El Chapo Guzman recaptured 08-01-2016 Breaking news (expanded and updated)

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    The issue of El Chapo Guzman is, to-day, a very pleasant thing.  It should be admitted that your humble writer was elated at the news that the Mexican Army had located and engaged Guzman in an upscale subdivision of the very pleasantly boring city of Los Mochis, Sinaloa. 

     After first reports, this Army guy had to swallow the fact that the Mexican Army provided the necessary security ring around the site to be attacked, perhaps three special companies of heavy infantry.   Los Mochis is a new city, relatively, by Mexican standards, being founded and organised in the first quarter of the 1900s, mainly by American agricultural interests.   It is also the western terminus of the famous Copper Canyon rail line, Ferrocarriles Chihuahua al Pacifico, or  The Che - Pe  (chay - pei) as it is known in the area.             

    Oddly enough, the rail line does not really connect Chihuahua City with the Pacific Ocean.   It actually connects to the Sea of Cortez, which is connected to the Pacific Ocean, but several hundred miles further to the South. But we diverge from our unconquerable instinct to gloat.

     When the time came to wallow in the quagmire of stupidity and/or corruption that was required to facilitate the escape of El Chapo Guzman, we were more than slightly disappointed, as the OROG might imagine. While we reserve the right to bellyache and moan about Mexico's deficiencies and problems, we truly do celebrate their advances and the really fine things that abound in Mexico.   We especially celebrate how they maintain so much of their past and how in all seeming disorder they present so very many, thousands and thousands of exquisite corners of tranquility, beauty, dignity, and peace.   And yes, the French, Germans, and Japanese visitors say the same thing....it is not the mad visions of a pro-Mexican Texian.

     BUT!   When El Chapo made his escape and all were guffawing about the stupidity, corruption, and incompetence of the Mexican authorities, your humble commentator suggested strongly that it would be but a short episode that El Chapo would be a free man.

    The press people assured us, however, that El Chapo was extremely shrewd and that he had 6,000,000,000 dollars in his front pocket and scores of thousands of people who would protect him at all costs and that he would bribe his way into Costa Rica or wherever he wished and that was that, so stick a fork in it.....it's done.

     One quiet, small, insignificant voice said, "No!"
   That is because of Rule No. 7 of the Mexican Ethos and Life Guide which reads, "The easy stuff we can screw up pretty well.  The hard stuff we do perfectly."

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    G-2 elements of the Mexican Army managed to pick up on the trail of El Chapo about three months ago.   Regular infantry went in at a place named Cosala',  Sinaloa on the western slopes of the Sierra Madre Occidental, near the border with the State of Durango.  Rather clumsily, they found that El Chapo had been in a small, very marginalized congregation of huts.  After a bit of door busting and shouting, it was learned that El Chapo had gone west towards the Coast, in the general direction of Mazatlan and Los Mochis, and Culiacan.....where he had a lot of friends.....and even more enemies.

     Apparently, while afoot, and grabbing rides with two buddies in tow, he decided to go, while still in the mountainous pre-savannah area, to the north and another village where he was less known.   That stay lasted about two weeks, and then one early evening he was informed that the Army had arrived in force....many soldiers....maybe 300.    Before he could come up with a plan, he was left with no alternatives except to run into the night and hope that he could remember the run of the bunny trail that led due west.

      Suddenly there was a great deal of gunfire, several of El Chapo's men were killed or seriously wounded.   El Chapo himself either broke his leg, or was shot in the leg....stories change back and forth.  He also had suffered a serious laceration to the left side of his forehead.   But he managed his escape.

      Another two months or so elapsed.   Observers were deployed along the old "free" highway between Los Mochis and Mazatlan, and at many points along the fancy toll road.   Secondary, rural highways were staked out.   Ears were put to the ground, conversations monitors at truck stops, in a thousand little bars and clapboard restaurants and in the hundreds of fancier, even elegant restaurants and haunts of the middle and upper classes.   It is probable that 200 or more Mexican Army and Naval Infantry worked in plain clothes, as their information drew them, ever further, to the north, and the city of Los Mochis.

     It is probable, and it has been said, that Mexican Policia Civil Federal, also in plain clothes joined with the Army to form a line over all the highways heading north towards Mexicali and Hermosillo and Nogales.   They did not want El Chapo to make a run to the United States.   Toll Stations were manned with revolving teams of plain clothes "maintenance workers" and  "truck drivers'' in case Guzman decided to take the high road to the north.  Truck stops and diners were likewise staffed in all probability with Federal Civil Police.   Information continued to be gathered.

     Before long, the golden nugget is delivered.  El Chapo has many friends, and he has even more enemies.   He is in Los Mochis in one of the several rich districts.   In a matter of hours, the forces of the Republic are deployed and the forces of Lucifer are surrounded.   It is in a lower range de luxe part of town.  The house is solidly built, brick veneer over concrete block and plaster, inside and out.
     There was a methodical fire fight for about four hours.  At each juncture where there was a silence, the renewal revealed a little less firepower on the part of the Guzman group.   El Chapo was not in the house when all went silent, but the police and Naval Infantry and Army pretty much knew where he would be.  And they were waiting for him.  To wit:

     When all was done there was El Chapo, semi-hog tied, six dead members of his inner group.  Some were immediate subordinates.   One, the leader of the northern division of the Sinaloa Cartel escaped, although it is thought he might have been "allowed" to escape so as to be followed by some of the "maintenance workers" and "truck drivers" to other important hideaways in the north, perhaps even in the United States.  El Chapo, in the meantime, was seen exiting a sewer and meeting up with his "ride" on the north end of town.  That vehicle was quickly surrounded by the famous belted machine-gun pickups of the Mexican Army....three or four of them, and Guzman was taken to a nearby, tony hotel/motel of four and a half stars, washed-up, and then delivered to a waiting helicopter.
      That helicopter then delivered Guzman to the airport where a Mexican Army executive jet was waiting to take him and his five buddies to prison processing.   The shackled "detainees" were prohibited from speaking for the duration of the 90 minute flight.

     An odd twist is placed upon this whole scenario when one learns that El Chapo made many mistakes that set him up for a fall.   Among the strangest is that he continuously worked his cellular telephone, negotiating with producers and agents concerning a biographic that he was trying to put together.   I have not been made privileged to be informed exactly with whom Guzman was so ardently negotiating about telling the story of his fine life.

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Add Here is a bit of proof that we Army-type guys did have a

role in this capture of El Chapo Guzman.    Kudos, however, are

certainly due the Naval Infantry...what we call the Marines, for the

truly magnificent victory they achieved.   Truth be told, the Infantry

Naval and the Ejercito are both repeated and honoured as honest

and valiant fighting and public service groupings, but a slight edge 

is held by the Naval Infantry in opinion polls.  

More later,

El Gringo Viejo

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Does Michelle Obama Represent only the Black Community?

A Black Man repeats the words spoken by Booker Tecumseh Washington that El Gringo Viejo has had posted on his sidebar for the last five years.    The words were true then, they are true now. They will serve to haunt the verminous demagogues who for the past many generations have entrapped and enslaved the Black Race into the worst kind of willing bondage.

The notion that a permanent voting bloc can be purchased by arrogant politicians, with other peoples' money, so as to enslave that voting bloc to grovelling for subsistence should be revolting to all who witness it.  The practice should be punishable, but we call it politics and look the other way.   We smiled when the census showed that the Negro illegitimacy rate was 7% back in 1950 and the Caucasian illegitimacy rate was 5%.

Now, after all the sex education, Planned Parenthood "counselling", regendering, non-judgementalism,  diversity training, tolerance indoctrination, affirmative action, false hero worshipping, and pure material impulse, public assistance, and Head Start, we have millions of people who cannot "make it".   But we have the proof that folks "made it" even back in the late 1800s strictly by the content of their character.   The greatest Beacon of that massive force of a single personality was one Dr. Booker Tecumseh Washington.

We would do well to study carefully the words of this man, and then judge carefully the words and associates of Jesse Jackson and Al Sharpton (we eschew the titles Reverend or Pastor), and even Martin Luther King, Jr. who never had the character of his father, the Rev. Martin, Sr.

We have built so many Golden Calves that are actually made of pot metal, and disregarded other men and women who actually conquered against much worse barriers, who have silver brains and golden hearts and platinum souls.   The pain of knowing that the cradle to grave welfare system is cranking out so many babies who have no souls, no guidance, not the least iota of a catechism of any positive kind literally causes me anguish.

     It is necessary to wean everyone from public assistance or we who produce or who have produced will all soon be led to the guillotine that has been placed by the burning bakery.   I had to shake my head in disbelief when it was read that certain large sections of Chicago have a higher homicide rate than even Honduras and Venezuela.
     And we are led by a "community organiser"  whose job it was to put people into the trough pens, with no fathers....or even grandfathers....or uncles, who then lectures us about the need for gun safety and climate change while sleeping children have their brains and guts blown out as teenagers blast away with uncaring aim with Glocks and AK47s.    And he lectures us for the mess he and his ilk created.   Neat.....

El Gringo Viejo

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Wandering Observations: We shall try to keep it brief.

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      Things change.  We remember when Nelson Rockefeller lost all chance to become President when he divorced.   Such things were for Hollywood.  People wondered why Hollywood had 93% of all divorces in the United States (or so it seemed),  so be the case of Caliwierd.  

     Of course such was not the case.    Divorces were uncommon, but not unheard of .

   My paternal grandmother was divorced, around the age of 19, and went on a twenty year journey before re-marrying in 1910.  That was good, because she produced, along with her husband I understand, a baby who looked an awfully lot as did my grandfather.

    That baby became my father.  Would that I had had the chance to have known either of those grandparents.   They were the perfect marble-cake of eccentric and conformist, each in his/her own way.

     Now, however, perversion and ruthlessness are lauded and magnified, while adherence to a constrained life pattern is ridiculed.   The "Lion of the Senate", Edward Moore Kennedy, is an example of a whoring, woman-damaging, prepotent self- inflated bag of garbage who actually killed a woman and was applauded upon returning to the Senate floor.  A ready and quick scenarios could have been, could still be, constructed to prove that the incident involving Mary Jo Kopechne was a pre-meditated murder, but it would have been difficult to over come the noise of the applause on the Senate floor upon the return to duty after the stress that he suffered by killing Mary Jo Kopechne; whether by misdemeanor or by felony.   The fact is, he killed her.

     It seems from that from that time on, the downward helix of the turn of the contaminated screw has never ceased in its quest for the legitimization of degeneracy, criminality, non-judgementalism, and "tolerance".

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     We shan't name a lot of names or draw a line of fine lines, but the issue of the Oregon "occupation" seems to be a classic case of wasting effort and posturing for naught.  It almost seems to be something constructed by the "gun control" advocates designed to provoke greater approval among the populace for the final confiscation of firearms so desired by the Nazi-cum- Bolshevik control nuts.

     The Bundy group, to me, seem to be white trash who like to swagger and  posture.  In keeping with the local-control mentality of any true Confederate, I see them coming out of Utah simply to gain face-time, and to posture and swagger like bullies.

     To me, they come over-armed, knowing full-well that the corrupt agency that is the United States central government could slaughter them all in 30 seconds with two quick passes of two Apache helicopters.   Their gun-toting is out of place and pointless.   They know, also, that the police agencies of the central government will re-write whatever negative scenario takes place, as they did at Mount Carmel, Ruby Ridge, and with Richard Jewell, and hundreds of other "peculiar" (Vince Foster comes to mind, as well) encounters.

     These "Bundy People"  insert themselves where they are neither wanted nor needed.   With the posturing and swaggering, and their insertion into an issue much better handled, perhaps lamentably, by attorneys;  attorneys  with experience in the issue and in the geographical area.

     We also find the central government's argument in this matter to be especially specious and founded, finally, upon one of the cornerstones of the "Progressive" movement, Theodore Roosevelt.   It was "Teddy" and his up-Hudson River elites who vigourously asserted the notion of Central Government Supremecy in all matters.  The idea of protecting Mother Earth, Mother Nature, and the Fatherland from the commoners made since to him and to all the supercontrol freaks who would come to compose the American central government.

     During a later time, these same types would be slitting the throats of breeding Holstein heifers and their Holstein mothers in the streets of Ameria's farmland during the Depression.   Why?   Because they were producing too much milk and the price had to be driven up.  This famous madness was done by Eleanor Roosevelt and one of her "little boys", Harold Ickes, Sr., father of the drip who served as lap-dog to (Sir Edmund) Hillary Corkscrew names Harold Ickes, Jr.   Harold Ickes, Sr.  was famous for having been really, really impressed with the superiority of the Soviet Union's collectivization of farms and farmland during the early part of Stalin's reign. 
     In keeping with all national socialists at the time, it mattered little that there  really were hungry people in the hinterland and the cities of the Continent.  It also helped keep the gutters coloured funny for a good while during the earliest part of the Great Depression.

      The duplicitous nature of the courts and the central government "authorities" in western Oregon can be readily retrieved in various places on the internet.   As one searches, however, take care not to fall into the abyss of the white-trash / racist / unthinking bullies who like to swagger and posture.  Their sites are laden with half-truths and outright falsehood, normally.  The idea of calling people who have been released from prison, having been imprisoned on flimsy charges to begin with, and then made to return to serve more time on the same exact charges reeks of tin-pot dictator arbitrary capriciousness.  
       Not long ago a body of "Border Protectors" came down to the Lower Rio Grande Valley and "deployed" on the Rio Grande.  There were about 40 of them in the original detachment.  They had contact at various times with Border Patrolmen, and on occasion  there were  "confrontations" twixt the Border Patrol Agents and the "Border Protectors".
      One of the "protectors" acted a little strange, and the Border Patrolman called in the name of the individual.  When all was said and done, four of them were taken in on outstanding warrants, as well as "felon in possession of a firearm".  Their crimes related to violence and to methamphetamine production and other things, including sexual abuse of pre-adolescent girls and other females under the age of 15.    Some weeks later, two more of the "protectors" where arrested and transported for having given incorrect names to the officers;  they too were ex-convicts, still on parole, with wants and warrants.

     We are hopeful that with some kind of new administration that the Bureau of Land Management, the various public/private ''nature conservancy'' entities, and the Bureau of Indian Affairs, and the entire National Park system can be centrifuged of all sickness and arrogance, abolished where need be, and  reformed where must be.

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     We await that moment when (Sir Edmund) Hillary will receive at least the treatment Charles Colson received when the FBI found that Charles Colson had one (1)  FBI personal raw data file in his desk, still sealed and unopened.  He went to prison for three years.   Or, mayhaps, that which befell Gen. Petraeus, for having one unauthorized file in his private possession, a having discussed that file with his "biographer" mistress.

     Stories are spilling out like bubbling broth from the caldron, and the fire is spitting and hissing with whispers about how the FBI will have a barracks uprising if Loretta Lynch does not move on (Sir Edmund) Hillary Corkscrew.  While it might be (please forgive) a pleasant sight to see Her Highness sitting in the stocks, bedecked in orange, it is very, very improbable that such will ever happen.   In all probability Huma is calling people everywhere around Washington, D.C. and Little Rock, Arkansas to remind them that she has their files and that her "friends" know where their grandchildren and daughters of potential witnesses play and hang out.

     In other words, let us not hold our breath.

El Gringo Viejo

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A Scholarly Report from Our Resident Eye,Ear, Nose, and Throat Doctor

Subject: Frog & Golf

THIS IS HILARIOUS! DO NOT SAVE - PASS ON A man takes the day off work and decides to go out golfing. He is on the second hole when he notices a frog sitting next to the green.   He thinks nothing of it and is about to shoot when he hears, "Ribbit 9 Iron."    The man looks around and doesn't see anyone. Again, he hears, "Ribbit 9 Iron.." He looks at the frog and decides to prove the frog wrong, puts the   club away, and grabs a 9 iron. Boom! He hits it 10 inches from the cup. He is shocked. He says to the frog, "Wow that's amazing. You must be a lucky frog, eh?" The frog replies, "Ribbit Lucky frog." The man decides to take the frog with him to the next hole. "What do you think frog?" the man asks. "Ribbit 3 wood." The guy takes out a 3 wood and, Boom! Hole in one. The man is befuddled and doesn't know what to say. By the end of the day, the man golfed the best game of golf in his life and asks the frog, "OK where to next?"

The frog replies, "Ribbit Las Vegas.   " They go to Las Vegas and the guy says, "OK frog, now   what?" The frog says, "Ribbit Roulette." Upon approaching the roulette table, The man asks, "What do you think I should bet?"

The frog replies, "Ribbit $3000, black 6." Now, this is a million-to-one shot to win, but after the golf game the man figures what the heck. Boom! Tons of cash comes sliding back across the table.    The man takes his winnings and buys the best room in the hotel. He sits the frog down and says, "Frog, I don't know how to repay you. You've won me all this money and I am forever grateful." The frog replies, "Ribbit Kiss Me."

He figures why not, since after all the frog did for him, he deserves it. With a kiss,

the frog turns into a gorgeous 15-year-old girl.

"And that,   your honor, is how the girl ended up in my room. So help me God or my name is not William Jefferson Clinton."

Professor of Constitutional Law? PUH - LEEEZE Spare me....!

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Barrack Hussein Obama reminded  one and all that he had been a professor of Constitutional Law at Harvard.

     He was not a professor.

     He was an adjunct lecturer.

    He was given various positions at Harvard for only one reason.  It is not politically correct to point that fact out.   It was part of the "White Man's Burden" that effete leftist institutions established for the downtrodden people of colour, so that the effete leftists could feel good about themselves at their cocktail parties.

   He was given a classroom assignment so as to justify the scholarship and stipends awarded to "foreign students".

      He would be something akin to a substitute teacher or a supervising "labbie" in a collegiate chemistry or biology class.

     He has almost no-one who can remember him in any detail.

     He was made editor of the Harvard Law Review.  Nothing noteworthy was written, nor apparently read by him.

     He was the editor of the Harvard Law Review when events occurred that resulted in three different men filing complaints of "inappropriate advances" against the editor of the Harvard Law Review.   Settlements were arrived at, in financial terms, due to those complaints.

      He and his posse have steadfastly refused to release any transcripts or writings during the period that would testify to his scholarship, talent, or accomplishments.

        He says that he wrote a book called "Dreams from My Father", actually written by William Ayres, noted communist and radical, implicated in extremist activity up to and including bombing public buildings and murder.  The book was not about dreams as much as it was about race, concocted relationships, and general complaints about how life is not fair for  "people like him".

     Almost no one can recall him.   There is no clamour among his buds or mates to declare that they were thick with him during the good old days at University.    He was a drone chosen by the progressive control group to literally be turned into a teleprompter reader for the marxist movement in America.   They took advantage of the opportunity to run him for President when Hillary became the obviously weak, under-qualified prima donna.
     (Sir Edmund) Hillary's presumption of right of succession proved to be a fatal flaw in her overall battle plan, and she was destroyed by an even more inferior candidate, one completely under the control of Valerie Jarrett,  the control agent for the Annenberg Foundation and a large gaggle of marxist organizations.

     And now, after a horribly failed Presidency....predictably disastrous for by the measure of any straight thinking person it is time to deign and wave scepters, to accuse and mock, to strut around like some Caligula celebrating staged battles in which his armies would always win.   The "Constitutional Lawyer" is either deluded or wobbling in terms of overall sanity if he thinks that he can construct an Executive Order that would in any wise be valid.  All these things, obviously, must be settled in Congress....and perhaps even through an Amendment negating the validity of the Second Amendment.  
     We point out, for instance, that not even a pompous Franklin Delano Roosevelt would have deigned the end of Prohibition.  Why?   Because Prohibition was authorised by the iron-clad strength of an Amendment to the Constitution.   The only way to undo that Amendment was to go to the troubling processes to pass another Amendment to nullify the previous one.

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Bring on the conference or convention of the Fifth Amendment, at this point.  It is the only hope I can see to restore the Union and protect from the utopian, progressive, elitist socialists.

El Gringo Viejo

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Senate "Jihad Caucus" to bring 65,000 Syrian refugees to US

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Please notice the graph when it shows which States of the American Union
 are being inundated with these people who will never assimilate.

     What has occurred in every other nation where the Moslems have settled will with all certainty occur here.

     As in the case of Fort Hood, the Washington sniper, the Twin Towers, the San Bernadino incident, the Navy Recruiting Station assault, and scores of other insults and assaults already committed, it will certainly occur here, daily, weekly, monthly, until our soil is the colour of the blood of innocents.  It is the curse of Herod.

     The Republic will become a blood-bath, not by a majority of the Moslems, but by the people who keep them enslaved and living in the same terror that is found in the "Palestinian" sector.  Even the Arabs do not want these "refugees".  Jordan has taken as many as possible.

 The jihadists live to kill.  Lacking Jews and Christians, agnostics or atheists, or Hindus and Buddhists, homosexuals or libertines,   they will seek out other denominations of Islamic people and kill them by the scores and hundreds in wedding receptions, funeral processions, in markets, and wherever else they can bring bloodshed and misery.

It is a madness to bring them here.

Pray for the Peace of Jerusalem.
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