All Republicans and rightwingers say...think....do.... (Let us celebrate this significant moment of political success) (amended with typing corrections 23 December 2017)

Whooopeeee!!!  Last one into the lake is a Hippopotamus's Uncle.
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    We are frequently humoured by the proclivity of the sophisticated class including the weather / climate alarmists, and the social justice sages, the Che T-shirt crowd, and Hollywood elites to lump  their "enemies" into the Group of Lost Souls.

   The Classical Liberal as well as all Confederate Republican (not klanner), any self-described conservative, conservative-libertarian Republican, or Log Cabin type Republican, or Country Club Republican, or Moderate Republican, or traditionalist, Evangelical, or other form of religious Republican...ad infinitum... are to be squashed into pickle barrel and brined.
   Those who are sealed in and survive must be prepared for transhipment to Auschwitz or a Siberian Gulag.  That group is presented almost always, by the Obsolete Media and Hollywood as the retro-neanderthal, war-monger, and of course, incurably racist.

     The Democrat Ghouls on Capitol Hill are even more strident.  Elijah Cummings, Nancy Pelosi, Algae Hastings (convicted felon extraordinaire and yet later elected and allowed to sit in the Lower Chamber as if he were a human being and not a criminal slug) and almost the entire Congressional choir and acolyte corps  (no, Barry, not corpse), seem to become more hysterically irrational the more hysterically irrational they become.  Pocahontas, Bernie...very much appear to be increasingly devoid of any reason whatsoever.
   Why does Pocahontas not return her salary earned under the false pretence of being a "real, live Injun?"   Why does Crazy Bernie rail-on about the unjustifiably financially endowed, when he lives in a mansion?  It is all very confusing.

Bernie Sanders

✔@BernieSanders

How many yachts do billionaires need? How many cars do they need? Give us a break. You can't have it all!
(Famous quote from the depths of Uncle Bernie's mind)

Bernie's Hideaway - 

  

    Of course, Bernie buys a $575,000 home, apparently in cash, three weeks after endorsing (Sir Edmund) Hillary Corkscrew after the Democrat national convention in 2016.
   "Movin' on up, Bernie?" one might ask.  Or perhaps it was just that his other two homes were not quite enough.

     And of course, we are waiting for the notification from I'marealinjun.com, the certifying agency for people who falsely declare American Indian ancestry, concerning Pocahontas.  Several cultural anthropologists have suggested that she does appear to be from the Indian Nation of Scandinavia, long noted for its people of American Indian ancestry.  Or not.

    Our side of the aisle does not need to apoligise for insensitivity.  We far exceed the "socially concerned class" and the "consumer class" in terms of social volunteer service and private, charitable financial support for man and beast alike.   With that considered, I still implore the Almighty that He disregard my arrogance and glee about the resolution of the Tax Adjustment matter recently closed in Washington, District of Colombia.

     We hope that that the rank and file take note.   Allow me to state again that there are various types, colours, sizes, and temperaments of Elephants now and in this matter of tax adjustments and the abolition of the national socialist nightmare of Obamacare.  But we all came to the trough, in one manner or the other.

     We must admit, save for 12 jerks who say they are Republicans in the Lower House (who voted with the Democrats on 20 December 2017), all the Republicans finally...finally...amalgamated around the necessity for America to have the pleasure to witness an Elephant Stampede.   In making this observation, El Gringo Viejo is confessedly admitting to the fact that all the above-mentioned factions of the Republican Party finally unified, as in the soldering of a broken axle, and stuffed the Social Justice Warriors and socialist ghouls a little deeper into the dust-bin of history.
     Among those hypocrites who were quick to speak out against the resolve of those who want the populace to control, each his/her own funds and future was the estimable Alcee Hastings, convicted felon, removed from the federal bench in shame for having received substantial bribes to put his thumb on the scales of justice.
     In fact, his conviction was overturned, but later it was demonstrated by a judicial review, that Hastings had lied under oath even in the matter of his appeal, as well as his trial.   To wit:

Chronology:

August 28, 1979	President Jimmy Carter appointed Alcee Hastings to the Florida federal bench, making him Florida's first African-American federal judge.
February 4, 1983	Judge Hastings was acquitted in the criminal trial for perjury and bribery.
March 1983	A month after Hastings' acquittal, two U.S. District Court judges filed a complaint against Hastings under the 1980 Judicial Councils Reform and Judicial Conduct and Disability Act (PL 96-458), accusing the judge of fabricating his defense.
August 25, 1986	Hastings tried but failed to block federal judiciary from making a formal recommendation to Congress.
September 2, 1986	The 11th U.S. Circuit Court of Appeals in Atlanta voted to recommend impeachment to the House, despite the fact that Hastings was acquitted in his criminal trial.
September 3, 1986	Recommendation of Circuit Court forwarded to U.S. Judicial Conference.
January 16, 1987	Hastings petitioned Congress to terminate the judicial investigation and to repeal PL 96-458, which provided the legal basis for the investigation. The Senate referred the petition to the Judiciary Committee.
March 17, 1987	Subsequent investigation of Hastings' actions led the panel of 11th Circuit Court judges to conclude that Hastings had lied during the trial and was guilty of perjury and bribery, and that he had fabricated his defense.  The 27-judge panel certified that Hastings had "engaged in conduct which might constitute grounds for impeachment," and recommended impeachment to the House of Representatives (unanimous vote).
April 18, 1988	U.S. Supreme Court rejected Hastings attempt to invalidate the Judicial Councils Reform and Judicial Conduct and Disability Act.
May 18, 1988	House Judiciary Subcommittee on Criminal Justice began investigating charges against Hastings.
July 7, 1988	House Judiciary Subcommittee on Criminal Justice voted 7 to 0 in favor of impeachment.
July 26, 1988	House Judiciary Committee voted 32 to 1 to approve 15 articles of impeachment, and approved 2 other articles by voice vote.
August 3, 1988	House of Representatives voted 413 to 3 to approve 17 articles of impeachment.
August 9, 1988	House of Representatives formally presented impeachment resolution to the Senate.
January 26, 1989	Senate Rules Committee heard arguments from House Managers and Hastings' attorneys on how to conduct impeachment trial. Defense attorneys also asked that Hastings be allowed use of Senate funds in his defense.
March 15, 1989	Senate began impeachment proceedings. Hastings appeared before the Senate, asking that the articles be dismissed, claiming a second trial would amount to "double jeopardy."
March 16, 1989	After a two-hour closed session, the Senate rejected Hastings' motion for dismissal by 92 to 1 vote. (Senator Howard Metzenbaum later stated that he believed Hastings had already been tried and a further trial was not warranted and violated protections against "double jeopardy.")
March 16, 1989	Senate passed S. Res. 38, creating a 12-member Senate Impeachment Trial Committee.
April 12-13, 1989	Senate Trial Committee deliberated in closed session.
May 18, 1989	Senate Trial Committee rejected Hastings' request for Senate funding of his defense.
July 05, 1989	Judge Gerhard A. Gessell dismissed Hastings' complaint that he would not receive fair trial unless the full Senate heard all evidence and testimony.
July 10, 1989	Senate Trial Committee began hearing evidence, a process that continued until August 3, 1989.
October 2, 1989	Senate Trial Committee presented its report to the Senate.
October 2, 1989	Senate Trial Committee presented its report to the Senate.
October 18, 1989	Case came before the full Senate. Hastings, on the Senate floor, spoke in his own defense.
October 19, 1989	Senate deliberated in closed session.
October 20, 1989	Senate voted on 11 articles of impeachment, convicting Hastings on 8 articles, with 2 articles falling short of the necessary two-thirds majority for conviction, and a third article receiving a 95 to 0 vote for not guilty. The president pro tempore of the Senate ordered Hastings removed from office.
Closed Sessions:
Trial Committee:
April 12 and 13, 1989
Full Senate:
March 16, 1989 (2 hours)
October 19, 1989, 2:05 p.m. to 9:20 p.m. (It is necessary to point out that at this time the Democrat party controlled both House and Senate.  That fact will give the reader some notion about the level of egregiousness Hastings committed.)

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    We shall refrain from commenting about (Sir Edmund) Hillary Corkscrew' brother   being sued by a group of Red Chinese investors due to his and Terry McAauliff's stiffing them in a fraudulent investment scheme.   It is certain that all the people must be very proud that Terry (ex-governor of Virginia), and the oft-convicted and legally chastised brother of the estimable (Sir Edmund) Hillary Corkscrew.   We remember when this fine example of rotted nepotism, a true felon in his own right, was appointed to a position of share-holder in a Haitian gold mining deal after the Haitian earthquake.   His total lack of knowledge of procedures associated with mining and processing gold, combined with his social record, are certain qualifiers for an executive position in such an enterprise.  (Oy Veh!)

A lot of fruit falls very close to an open sewer.  I think that's the way the saying goes.

EL GRINGO VIEJO

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Trials, Tribulations, and Triumphs - quite an episode

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     We  have just returned from our little place in the middle of nowhere Mexico, after a couple of weeks stay.   It was generally uneventful, except for a couple of occurrences.   Most of El Gringo Viejo's time is taken up by letting three obstinate but appreciative female cats (all 15 years old) in and out, each at a different time (usually), feeding them (each in her own special place), by putting the crunchy cat food and kitty-candy on the tile floor between the pantry and the kitchen. 

     At times they all eat together, in an autistic sense, actively ignoring one another.  Most of the time, each eats alone.   The two sisters seem to communicate almost continuously.  The calico is the odd girl out.

    Our all-black mongrel hound is deferential to the cats, and seems to appreciate them going down to the Rio Corona on our almost daily walks.   That dog is joined by one who is now the only Rhodesian Lion Hound of several who have "worked" at the neighbouring property, the Hacienda de la Vega.

We include this email as an example of the "briefing" we passed around to family and associates yesterday:

Hello to one and all,

     We returned through the rain yesterday after being down at our place in Nowhere, Mexico.  The first couple of days was fairly tolerable, but the bottom fell out at the end of the first weekend, and continued to become more problematic as the days went by.

A portion of the several-score miles of
traffic, stalled on the expressway
between Mexico City and the
Saltillo, Monterrey, and
Texas destinations

The main problem was, lamentably, the weather.   Three or four normal days were replaced by the demands of a steadily falling thermometer that finally fell into the 30s, Fahrenheit.  That continued for the better part of 6 days, without abating.   Finally during the latter part
 of the episode, freezing precipitation began, usually during the night.

  While being, admittedly, a sporadic thing, the spates of sleet pinging on the roof of our little covered parking space, and the swirl of snowflakes and actual clumps of snow would

 bedevil the onlooker three or four times every hour.   Usually the episodes would last

 for a minute and up to five minutes.  Please take note of the of ice which froze

 overnight, below.It drew my attention when I literally saw a Confederate

 Warbler "walk on water" as he crossed the bowl.  I then found

 a silver serving spoon and placed it so as to demonstrate to
 our friends and family that the bird was not

 an angel or saint. 

    The temperature flirted with 32 degrees frequently, until the end of the rainy-snowy part of Old Man Winter's visit.   On the last night, of course, everything cleared off to leave a
 celestial that even I have never seen excelled.   The stars and the Milky Way were
 truly almost within reach.   It was fairly obvious that we were in a frosty
 morn,or worse, a damaging freeze.   My water heater had lost its pilot
 light due to the strong winds, but it responded immediately to my
 efforts to "reboot" at 03:00 a.m. on Monday morning,
 if I recall correctly.

Frozen water in the aluminum drip
bowl that "feeds" our bird pond
below.   The serving spoon is
silver, being used to show
that the water truly was
frozen solid.

   Another great benefit during this event was that the electricity never wavered, cut out, or backed down at any time.   With the cold (breaking records in some locales nearby) being so intense, and with the three days of winds ranging from 15 to 50 miles per hour  for much of the period, we still never lost power.

     Points just to the northwest of us, for instance, had very heavy snow and sleet events.  The event finally closed the main central highway  connecting Mexico City to Saltillo,

 Monterrey, and Texas. The main choke point was the Pass of Buena Vista where

 one of the major battles of the Mexican - American War was

fought back in 1847.

    Suffice to say that the closure of Highway 57 (pictured above)caused essentially an 80 mile "traffic dead zone" where several thousand vehicles were trapped for as much

 as 36 hours.  Some snow totals exceeded 30 inches.

  Sleet was also common.

The crowning event, perhaps, was in my catching up with my Consuegro John, by having a "physical injury incident".   He has had about three relatively serious brushes with things

 that could have had a lot more than just "serious brushes".   I finally caught up a little

 by returning from the Rio Corona and a brief overlook of the property of our

 neighbour late Tuesday.  As I approached the porton (swinging entrance

 gate), my two canine friends were "assaulted" by three unknown dogs.

   One of my canine "friends" is a Rhodesian who is a little "of age",

 and who actually "belongs" to the Hacienda de la Vega.But,

 he prefers our precincts when that owner is absent.

The three "visitors" looked like unkempt ruffians, and they put on a fairly threatening show.  Prieto, my dog, and Terco, the Rhodesian, barked and growled and put up a good

 return show.   The problem began when I turned to open the latchet of the gate,

 at the very second that Prieto (Blackie) stepped on my plastic "chancla" heel,

 freezing my forward progress for a fraction of a second, and causing 

me to fall head and shoulders first into the steel gate.

   I suffered a fairly significant gash to the left side

 of my forehead.

It bled profusely.  I used a roll and a half of toilet paper while trying to stop the bleeding, and then set about cleaning up the disgusting bloody mess.  Co-lateral damage included

 badly, but superficially bruised elbows, knees, and left collar bone.

   It was a set of disorders that should have made any hypochondriac

 proud.  I called our neighbour and had him call our

 Mayordomo, Alvaro to come and attend to El Gringo

 Viejo.   It took me about three days to be certain

 that I could drive back to the promised land.

On a more positive note, the Ejido Francisco I. Madero formed a Committee of Sanitation of Public Places.   During my first pass down to the Rio Corona on this particular jaunt,

 it surprised me to note that the entire area adjacent to the Rio where there is a

 large area of access had been cleaned to a stunning degree.  The people

 had even gone into where the bramble starts some 20 to 40 feet back

 from the Rio and clean meticulously under, over, and around the 

wild shrubbery, extracting all nature of junk, garbage,

 and disgusting things.

'

Fifteen years ago, that stretch was essentially a public garbage and litter dump (unofficially).   Alvaro and I went and gradually restored the most accessible parts to some

 semblance of presentability and sanitation. We continued,

 singly and in tandem, to go down

 and "police the area".

But this work was done like someone trying to establish something really impressive and almost totally thorough.  The "cleaning crew" was composed of teenagers

 and family heads (about 30 people) who volunteered from the Baptist

 Church and the Roman Catholic Church, both almost within

 a stone's throw of the Quinta.  Their work was

 almost military grade.

More later.  Some of the above will appear in the blog and on Facebook.

DCN I

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100,000,000 Yankee dollars for Social Justice? Puh - leeze

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What if they gave a football game, and almost nobody came?

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     The idea that the National Football League would take money that fans have paid into the coffers so as to placate a large swath of spoiled, arrogant millionaires infuriates this observer.  The shill job that has been pulled off, taking money out of the support for profit, wages, retirements, stadium maintenance, etc. in order to go out to purchase "social justice" is well within the range of what a reasonable person would call stupidly insane.

     The reason there is the inane call for social justice is because there is a massive well, of immeasurable depth, that has been dug by "social reformers" and liberal, caring, kinder, and gentler people who have purposefully set out to enslave certain sectors of the population in the ghoulish web of public assistance.

     When billions and trillions of dollars are dumped upon a special and specific group over a period of 50 years via the instruments of largesse with titles such as AFDC (aid to families with dependent children), SNAP (free food for fat people), Section 8 - Housing and Urban Development  - free homes and apartments, "free" school and school meals....sometimes even when school is not in session....and on and on...one can be assured that the porpoises will not go hunting fish..   They will follow the shrimp boats and tuna trawlers into port for the free carrion the crew throws to them.

     We have stated this many times in this blog.  The percentage of babies born to women of Black African Ancestry in 1950 who were miracle babies was 7%.   After many, many years the liberal, marxist, socialist, social engineering supposedly designed to "help" people, the overall Negro situation in the United States has deteriorated precipitously.

     We are instructed that we must use this or that term or phrase, we are instructed that we must accommodate this or that perversity or self-destructive activity, we are told that marijuana is a minor offence and that it actually does a body good.   We are told that our third grade children need to come to grips with their inner homosexuality.  We are told that there is no right to religious expression unless it has been approved by Big Brother.  We are ordered to remove monuments that for years have caused reflection, adjustment, understanding, and continuity.

     In the meantime, horrid jokes such as "What is the most confusing day in the 'hood?" the listener says, "I don't know."   The jokester informs, "Father's Day!!"   hahahahahaha! -  The problem?  There is nothing truly funny about it.   

     The problem is that it is truly not funny.  It is real.  It is sad.  It is tragic.  As a Southerner and Texian, it is not anything near humorous.   It is a disaster.  It is worse than slavery.  It is the ruin of a noble people.
     It was a premeditated plan among the "progressives" to develop at least one body of people, if not several, who could be herded into corrals of commonality and isolated in even a more brutal manner than legalised and enforced segregation.   The methodical provision for support of offspring without benefit of a resident, permanent paternity would be the "progressives" sociological weapon of choice.   That weapon has been very effective during especially the past forty years.
     Those years, almost scripted by Saul Alinsky in his book, Rules for Radicals, saw the dis-integrationi of American society and culture to a level that exceeds any other period in our episode as an independent nation.   It is well noted that we had slavery, child labour, segregation, reservations, ghettos, and large groupings of somewhat isolated ethnicities, including the Spanish /  Mexican, the German, the Irish, the Italian, and even the Czech, Poles, and various Nordic groups.  But to paint a correct picture of how poorly our social structure has fared after we decided that poor people needed to be "helped" by the distribution of unearned largess from a distant and corrupt, entrenched government please consider this:

     Much is made of the horrid, stupid cartel wars in Mexico (and several other countries to the south of Mexico).  It is a terrible business that directly or indirectly affects a nation of some 125 million inhabitants.   Various estimates suggest that as many as 100, 000 people have been killed in  the past 12 years due to inter-cartel and inter-gang violence in Mexico.  My own estimates are somewhat, or even significantly less than that convenient number, but the number by any count is staggering.
     What is amazing, however, is that when we consider that the population of the United States is around 320,000,000,  and some 30,000,000 of that number consider themselves or can be counted as what is styled "African American".  At this time, we are very close to the point where one can assume safely that 75 per cent of those considering themselves as primarily of Black African ancestry have never known of a continuing responsible male family leader, or what could be called a "father in and of the place".
     This inevitably leads to a social disorganisation that can only be described as "Law of the Jungle" for a vast majority of people of said ancestry.   The figures are dismaying for the other general cohorts of the population as well, with social disorganisation affecting large percentages of the Angloid and Latin populations.
     Now, going back to the almost impossible to comprehend number of dead in the Mexican cartel and gang wars, one must stagger to a place of support when he / she realises that 30,000,000 people (not all directly or indirectly involved) over the last 12 years have managed to suffer unto themselves, and others of different races / ethnicities, an almost equivalent number of dead as 125, 000, 000 or so Mexicans have managed to kill of themselves.
     In each case, the numbers include un-involved innocents, sometimes children of single digit age.   But what is staggering is that a population of 30,000,000 can equivilate the killing in such a crass and unconcerned manner that 125,000,000 people have to struggle to accomplish in terms of murderous violence.

     Finally...now...we suggest that the causes of violence, social regression, stagnation, deterioration of the culture, "poverty", discrimination, and all those other weights dragging down the people of Black African ancestry is not the lack of spending money for, at, with, and to the "Poor".    Another 100,000,000 US dollars spent as a blackmail - extortion - shakedown by "African American Leaders" will not significantly impact the causative influences that retard the progress of Americans who are drawn from the Black African race.
     For a gaggle of showboating millionaires to put on such a hypocritical, showboating, juvenile, and classless display as "taking a knee"...and for a bunch of showboating team-owners to strut around now, as if they are really doing something to increase paternity and seriousness of study and industry among Black-African ancestried American...simply tries the patience of the reasonable observer well beyond the breaking point.

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We that one and all for the attention and patience rendered.

El Gringo Viejo

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The Irene Garza Matter - The Days McAllen, Texas Suffered - The trial of the murderer of Irene Garza begins.

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IRENE GARZA
QUE EN PAZ DESCANSES,

por   fin
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      There shall never be enough justice for Irene....she was a complicated, very competent, beautiful, very very intelligent girl (I am 70 and can say "girl" and "boy" if I wish). I knew her from a very far distance. My eldest brother Milton (Chico) knew her as a classmate, a fellow member of the McHI marching and stage band, of the Thespian Club, and other school groups.

Dr. Milton Birchard Newton Ph.d
with daughter Helen, around
1969, more or less.
Helen is the Niece of El Gringo
Viejo and his boss, Diana.

    My mother, and Mrs. Lucille Hendricks, and Mrs. Helene Kreigh, heard the news and were crushed....it was time for the dark glasses, literally. They went to render their sympathy and solidarity. The Garzas were almost like zombies, as were we all.

  The Butch Chastain death (1957), the deaths of Pat Higgins and Dickie Reynolds in the wreck on the levee bridge south of town (1959), and the the Irene thing (1960), it was as if there was a horrid black cloud hanging over the City of Palms.

   I remember to this day when a gaggle of beautiful Latin girls came out to our place...on what is now on Nolana...about 100 yards east from 336 (10th Street). They were in an Oldsmobile Convertible...and completely made-up, flounced, and petticoated..coiffed and correct...giggling and so forth, and they wanted to see my brother Milton.

     That, as a child of 6 or 7 years, was as close as I ever came to that remarkable young woman. I was the one the girls sent to find my brother. He came out in Wellingtons, dirty Levis, and a T-shirt and a farmer's straw hat. You can imagine how he might have reacted, but he waded bravely in and entertained the "girls". He was just turned 17 years of age at that time.

     They spent about an hour at the house, (probably much more, but I truly do not wish to exaggerate to any degree) because they checked out our canal and bamboo stands.  That being the case it must have been a Saturday.  I remember that Irene sat on the far right side of the rear-seat of the Oldsmobile, and she did all (or most) of the talking.  She was easily recognisable, because she was the drum major of the McHI Varsity Band...everyone knew her and her very noble family.

    I probably looked like a typical rural hick, barefooted, mouth agape at the presence of these Spanish / Mexican princesses, especially Irene who was very, very much a Local Star. My mother received the girls with some quickly (home-made) iced lemonade, and our governess (or maid if you wish) was very aloof towards the younger girls because she knew that they were violating...or edging towards violating...certain social norms.

  So Guadalupe Gonzalez, Otomi' Indian from Cholula, Puebla had the opportunity to "raise her nose" and be curt with the "privileged, white, Latin girls", but she attended them well, as did my mother (Guadalupe Gonzalez is her own story, perhaps soon we can write about her). Milton spun some tales...probably true tales...I feel as though it was during the cotton harvest time. All of the girls looked like angels and smelled like Heaven.

    Little did we know, that by the time 7 more years would pass, McAllen would be in emotional ruin and Irene would be in Heaven...because of that bastard Fiet.

    Hell hath no cellar deep enough.


El Gringo Viejo

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Grumpy and Glad - a potpourri of impressions and aimless commentary

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     It is understandable that people might be distressed because there is a monument still standing anywhere which commemorates the life of Jefferson Finis Davis.   Little matter that Davis had a much deeper and much more hands-on, compassionate attitude concerning the "Negro situation" than did Abraham Lincoln.   The explanation of that declarative is not lengthy, but I shall defer until another time to explain, in two or three paragraphs, the truth of it.

 

   As we tear down the monuments, as will they all be torn down even unto the Stone Mountain Carving, we will be protecting those who feel "threatened" because such presences are left to "keep an eye" on Black folks. The doll-baby, snowflake collegiates who cannot suffer the least anxiety without having to have a choir of grief counselors come running still quiver when they see a leaf that might bring to mind the facial profile of Robert Edward Lee.   And, my God in Heaven, one can only imagine the suffering when one must bear the image of Thomas Jonathon"Stonewall" Jackson glowering down upon the hapless Master's candidate who is doing his (or is it hers) thesis which deals with the History of Underwater Basketweaving among Eritrean pre-Phoenician Transgendered Retired Military Officers.
     Life is but a mine-field of hurtful thoughts, and caucasian privilege imposition, and discriminations, and inequality, and no social justice and all those things that many folks want, RIGHT NOW.   And that is why I DEMAND that Shiela Jackson Lee be taken to the nearest gulag and incarcerated for having frightened so many, many tender souls who are traumatised by the insolent name she has chosen for herself.  It is a name that has frightened and terrorised millions and millions of minorities, women, children, poor people, and people who are under-diagnosed, and Miz Shiela has strutted around with that name, wielding it as a broadsword that threatens all those who are powerless and disenfranchised.

     In a more serious vein, we like to point out that El Gringo Viejo was informed on several occasions by people who had the pleasure to travel with Miss Jackson Lee on the flights that travel between Houston and the Washington, D. C. area.  Her deportment was reported to be something akin to a high-handed, foul-mouthed self-centre'd shrew who complained en voce alta about every detail during her flights.  She would frequently invoke the saw that other people who were white had received preferential treatment over Her Highness....and her a Congresswoman.   It was bad enough that when the stewardesses learned that Miss Jackson-Lee was to be flying the friendly skies on such or such a date, the stewardesses would call in sick.   The main word that came forth during the accounts of these flights was "abusive".   The next adjective was "irrational", followed by something like  "terminally arrogant".   The word "stupid" finished a not-to-distant fourth.

     It is presumed that the people represented by Miss Jackson Lee will be able to overlook the offensive nature of the names she bears, so long as she brings home that bacon.  She is also the Queen of Permanent PMS, to wit:

     ..... (In 2011 she was reported to have one of the highest staff turnovers in Congress and to be one of the worst bosses. The Huffington Post and Houston Chronicle reported that she had gone through 11 chiefs of staff in 11 years.^[17][18] In 2011 she was named as one of the "worst bosses in Washington" by The Daily Caller.^[19] The Huffington Post stated that "Jackson Lee regularly appears on Washingtonian magazine's list of the “Best and Worst of Congress” as the “meanest” member of House of Representatives."^[17][20] That reputation as the worst boss on Capitol Hill continued; in 2012 Washingtonian again listed her as the meanest member of the House,^[21] a report in 2013 concluded that "the veteran Texas Democrat had the highest turnover rate for all of Congress over the past decade."^[22]...

       ^{The foregoing is extracted from the generally pro-lib, pro-"minority'', pro-pinko Wikipedia, who have also almost} 

^{always tried to be fair with reasonable right-wing observers.}

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      ^{Now we move to other matters, very pressing matters.  We are contemplating an underground,}

^{non-violent movement that will put an end to advertisements that pronounce, once a person has}

^{decided to listen, that the second addition of a similar product being promoted for sale,  will be}

^{added "FREE!!!!".    Excuse me please.   If money has to be pro-offered to obtain the product}

being considered, then it is not FREEEEEeeeeee!!!!.

     The product being considered will be mailed and/or shipped "FREEEEEeeeee".   But it is

not FREE!!!!!!  It is included in the cost of purchase.   Not Free.....but included.

    Rush does it, the My-Pillow Guy does it,  Dana does it, and it is depressing.  One would hope

 that people of that level of intelligence would understand that they are insulting their own

 audience.  "Just buy this in the next five minutes and you will be given FREE!!! two skillets

 made of pre-historic dinosaur dung and diamond dust from the mines of Cleopturous,

Emperor of Gwongo in the 63rd century, B.C.

     It is just not true.  These products are presented with the true proviso that both pillows are

for sale at the 19.99 yankee dollar price.   One pillow does not cost 19.99 and the other does

cost nothing, or better stated, $0.00 yankee dollars.  Both pillows costed 19.99 and the

shipping is not "FREEEEeeeeee!!!!!"  It is included in the cost of purchase.

     The reason for El Gringo Viejo's whining and moaning about this is because he sees the

over-use of the word "free" as a tool to accustom the public to the idea that there is actually

anything that is "FREE".    It is like the motorcars that are being foisted into the market

with the admonition that "...this pick-up is yours for nothing down, no payments until next

February, and remember that it is being offer'd at 13,339 yankee dollars below MSRP

(manufacturer's suggested retail price).

    Er....uh....if the public will permit....If the discount of 13,339 yankee dollars is true, then

everyone in the marketting and accounting departments should be immediately dismissed

due to incompetence.   If it is necessary to un-load a banana-yellow, Chevy Silverado with

a manual transmission and inverse / reverse electrical / gasoline fuel option then it is

because there is a disconnect between accounting and sales.

Puh - Leeze.....

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There shall be more later, but right now, we have less important things

that must be attended.

El Gringo Viejo

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