Tamaulipas...por Vista de Pájaro (Tamaulipas by the view from the bird).......

   These are serious times at our little place down in the idyllic setting in front of the Sierra Madre Oriental, deep in the Mexican interior.  The new governor who is thought to be a "pretty-boy" by some...a hood ornament...or poseur, has revealed himself to be one tough cookie.

    He is a graduate of a McAllen, Texas high school and a respected Houston area Baptist university.   He was President of the Reynosa City/County government for a term that met with considerable advances and up-grading. His budget was evaluated with a neither an A+ or A-, but just a plain A rating, after his term.

      His rating at the end of his term by the City/County populace was the same, just a plain A.   Anything over C- in Mexico means that the person who finished the term is one in every ten in the Mexican panoply...or a secular saint of some sort.

      This person has proven to be something that all hope might arise among the people and lead them to the promised land.   He and his posse made of Reynosa, finally, a geographical theatre where common and great events can take place and comfort and progress can be achieved through industry.   A moment in time and place where wealthy people can make more wealth for themselves and others by investment and the taking of risks, and poor people can advantage themselves of choices in life-pursuits and interests as they climb into the many forms of middle-classism.

    In a way, he thrusted Reynosa, Tamaulipas into The New Reality.  He pulled the ancient nobility of the place as a colonial outpost in the mid-1750s into the future....the year 2050, if you will, with what is an essentially (American) conservative Republican agenda.   You have not heard of the details of this man and his cadre of thinkers and classical, Bible-driven, Adam Smith -thinking people.

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     It is so different from Iguala, Guerrero in southern Mexico, where the marxists maintain a state of turmoil at all times.  In Tamaulipas, at the opposite end of the Republic of Mexico, problems....lots of problems remain and are self-evident.  Anyone can see it as he/she crosses the Rio Grande.

  Most such first-time, south-bound crossers, however, are surprised at how ''up-to-date'' and not-so-poor Mexico presents itself even there, along the frontier.   Credit card activation, decent food/drinks/slightly to totally acceptable restrooms, etc. are no novelty. There is a certain order in the typical Latin "eclectic" that is still evident (and hopefully will live forever).  But,  a viable "social contract" based on morality, civility, law, and tradition...is very evident....in 99.9% of the area which composes Tamaulipas.

    As Francisco Javier Garcia Cabeza de Vaca assumed and then "settled in" to the throne of Governor of Tamaulipas, he immediately went back to his home-ground in Reynosa and declared that there would be an end to the terror presented by the human and drug traffickers.  The end to the notion that any Cartel or group of left-over pandillas (gangs-self identifying with Cartels) will control the lives of the normal people of Tamaulipas is, in his words, "much closer than the horizon". 
     He restates his campaign promise, " I shan't put myself to the knee, and I shan't put myself up for sale....(implication being to the Cartels or Pandillas)".

     During these first days of his term, one act has been supreme.   He has called the generals and colonels of the National Army and Naval Infantry together to establish a new order.  Essentially it seems to be that he is saying, "If they are killing each other, then fine.  Any infringement upon the citizenry, however, will be met with the most unforgiving wrath."   The previous governor did not lay down these rules of engagement and pitty/pattied with the issues that so severely continued to affect Tamaulipas in spite of other improvements.

     Since his arrival, an "efficiency measure" has been taken which means that the Federal Officers in black uniforms, who are actually members of the Army but called civilian, have been moved into Cd. Victoria and the Tampico / Madero / Altamira complex.  The Army and Naval Infantry have been placed in charge of Tamaulipas highways, by-ways,  and special demographic enforcement.   An improved situation has become increasingly improved, one might say.
      The other day, when going the short distance from the Quinta to the place where I buy cream for the calico cat, and other goodies (peanuts, nuts, milk, Jumex juices), I had to pass through a complete company of heavy infantry, deployed in front of the Hacienda de Santa Engracia, less than a half-mile from your Quinta Tesoro de la Sierra Madre.
      Much of their "deployment" was also associated, obviously, with recruitment procedures, what with the uniforms, the weaponry, the "strut" of the soldiers.  There were, however, numerous of the company that stood in at-ease position, but "pendiente"(aware), and with their bayonets affixed.  Their uniforms, accoutrement, and appearance was militarily correct.  I learned later that they had been involved in Michoacan State's western areas and had had considerable success in degrading the "Knights Templar" group and other pandillas.
     They were somewhat accommodating and slightly friendly to an Old Gringo (El Gringo Viejo).  Some had heard of me, which means that they have dreadfully little about which to speak.   But, neither my coming nor my going was impeded, as is usual.   And that, coupled with the fact that there has been no significant cartel or pandilla violence after the first couple of months of the new Governor's regimen speaks more than volumes.

We shall see as the days go by....
El Gringo Viejo

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Pointless Stories from the life of El Gringo Viejo....but interesting

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     Several hundred years ago (1969), El Gringo Viejo was rudely conscripted into the United States Army to go and kill the Yellow Man (according to Bruce Springsteen, proving that he did not know Shinola from Peanut Butter, but I diverge).

     Although Basic Combat Training was not a cup of tea...I did excel.  Number 2 in physical and number 2 in intellectual.   Out of 320 volunteers and four draftees....that was pretty good.
    El Gringo Viejo was, obviously, much younger several hundred years ago.  El Zorro can speak to the fact that I was spoiled, indulged, and considerably excessive in matters of evaluating my own importance.   Operating in a military environment and being told what to do, and when to do it, was supposedly something that I should have eschewed sleeping and waking.

     But, a funny thing happens on the road to reality.   I found it to be challenging, obviously, but also it was something that struck my inborn conservative instincts and impulses.  The order and procedure along with knowing who was what and upon which tooth on the gear the olive-green clad person in front of one might be was a pleasant game.

      In any regard, late in the cycle...when all of the abuse and posturing and scaring and hazing was long over, El Gringo Viejo woke up one morning with a knee so swollen he could not fit his fatigue pants on.  Coupled with the fact that I was having a small bout with a fever....and before long, fellow BCT troopers had reported me to the Captain Minihan, before formation.   He arrived, out of uniform, and ordered trainee Joy Mayo to take me to the infirmary and order transfer to Beaumont.
     The line of duty was that anyone with a fever over 101 had to go to the infirmary, because of the constant fear of meningitis.  I protested, sincerely, because my niche had been found and I was one with these men and all of that stuff.....but Minihan deliberated briefly and then suggested in his kindest manner, "Shut the XXXX up, and Mayo you stay until he's transported or I'll have you up for a 32!"
    Mayo bravely stood up to the basic training Company Commander, and growled back, "Yes, Sir!"

     Once there, a medic with hard-rank....and three rockers....looked me over, took my temperature (103F), and asked if I knew that there was an Olympic swimming pool of blood in my left ear.   I blubbered something, and the medic discharged Pvt. Mayo...who protested saying, ''I was ordered to stay until he was transported to Beaumont."
     "Captain Minihan called here to have me order the ambulance.  He might be a "minnie" and we need to get him out of here.   You are free to return to your duty station."

     I was on my own.  Laying helpless in a small cot in a small infirmary in a training facility at Fort Bliss, Texas....surrounded by El Paso, Texas....feverish and feeling small because my high scores and nouveaux affection for the military way was being shredded before my very eyes.....and ear....and knee.    The Army saw me as a compound disability claimant and a combat liability and as the fourth oldest of a BCT unit that was obviously volunteering so as to gain the excellent and free medical services afforded by the Army.   The joke was on them, because my BCT company was a volunteer company, but I was one of the four who were conscripts.

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     ONE INCIDENT WHILE AWAITING DISPOSITION:   The story of my service becomes convoluted.   Some of my service was designated to be "non-operational" and various promises madr were never fulfilled, nor did I ever press the issue.    But, while awaiting various decisions by various poobahs in the military and Department of State, we served as an orderly on Wards 5 and 7 of the old section of William Beaumont General Hospital - United States Army.   Since they had detected a problem with my left ear, I had been assigned to Ward 5...Eye, Ear, Nose, and Throat.

     Your humble servant volunteered for any duty and he was adopted by a Sergeant Deal, who was the ward commander and served a tour per day, as well as overseeing all the general operation of Wards 5 and 7.  He told me that most of the guys there were malingerers but some were post-op and really needed attention.   My job was to stay awake 24 hours a day and keep an eye on especially Negro non-coms who had had tonsillectomies and mandilar reduction surgery.  Etc. etc. etc.
     He showed me how to do TPRs and and certain eye-colours and gum-colours and the like, and also how to inject emergency whatever to those with cardiac and/or respiratory arrest.  Sergeant Deal was thorough and meticulous in these instructions.   Very Serious.....and he told me after all was said and done...."Take this seriously, because some soldier will live or die based on how you react and what you do."

     There was something about the way Sergeant Deal made that last remark that really stuck with me.    You, the taxpayers, would have been proud of how I earned my 80 Yankee greenbacks per month (plus room and board).   Working essentially a 24 hour shift....sleeping at moments....and also attending to the accommodations of the On-call doctors (they had an "apartment" in the administrative area of Ward 5).  I maintained them as would a valet.

     It was my interior-soul-calling to do the TPRs  "by the book"....Nurse Demurse told me "This is the best way"....(and yes, Virginia, there really was a "Nurse Demurse" on Wards 5 and 7 in those times and during those days)....  She was a scrawny girl, but very smart....maybe 5' 2'' and 90 pounds, from West Virginia, if I remember correctly.   She and I agreed that people who complained about the "crummy Army food" were jerks.   My impression of the Army cafeteria at my service area was that it was excellent.....and with all due respects to no one in particular, I had been accustomed to the best.

     Then one early morning-tide (03:50) your humble servant began to hear a chortling of a person  having "sloppy cough"  issues.   It came from  the bed of Sergeant Willie Pounds, who at age 39 had had a tonsillectomy.    Because he had high complication issue problems due to his age, and because of what I was told is a heightened concern especially for adult Black men having this type of operation,  my instructions had been to "keep keen" on Sergeant Pounds.
     I went to his side, and tried to understand what this very wide-eyed, very tough sergeant was trying to communicate....it was something in his that....he could not verbalize in any real way...and there was copious amounts of blood appearing on his chin, the bed, on your humble servant, etc.   There was something deep in his throat....and the only way to do anything about it was to dig it out.
       A soldier who was being treated for a broken jaw was sent to the ICU, next door, to find an RN or Doctor, to come immediately....life or death hung in the balance.    I dug around (failed to wash my hands, of course), while another soldier shone a flashlight into the yawning mass of blackness and redness and unseen targets.   Finally, persisting....with luck....with a man in great pain and edging to the point that we all wanted to avoid.....your humble servant entwined between his right index and middle fingers,  the wadding that was supposed to have pressured against the tonsil area that had been operated.  Bleeding had started and the Sergeant had swallowed instead of coughing or hacking up the mass of wadding.   No real fault....he was slumbering....still woozy from the operation's anesthetic.
     I had been provided a large amount of wadding, "just in case", and immediately began stuffing it at the area the flashlight showed where the incisions had been made.  Truly knowing little or nothing about proper procedure, my intuition told me to stay with my thumb deep in this poor man's gullet, on the side that seemed to be bleeding, until competent authority arrived.
     Finally, after about three years and two months, a doctor and an RN came dashing in and shoving me out of the way .  A roller-gurney followed and my Sergeant was whisked away.  The nurse turned around and yelled, "Get up here and hold that gauze wad where you had it!"   Which I did, while running a 200 yard dash at three-quarter speed.   It was all clumsy.   They took him to the Emergency receiving because it was the best equipped and relatively close, all things considered.   The general surgery facilities alternative was much more suited for scheduled procedures, anyway.

     To lessen the length of this nearly pointless vignette of a person's life, all ended well.  Several medically competent people laboured for twenty or thirty minutes and came away satisfied with their work and their patient.  When they encountered me waiting in the corridor that entered into the Emergency Suite, they stopped and the "old doctor" (a fellow of about 32 years 0f age) said, "Well soldier, you did your good deed for the day!"
    "How is that, major?" I responded.
    To which the doctor declared, "Well, you saved the Sergeant's life.   And he's a bronze star - silver star fellow."

    He then suggested that it would be good for me to visit him in the morning.  I did go, but during the early afternoon.  Willie Pounds was still in bed, but he was holding his saucer cap, of all things.  After sincere greetings, the Sergeant moved to the business at hand, "You say you're checking out next week, but you don't have a saucer cap for the A-1 report to the discharge officer.  Now you do."  He held a almost new saucer cap up for my taking. "I picked it up about a month ago when I got back from Nam.  It would be an honour for you to keep it."

    We had had a few days together in Ward 5 whilst Willie was going through tests, and one thing and another.  We have gotten along well.  He had war stories, a Zippo lighter adorned with a bronze star on one side and a silver one on the other, and he had asked questions of me about my politics, my education, family, and so on.  We had gotten to know each other fairly well in a short period of time....such things were common in the Army.

    I still have the saucer cap.   Sergeant Willie Pound's gift to a guy who was just doing his job.

El Gringo Viejo

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El Gringo Viejo has returned....the Earth Can Breathe Again

     We have tried during the entire length of the day to post this privately with close friends, clients, and family, but to no avail.     Pardon the blow-off from the pressure release valve and two-day temper-tantrum.

     The film below was taken by your humble servant without his knowledge.  It is called, "I didn't even know this stupid camera could make motion pictures." art form.   Apparently some secret but appropriate button was pushed and the results were this disjointed, real life scene of people delivering exotic lime saplings, some 9,000, once the delivery is completed, during the next few days.

     A considerable demand has developed with the markets in the United States, Europe, and Japan for these "high-end" saloon and culinary purposes.   Planting has been delayed due to the heavy rains during the first part of the month of November....a bit late for the rainy season....but the delay will pay dividends as we move through the drizzly, but very low collectible rain, period from mid-December through February.  (We are awaiting approval of this climatic activity from the office of AlGore.)

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OTHER BUSINESS:

     As an officious and pompous, egotistical blowhard, El Gringo Viejo was moved to call his terribly imposed upon wife fairly late during the hours before the thankfully ended election cycle just past.  He advised her that he was calling so as to have a credible witness to the fact that the International Business Daily and Los Angeles Times tracking poll were the ones who would prove to be correct....that Trump would win....and the he went back to feeding cats, dog, and chickens in the dark.   The boss went back to sleep, discomforted by the fact that any of the postulated candidates would win.  I went on wondering why she would ever had burdened her life by lugging me around in a wheelbarrow.

     We shall see how things work out.

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     We attempted to send the above motion picture clip to a gaggle of friends, clients, and family but it was quite an adventure.   To-morrow we shall begin our pontification and opinionated braying, but there will be observations from out of Mexico as well....and some historical commentary.  Please stand by.

El Gringo Viejo

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Pray for the Whole State of the Episcopal Church of America. It is lost and probably dead as a Christian Orthodox Denomination

From the Midwest Conservative Journal

POSTHUMOUS EXECUTION*

Posted by Christopher Johnson

 

Thursday, October 27th, 2016 | Uncategorized | 11 Comments

     One of the most evil and digusting practices of the medieval Christian church was the exhumation of the corpses of people who the Church decided had been heretics during their lives.  Essentially, the Church retroactively put dead people on trial for heresy, removed their remains from its “holy grounds” and treated them like so much garbage.

     Whatever else is wrong with Christianity, it is comforting to know that such a vile and loathsome mindset no longer plagues the modern Church:

     After quietly removing panes bearing the Confederate flag from its stained-glass windows, leaders of the Washington National Cathedral are now wondering what to do about remaining images of Confederate generals Robert E. Lee and Stonewall Jackson.

     “How can you justify having those windows in a house of God?” challenged Riley Temple, a former board member of the Washington National Cathedral’s foundation.

     Temple was one of several audience members who spoke on Wednesday (Oct. 26) during a series of discussions the cathedral is holding on racial justice. Also present was a scholar of Civil War history and an expert from the National Museum of African American History and Culture

     The stained-glass window debate comes at a time of soul-searching in America over the legacy of slavery and renewed calls to purge public places of the Confederate flag that is for many a symbol of oppression.

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     (El Gringo Viejo responds  to the Mr. Riley Temple, who is an exponent of the need for the Episcopal Church to rapidly evolve into an LGBATHHESJDDXSA Temple of Ifitfeelsgoodthendoit Religion of the Masses, Reality, Relativity,  and all the Good Stuff.
       Egalitarianism and non-judgementalism is the only catechism, and all who disagree are to be subjected to the St. Saul Alinsky Purification of ridicule, minimalisation, condemnation, isolation, and defamation.  What a fine Church.)

     Robert (Bobbie) Edward Lee was identified as “America’s greatest soldier”. During a Mass at the incredible Metropolitan Cathedral in Mexico City to celebrate the peace at the end of hostilities of the Mexican-American War, Robert Lee was present and at the side of his military “Godfather”, Gen. Winfield Scott, Commander in Chief, American Forces in Mexico the one who gave Lee his title of being the finest soldier.

     Another officer noted something to the effect that…."….and there was Captain Lee, moving around with his candles and joining the processions on cue, It was as if he knew the ceremony in its strange language and beliefs”.
      Of course, Bobbie Lee ‘knew” the ceremony. He had studied and mastered Latin, and he was, like a lot of rich and poor aristocratic Virginians, an Episcopalian. The Anglican service was all but identical, as most here know, to the Roman service, and Lee served to guide the other officers and soldiers in the service and make them feel “at home”.

     Lee was such a horrid person….owner slaves and so forth….but truth be known he never owned a slave. Rumours of his bad treatment of “his” slaves seemed to contradict the fact that when Bobbie Lee would ride to the front to encourage his incredible soldiers, his valet or man servant was at his side….and at times they both had to be removed somewhat forcefully by subordinate officers who thought it unworthy of the risk to jeapordise such a “sacred cow” and his valet who were cherished almost as living icons.

     Lee also commented once, when asked about the situation and condition between the abolitionists, (who were deranged) and the slave-holding class (which was deluded and sleepwalking into their own ruin), Lee responded, “It would be preferable for the gentle and mellowing influences of Christianity and the will of God to move the hearts of men to a just solution to this problem.”

     The "hateful, racist, and bellicose" Bobbie Lee also thrust this gem of hostility and meanness into the annals of history when he said, after viewing the devastation of naval bombardment of Vera Cruz, Vera Cruz at the beginning of the Mexican – American War, “‘Tis best that war is so terrible, lest we grow fond of it.”

     One must wonder at those who cry out for “diversity” and yet are willing only to see the mote in the eyes of others who lived in a different time….a time that was measured in different ways. When all objectionable presences and words and thoughts are abolished and banished, what a wonderful diversity we shall have. Or not.

We retire,
El Gringo Viejo
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The Voiceless Can Make a Terrible Roar

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Perhaps, (Sir Edmund) Hillary can speak with these ghosts, along with the horrid Eleanor Roosevelt as she wanders the halls of the White House....should the American electorate be so stupid and self-possessed so as to elect her.   At this point, I actually truly feel that we might escape by having the next to worst, saving us from the single most evil political force presently extant.  Save for George Soros, she is a one-person wrecking machine to the free enterprise system.
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A Brief Statement Concerning the Polls....

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    This is written more as an Old Jewish Lamentation than anything.  But, it is written for those who might need what very little guidance your humble servant can allow from his shallow intellectual resources.

     We have designed and implemented, on the spur of the moment, polls that were deadly accurate for local, county-wide races.   We have participated in the construction of polls that were designed for districts (Congressional and otherwise), and Statewide for important Republican PACs.   Without fail, we hit within 1% in each case.

     One thing that we never did....and assiduously avoided....was to "overbalance" a cohort of the universe being sampled.  Neither pro nor con.   Almost all of the generally referenced polling groups being cited by the obsolete press and its 1st cousin, FOXNews, are doing "driving polls" which are designed not to plumb opinion but to change opinion.  Some do it intentionally, others do it just because they are pinko to the root and cannot, in their charity, seem to approve of anything that represents retrocession from the Progressive Religion.  

     Finally, please remember that there are only three polling groups that are doing things as they should be done at this time.   One is pinko, the LATimes.  Another is a private service, Rasmussen, that made a strategic mistake in calculations last time,   But they have since amended their procedures in a way that I approve...their methods have always been excellent, but last time their methodology had an Achille's Heel that was very small, but which skewered the results slightly, but significantly.  Then there is the Investors' Business Daily "TIPP" poll, which has nailed the past three Presidential elections almost to the tenth of a per cent.

     All of the above show the race essentially tied, within one per cent, between these two horrid candidates. Each of them cause both my Union and Confederate ancestors to absolutely whirl in their graves.   But we shall advise all that only these three should be used for a betting reference or for the calm of thy soul.  As the day draws nigh, all of the polls will narrow,  because the "opinion forming polls" will also want to be "accurate polls" at the end, so that they can tout their value for the next election. 

     Los Angeles Times tracking poll, gross raw entry, daily, no over-processing or unnecessary filtering.   Rasmussen, very complicated, multi-level attitude assessment, Rolls-Royce quality administration and analysis, some reasonable tinkering, very reliable.  And then the Investors' Business Daily poll which is, simply stated, stunning.   All, in my not so humble opinion in this discipline....rate a 99.9%.

Rendered with sincerity.

El Gringo Viejo

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