serious statement from one of John's good friends, a black ex-gang member from Detroit who, as John said, "would die for me now, just like I'd die for him."
 
My son has connected me to my country in a way that I was too selfish and insular to experience before. I feel closer to the waitress at our local diner than to some of my oldest friends. She has two sons in the Corps. They are facing the same dangers as my boy. When the guy who fixes my car asks me how John is doing, I know he means it. His younger brother is in the Navy.
 
Why were I and the other parents at my son's private school so surprised by his choice? During World War II, the sons and daughters of the most powerful and educated families did their bit. If the idea of the immorality of the Vietnam War was the only reason those lucky enough to go to college dodged the draft, why did we not encourage our children to volunteer for military service once that war was done?
 
Have we wealthy and educated Americans all become pacifists? Is the world a safe place? Or have we just gotten used to having somebody else defend us? What is the future of our democracy when the sons and daughters of the janitors at our elite universities are far more likely to be put in harm's way than are any of the students whose dorms their parents clean?
I feel shame because it took my son's joining the Marine Corps to make me take notice of who is defending me. I feel hope because perhaps my son is part of a future "greatest generation." As the storm clouds of war gather, at least I know that I can look the men and women in uniform, in the eye. My son is one of them. He is the best I have to offer. He is my heart.

Thursday, 25 December 2014

Another Stiff Dose of Hope and Change

     We are writing from San Antonio, in the very comfortable confines of the home of my wife's brother and sister-in-law.  In the correct Spanish that would be respectively, my cun~ado (brother-in-law) and concun~a (wife of my brother-in-law).   They have a very pleasant, nearly gingerbread-house fully adorned in classical American, Rockwellian Christmas vesture.  Remarkable, generous, and competent people.

     In the meantime, El Zorro rides through the night to remind young and old, tall and short, rich and poor....that if you work and/or invest and/or have anything at all....you didn't do that.   The government let you have it.  The government decided to give it to you.  You didn't do it.   Therefore, as collateral damage associated with the  Obama Socialised Medicine Initiative, we need to remember the following little present from Santa Satanas....you know, the brother of Lois Lerner and the Gruber that stole Christmas, Easter, your private life, your children's and grandchildren's future, and traditional life as we knew it.

To Wit:

 
Remember this��WHEN YOU DO YOUR TAXES IN APRIL) ! ! ! ! ! !
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In case you didn't notice.
Here is what happened on January 1, 2014��:
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Top Medicare tax went from 1.45% to 2.35%,
an increase of 62 %
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Top Income tax bracket went from 35% to 39.6%,
an increase of 13 %
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Top Income payroll tax went from 37.4% to 52.2%,
an increase of 52 %
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Capital Gains tax went from 15% to 28%��
an increase of 87 %
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Dividends tax went from 15% to 39.6%,
an increase of 164 %
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Estate tax went from 0% to 55%,
an increase of infinity . . .
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Remember this fact:
These taxes were all passed��with��only��democrat votes
No republicans voted for these taxes.
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These taxes were all��quietly passed
under the Affordable Care Act, aka OBAMACARE.
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If you think it is important that everyone in the U. S.
should know this, pass it on.
If not, then delete it.
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     Please forgive the assault upon the OROG community's sensibilities during the Feast of the Nativity.  But we must now fight on the Sabbath, on the High Holy Days, on Feast Days, on Fasting Days, and on every day of the Calendar.  Begin to-morrow on Boxing Day, just by remembering the above facts.  Bring them to mind to Boehner and McConnell.   Stand the good fight, and ride to the sound of the guns.   El Zorro's message is more than salient.   It has become a matter of life, death, and whether or not we pursue happiness of abide in misery and dependence.
El Gringo Viejo
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Wednesday, 24 December 2014

We make this dedication to.....

 
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     As we move towards the next session of the United States Congress, El Gringo Viejo requests, fervently of Mssrs. Boehner and McConnell that they set out a simple agenda, worthy of all men to be received and approved. 
 
I.
 A balanced budget for the coming fiscal year.  Go back and
do it over again.  Remember 1 + 1 = 2
3 - 2 = 1
 
II.
Complete and total rescission, abolition, and repeal of the
Obama Socialised Medicine Initiative


III.
Immediate approbation of the Keystone Project


IV.
Movement through, over, under, or around the White
House and the Department of Justice to resolve the
Fast and Furious and Lois Lerner Corruption and
Criminal activities with charges and conviction.
If Scooty Libby has to do time, while innocent
these slime should do time when guilty.  Why
does Hope and Change mean ugly is beauty,
new is old, black is white, nothing is
 everything, wet is dry?

V.
Stand and fight or we shall know that you are with and
among them. We shall know that you are a National
Socialist the same as Pocahontas and (Sir Edmund)
Hillary.   There is no difference and there is no
health in you.  No more, "We need to keep our
powder dry for the budget fight.  Or, We need
to draw the line next month on the judicial
nominations.  If we fight this, the press
will kill us.  We need to hold off until
next time when the timing will be
better."  No mas, no mas.

VI.
Enforce existing immigration laws.  They are not broken.  They
are simply not enforced in a straightforward manner.  Also, in
terms of reaching out to "minorities", just shut up.  Our door
has always been open.  Please notice the kinds of people of
Black African Ancestry we have in our party, and the kind
they have in their.  Observe the various types of Latins we
have in our party and what they have in their.  Their
Black Africans and "Hispanics"  are accessories
 to the crime of re-establishing plantation
slavery.  Ours are Americans, and
dedicated to the concept of
Free Enterprise and
Self-Reliance.

VII.
There is a bit more.   But you bums will not even do this most
minimum amount of reasonable legislation.  No testosterone,
 no gain.  Are you just a slightly paler shade of commie red,
or have you ever heard of putting the Republic ahead of
your re-election certainty?  You have your grandchildren
safely positioned because you are bleeding our children
and grandchildren just as certainly as if you were 100%
Draculene Monsters.

VIII.
If not, then this is my song I dedicate to all you two-faced
Haley Barbour varmints.



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Sincerely,
El Gringo Viejo
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Tuesday, 23 December 2014

Quick Impressions taken by a Dilettante en Sociologia

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      This entire matter of the northeastern political and cultural elites play-acting over the matter of police killing black men brings one to the point of simultaneous tears  and belly-laughter.

     In the Staten Island case, a very large man was wrestled to the ground so as to be arrested for the high crime of selling cigarettes, one by one, that had no New York State tax sticker.  These are cigarettes that are brought into the grand and august presence of the Statue of Liberty from the backwards recesses of America known as the Old Confederacy.
     The only thing dumber than arresting a man for a misdemeanour and trying to detain him by force.    The famous "choke hold", as it was called, was not a choke hold.  After considerable effort, several officers managed to subdue the arrestee through various pressures, including a "head lock".   Considering the size of the man, and his relative innocuousness, it would have been much better to give a brief lecture and/or write a ticket that would have involved a relatively minor fine.
     Like a lot of "big" people who seem to be just overweight, this individual had more muscle than lard.  He also made a mistake the same as had the officers.  He disdained the officers' authority and, essentially, resisted arrest.  One can ask, "Why?"   What is to be gained?  Perhaps the arrestee knew that the officers knew that he had information about another much more serious crime and they wanted to shake him down for that information.
Perhaps the arrestee knew that the information could be traced back to only one informant....he, himself....and he wanted to avoid the reprisal of some really serious street thug.

      The man essentially began an irrecoverable descent into asphyxia that began with his weight causing pulmonary shutdown.  Not knowing the full extent of any pathology, it is very probable that, due to his size, he went into cardiac arrest, considering that some of his last utterances were, "I can't breathe."   He was assisted immediately.  Everyone felt miserable. But it goes all the way back, yea! even unto Rodney King (R.I.P).   We can pass by Treyvon and the Gentle Giant and review Mr. King's magnificent and inspiring life-lessons.
     For instance, in the case of Rodney King, on that fateful night, there were two Negroes detained.   The driver of the Hyundai Excel, chased at speeds up to 105 mph for 40 minutes....Mr. King....and another younger man who apparently still suffers from "eyes-the-size-of-plates" syndrome.   Five officers were involved in trying to subdue the estimable Mr. King....four males, and one female.   All were white, including one of Latin origin.   Mr. King was very large, approximating 300 pounds, and standing 6' 5".   He was actively resisting any and all efforts by the officers to subdue him.   During the episode he was laughing and making sexual statements and gestures toward the female officer.   He was beaten with night-sticks (batons), sat upon, held in judo and wrestling holds, cuffed at the ankles, and subjected to other measures before finally being brought to a manageable state.
     One of the two Negroes had no problem with the police that night.   There was Mr. King, and there was his associate that evening.   Mr. King did not follow the lawfully stated orders of a policeman.   His associate did what the police to him to do at that time and at that place.   One behaved as a rabid gorilla might, and one behaved as an honest and straightforward citizen might.   One had the stuffing beat out of him, the other had nary a blow or apparently a cross word.

     The race hustlers, poverty pimps, parasites, and demagogues rained out of the sky in Noahnic proportions.  They had to fly them in in C-5As until LAX ran out of tarmac and could park no more.   The C-5As began landing in San Diego and Ontario, and even at the parking lot at Disneyland.   Maxine Water even demanded!!!   demanded!!! a 100 dollar allotment to all the people in the United States Census Bureau tract that was most damaged by the rioters after the innocent verdict was turned out by the jury in the matter of Mr. King's abusers.  And the United States Congress enacted such an absurd bill post-haste.   George Bush the First even sent in the Department of Justice to provide double-jeapordy process against the officers by filing on them for civil-rights violations after the trial.

     Mr. King redeemed himself by living a virtuous and positive life for the next several years, with only five or six criminal issues, including DWIs involving both alcohol and drugs.   He is admired by the civil right community for being able to  remain completely stoned and/or drunk the vast majority of the time until finally croaking in 2012.   He was found at the bottom of his swimming pool.   To wit:
 
      The Rialto Police Department began a standard drowning investigation and stated there did not appear to be any foul play. On August 23, 2012, King's autopsy results were released, stating he died of accidental drowning, and alcohol, cocaine, marijuana, and PCP found in his system were contributing factors. "The effects of the drugs and alcohol, combined with the subject's heart condition, probably precipitated a cardiac arrhythmia and the subject, thus incapacitated, was unable to save himself and drowned".
   
     Mr. King's main squeeze, a fiance' a Miss Kelly, the one who found the body at the bottom of the pool at 05:30 in the morning, had also served on the jury that awarded King over 3,000,000 USD due to his physical and emotional suffering at the hands of the Los Angeles Police Department.  (?)

     In the ensuing rioting that took place after the State trial of criminal charges against the officer that resulted in almost total overall acquittal of all the serious charges, about 60 people were killed, and damages exceeded five billion dollars.   Because of the lack of guts and the stupidity of Police Chief Gates, radical and degenerate elements of the local community essentially destroyed large swaths of the City of Angels.   Order was finally restored only after large deployments of the National Guard and elements of the Army's 82nd Airborne Division.  Gates had left the business owners to fend for themselves in terms of defending their businesses.

     And when it was all over the rioters were forgiven by the leftist press because their rage was "understandable".  The Republicans were blamed as well, and told by the press and the Democrats that if they did not do outreach to the "black community" there would be no Republican Party within a very few years.

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NYC PAPERS OUT. Social media use restricted to low res file max 184 x 128 pixels and 72 dpi
Al Sharpton, 58, and Aisha McShaw (right),
 35, seen at the Essence Festival on
July 7 in New Orleans have been
 an item for months.
The more things change, the more
they stay the same.
    
     We vote for"hope and change" and nothing changes and all becomes hopeless.  We vote for change and hope, and there is no hope and things remain changeless.   And, here we are again.   The race hustlers and poverty pimps...the same ones, incredibly enough, come out of the woodwork to practice their shakedowns and extortion.   Their hypocrisy is worn like a badge of honour.   Love babies, paid for by foundation contributions, civil suit judgements left unaddressed as if they were written on blocks of ice in the Sahara.....it is an abandoned junk-yard....an impromptu unattended garbage dump.....hideous posturing and threats, blamelessness, undeserved arrogance, and sense of entitlement and importance.
     The above picture shows a nun who is a member of Sharpton's religious organisation.   She has been counselling and guiding Sharpton in recent years with religious orientation and moral position matters.   She recently advised the old goat (who looks like the result of a marriage of a zombie and a water buffalo) that it would be good to develop social assistance programmes that would give free money to girls to have a lot of babies with no fathers.  That way, she told him, "We can take money from the people stupid enough to work and/or invest their money, by taxing them.  Then we can give the money to the girls with the babies.  Then after a bit, their children can run amok and become of bunch of criminal, self-indulgent sub-humans with a sense of entitlement so strong that they feel like they can steal or take anything they wish, like cigars from Koreans.  They could beat up or kill anyone without a twinge of the conscience they don't have.  It would be like 'The Uncle Omar and Auntie Zietuni Show', where they preside over the neighbourhood where 40% of the males are in prison for serious felonies, usually associated with turf and drug sales, and where black males kill other black males at the rate of 10,000 per year.  And we can blame it on.....let's see....we can blame it on....I know, 'White Privilege'.   Don't you just love my ideas, Sharpypoo?"

     She pointed out to Sharpton that, with luck, these children born into a life of total dependence upon the public coffer's generosity will live in the knowledge of their uselessness and lack of worth, and they will blame it on the same people who gave them their public assistance.  Such is always the result of publicly financed "help".  It will guarantee racial hatred, demagoguery, and politicians "helping" the "children", the "poor", and the "minorities" forever.  A veritable perpetual motion machine.

     She's one sharp cookie.  Or, do you all think Al thought all this stuff on his own?
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Saints preserve the Republic.  If the Republicans do not move within six months in significant ways during the coming year, the Republic is toast.
El Gringo Viejo
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Sunday, 21 December 2014

THE CUBA AFFAIR - A Gathering of Marxists This Way Comes

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Raul Castro Ruz
Beacon of Social Justice
and Fair Income
 Re-distribution


"Once and for all, we and all fair-minded people in solidarity must mobilise  to make that one, last two-year total assault against the horrid hegemony forced upon the exploited nations of the mestizo and indigenous races that have suffered far too long.    Now, perhaps, finally Cuba will be free from the blockade that has kept us impoverished for much of the past Century and all of the present one.   The arrogance of Gringismo and the notion of Anglo-Saxon supremacy is now conquered, and Glorious Socialism has won once more by vigorously defending the downtrodden."


     Do not doubt that these are the words booming out over Radio Rebelde, late at night, from Santiago to the Isla de Pinos and the Isla de Juventud.   Throughout the nation that has become essentially a junkyard, people are being shoved out one more time to tie Fidel onto his horse so that he lead one more triumphal entry into La Habana de Cuba.
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     One might assume that the above hypothetical quote from Radio Rebelde is an over-the-top denigration of a poor stuggling national radio system, using bicycle-pedal generators just to struggle to stay on the air, due to the embargo, blockade, barricade, isolation, and quarantine of the Peoples' Republic of Cuba.   It is all a lie.   Every Pope since John XXIII has urged or even demanded that the United States end the illegal blockade.   Over 3,000 of the world's 234 nations have demanded that the United States stop blockading Cuba.   The United Nations issues up to 712 demands every hour of every day concerning the blockade of Cuba.


     In keeping with the framing of all issues by the left, it is all a lie.   Every nation in the world trades with Cuba.  Japan, Spain, The United Kingdom, Red China, Canada, Brazil, Russia, and the powerhouses of Haiti and Venezuela.   All of them.  India, South Africa, South and North Korea, Taiwan, and BossoNova Gapuvia.  Every one of them.  The European Economic Community has 17,000 standing committees working 25 hours per day, year around, even during Kwanza and Global Warming, Cooling, and Climate Change Memorial Day, working against the Blockade.



     In spite of all of this, and even the the world Communist and leftist movement's worshipping of Nelson Mandela's ghost via very respectful and meaningful in the greater sense selfies, Cuba remains something less than an overfilled septic tank in the order of things.   Ernesto (Che) Guevara, the guy who established the T-shirt company, who murdered up to 2,500 Indians, Negroes, Mestizos, fellow communists, rustic traditionalists and other such folks by his own hand, thought that the problem with Cuba was probably the fact that it had too many Negroes.   His solution was to send them all to the United States and let them drag that country down so that Cuba wouldn't have to send them back to Africa or have them liquidated.   Reading further into his public writings, it is revealed that his opinion about the Mexicans was the same



Where some of the Castro's foreign
crony capitalists stay while
"doing business" in the
workers' tropical democratic
paradise
 That Fidel and Raul Castro have apparently absconded with an estimated two billion dollars during their time and service should be no great surprise.  Some estimates are even higher....much higher, all deposited in foreign banks under a maze of legal sounding names.
   Fidel's "labyrinth" of subsidiary private business developments, shopping centres, gasoline station chain, events centre and industrial plaza have provided considerable income.  And since Fidel and Raul are part of the 1/100th of the "One Per Cent" they pay no taxes, nor does anyone challenge their real estate leasing and purchase development, such as the one at Villa Armonia....."just 15 minutes from downtown Old Havana, set on beachside views and tropical wonder".  There people can stay in segregated facilities....no stinking natives, save those who have been prepped to both attend and spy on the high ranking foreign business people and others who have been lured into the spider's web.
The foreign business people who were rushing into Cuba about ten years ago, have all mainly returned, mainly to Spain licking their wounds, because Raul began to treat them much more roughly after Hugo Chavez began to give Cuba free oil and refined product.  The Castros did not need any new money to burn from the Gachupines so they were dumped as fast as the dog could scratch off the tick.

     Now, the Great Hugo Chavez is being composted, and Maduro, the new madman of Venezuela has essentially turned his back on Cuba except to demagogue in their behalf occasionally.   So it became necessary to play up to the stupidest, meanest, most anti-American administration available....so they decided to answer Valerie Jarrett's insistent robo-dialed apology line, finally.
      For those who think that any "new Cuba opening" will somehow translate into great opportunity for the American investing, manufacturing, and labouring class, be aware that all of Cuba with 11,200,000 population produces 1/12th of what the State of Tamaulipas, Mexico produces with a population of 4,000,000.


   And with all the nations who do business and send tourism to Cuba, which is any and all of them who care to, there is one nation that stands out in the greatest delivery of low cost or essentially free grains, processed food, and medicine.   There is one nation that stands out as first in economic inter-activity with Cuba, from whence Cuba derives the great majority of all of its international hard currency.   Derived from legal activity.  One Nation.  Under God.  With liberty and justice for all.  Adding an Embassy benefits only two men at this point.
     It would take a minimum of 10 years to even think about putting Cuba back up on a 2nd World footing, and it would require a mainly private, Marshall Plan administered by someone of Mitt Romney's administrative level,  plus much churching.   Over one-third of fertile females in Cuba at this time are dedicated to prostitution.   The much vaunted Cuban free medical system....The Best in the World....is a joke.  The government jefes and their families almost all go to Spain or Mexico for almost any remotely serious procedure.


     So, the idea of crony capitalists lining up to take "investment tours" into Cuba to pick up a lot of low-hanging fruit is something reserved only for "important" investors such as the Wizards of Solyndra and the Red Chinese who love to build bullet trains that Wiley Coyote would not buy, and dams in Peru whose walls collapse with dependability.   Consider also the following sombre demographic:

FOR CUBA



Year
PopulationGrowth Rate
1960
7 141 130
N/A %
1961
7 289 830
2.08 %
1962
7 450 405
2.20 %
1963
7 618 358
2.25 %
1964
7 787 144
2.22 %
1965
7 951 916
2.12 %
1966
8 110 405
1.99 %
1967
8 263 513
1.89 %
1968
8 413 282
1.81 %
1969
8 563 130
1.78 %
1970
8 715 054
1.77 %
1971
8 869 924
1.78 %
1972
9 025 344
1.75 %
1973
9 176 167
1.67 %
1974
9 315 458
1.52 %
1975
9 438 366
1.32 %
1976
9 543 798
1.12 %
1977
9 633 669
0.94 %
1978
9 710 009
0.79 %
1979
9 776 117
0.68 %
1980
9 835 085
0.60 %
1981
9 886 228
0.52 %
1982
9 930 589
0.45 %
1983
9 975 082
0.45 %
1984
10 028 578
0.54 %
1985
10 097 020
0.68 %
1986
10 183 690
0.86 %
1987
10 285 920
1.00 %
1988
10 396 268
1.07 %
1989
10 503 898
1.04 %
1990
10 600 841
0.92 %
1991
10 684 831
0.79 %
1992
10 757 891
0.68 %
1993
10 821 551
0.59 %
1994
10 878 823
0.53 %
1995
10 932 013
0.49 %
1996
10 980 758
0.45 %
1997
11 024 249
0.40 %
1998
11 063 917
0.36 %
1999
11 101 580
0.34 %
2000
11 138 416
0.33 %
2001
11 175 465
0.33 %
2002
11 212 125
0.33 %
2003
11 245 926
0.30 %
2004
11 273 363
0.24 %
2005
11 292 078
0.17 %
2006
11 301 100
0.08 %
2007
11 301 674
0.01 %
2008
11 296 355
-0.05 %
2009
11 288 826
-0.07 %
2010
11 281 768
-0.06 %
2011
11 276 053
-0.05 %
2012
11 270 957
-0.05 %
2013
11 259 235
-0.10 %
2014
11 241 922
-0.15 %

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     These statistics are fairly accurate, and it is known that the Cuban population has become almost hopelessly either old or saturated with fatherless children and a diminishing reservoir of young people.   Further, what young people there are seem to be educated in useless things such as "how to love Fidel better" and the wonders of Socialism.   Also, unlike in times past, the intellectual ability of the Cubans....regarded as uncommonly high during the first part of the 20th Century, has since diminished  noticeably.
     These are not politically correct things to say  or point out.  It is, none of it, the fault of the Cuban people per se.   It is obviously the result of listless, pointless life, standing in ration lines, being propagandised instead of educated, having an horrid diet.   It also is the result of  being treated essentially as parade stuffing to glorify a petty fuhrer who suffers from both a well-deserved inferiority complex and a messianic complex rarely found among  either the sane or insane.




     We are being treated to the scene which includes  one marxist wannabe dictator casting a life-line over to a fellow marxist dictator, and each hoping that the other will save what little there is left to save out of the wreckage they both have created.
El Gringo Viejo
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