A Gringo in Rural Mexico

Saturday, 17 March 2018

Pleasant, but Brutal

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As Winter closes in the Santa Engracia Zone of west-central Tamaulipas, it is necessary to confess that the weather was not the best example of a warm and sultry, tropical hideaway in the middle of Nowhere, Mexico. We had a vast majority of the time between the dusking and dawning of the Sun, over 70 calendar days that had temperatures below 45 degrees F. The majority of those nights were actually in the 30's, and on three or four occasions we had temperatures below 32 and a couple of times, the thermometer plunged into the upper 20's.

Graupel that has encrusted an

innocent snowflake that had no

safe zone. Sad,,,and Trump did

nothing to protect the snowflake.

We had five occasions with frozen precipitation which included freezing drizzle, freezing fog, freezing rain, light snow, graupel (dust and ambient particulate that collects on snowflakes - forms odd, fascinating 'snow jewellery') intermittent periods of light but very persistent sleet...over and over and over again.

The not-so-good story? None of this was so extreme, Santa Engracia has seen, in its history, temperatures in single digits, and snows of four to 10 inches during the epochs. The bad? Several hundred of the acres have been planted in and around the Santa Engracia citrus industrial zone in this new-fangled, promising new lime line. Much has been contracted, sight-unseen, perhaps as much as 100,000 tonnes with anticipated delivery for early 2019.

Pictured above - recovered plantation

of the Hacienda de La Vega's recent planting.

Our dear friend and neighbour at the Hacienda de La Vega (adjacent to the Quinta) had noticeable but very minor upper-leaf burn. As I left, the day before yesterday, it was very impressive how the Limes had recovered.

Most of our growies are doing...let us say, "okay"...but the sheen and sparkle and gusto for meeting the Spring has not shown itself as of yet. Here and there around the ejido, and near-abouts, there has been a serious amount of "coming out". But it has been nothing like a normal recovery, tripping cheerfully towards the new Summer.

We are being advised something about "...maximum file size has been exceeded. Delete some images." Have no earthly idea what that means, but perhaps by this afternoon we shall a resolution.

More later...

DCN I

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Tuesday, 6 March 2018

Left, Right, Centre, back, front.....

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We regret, sincerely, any real or imagined offense about my lack of entering information concerning the important Texian date of 6 March 2018.

We urge that the OROG community search out clips, articles, and treatises concerning Lorenzo de Zavala, Stephen Fuller Austin, and Juan Sequin. Without these men, nothing of the concept of TEXAS would have ever seen the light of day.

Lorenzo de Zavala and Stephen Fuller Austin died very early of diseases, probably yellow fever, compounded by pneumonia. And they died very early in Life. Juan Nepumeceno Sequin Zaragoza lived a tortured, but always loyal life and in spite of "changing sides" and fighting as a Mexican military officer from late 1842 until the end of the declared Mexican - American War, he was always and finally recognised as a Hero of Texas.

The final resting place of Juan Seguin

Walnut Creek was renamed after his return in life to the properties and position he had had before the "immigrants" overran and engaged corrupt constabulary and registrars concerning the properties of the people who had been there "before". The name of that place? Seguin, Texas...a beauty mark on the face of the Republic.
The picture to the left reveals an episode of the reverence that all Texians render to this Hero of Texas who was tortured emotionally from his place on the face of the Earth, and whose personality and sacrifices have been readily recognised, long before any hip-cultural movement.

To-morrow, with luck, a word or two concerning Stephen F. Austin and Lorenzo de Zavala....where were they buried, by their own orders?

El Gringo Viejo
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"Secrets of the Gringo Viejo Family

Estimado Consuegro:

Long story short, we have had a very unpredictable schedule. Oddly, I have been named to be an election worker at one of the big precincts here in Hidalgo County...in the western part of McAllen. So, I shall be further out of pocket. To-morrow, we (I) have to go to the Hidalgo County seat of Edinburg for a "training session", and then on Tuesday you will find me on some obscure site on west Vermont Street in McAllen from 06:00 through 21:00 hours (with luck).

Please accept these pictures of the ancient grounds of the first orchards for Valencia in Tamaulipas, back in the 1860s. Some time back, there was a sign along the road stating that "Esta Huerta tiene 100 an~os al servicio a Tamaulipas"....The only problem was, the signage people did not put the date of posting of the sign. We know that it was there for 40 years, so it is safe to say that the date of 1869 would not be far afield. When they began a replanting, I beseeched them to allow me to purchase the old sign (on metal, with very fine enamel backing and lettering - you know Mexico). I offered 100 American dollars and was willing to pay 300, to have such an honourable relic to hang in the Gran Parlour of the Quinta. Later I learned that the dolts who did the final clean-up turned it over to the three-times per week garbage truck service, the same garbage and trash service that I had endorsed and promoted for the area.

This is a picture of my mother.
  My mother-in-law, my wife, and my mother were all elected most beautiful
in those days. (late 1920s through the mid-1960s)This picture come from Edinburg, Texas in 1929.   She was a typical Southern rural genius, read over 50,000 books
during her time.  She kicked Fannie Shore in the southern regions and
forced her to surmount the limp leg from the polio.
She shepherded Dinah (Fannie) Shore, later to become a glittering
songstress, by pushing her into baseball, stick and wheel,
and even football, playing against mainly boys.

My brothers and I took much from her looks. She has the face of my
middle brother, and the colour of my eldest and your humble servant.

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In any regard, these Valencia trees, herein pictured, are only two years old and they began to produce, true enough, a minor crop, a harvest of the finest gift and holiday packer quality Valencia...two years ahead of schedule.

The Hacendado de la Vega's efforts might pay off as I have said, early on. Upon return to the Quinta and the Hacienda de la Vega, I shall report to you if there is a "flowering set" on these new plantings of the limes upon which Don Rafael is counting. Although it is a year ahead of the anticipated, the oranges on these Valencias speaks to the magical and mystical nature of the relationship between citrus and the Zone of Santa Engracia.

(up-date - The issue of being involved with the primary vote was a disaster. I left before 10:00 am in order to not offend further and to take care of things of greater importance. During the first two hours, we had 8 voters, being attended by 7 poll workers. I was astounded when it was learned that the position is now a paid position. I refused any compensation. Things change after twenty or so years, I guess.)

El Gringo Viejo

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Wednesday, 28 February 2018

Paul McCartney "For No One/Eleanor Rigby" 1984

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EL GRINGO VIEJO has made a 40 yankee dollar contribution to the National Rifle Association. We have never made such a contribution. My father-in-law, a sainted person, kindest and gentlest person in the mix of humanity, was a member, but I am not a joiner. Yesterday, I joined.

It is necessary for all to understand that the rate of criminality of National Rifle Association members is .00013 of their membership. For the cohort of males who are under medication for ADDTEDDEG64Eaz8HUHHRTYJUJUJ, the rate is about 25.000%, prescribed by real live doctors and administered by real live RNs. For those with no familiarity with the Old Math training, about one in four...seriously. Always males.

One in four who are taking "medication" to control their irascible and unpredictable anti-social behaviour", usually starting during the 3rd to 7th grades. The "medication" in this observer's opinion is simply poison, apparently brewed by people who hate males. I have known six boys my age who were subjected to those drugs. None made it to 50 years of age. Auto wrecks, needle-point allergy, AIDs, and suicide. Just the facts, ma'am.

Do I follow the group that preaches responsible ownership and use of firearms, or do I follow the ones who want to poison males until they fall into the recently openned grave?

ELEANOR RIGBY.

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More later, as always.

EL GRINGO VIEJO

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El Gringo Viejo does something he has never done - Requiem for a Murderer

It is necessary for all to understand that the rate of criminality of National Rifle Association members is .00013 of their membership. For the cohort of males who are under medication for ADDTEDDEG64Eaz8HUHHRTYJUJUJ, the rate is about 25.000% or for those with only new math training, about one in four...seriously. One in four who are taking "medication" to control their irascible and unpredictable anti-social behaviour", usually starting during the 3rd to 7th grades. The "medication" in this observers opinion is simply poison, apparently brewed by people who hate males.

I have known six boys my age who were subjected to those drugs. None made it to 50 years of age. Auto wrecks, needle-point allergy, AIDs, and suicide. Just the facts, ma'am.

Do I follow the group that preaches responsible ownership and use of firearms, or do I follow the ones who want to poison males until they fall into the recently openned graves?

This is not placed here to forgive or explain the grim reaper's use of the Cruz boy as a shield. Even the Cruz boy himself begged intervention from the school and police and the now-famous Sheriff of Broward County...nobody cared.
We learned after checking into the various facts that are now being published that Broward County, under a programme that "reassesses the racial characteristics of the adolescents and early offender and seeks better classification of their offenses so as not to show the present great, distorted imbalance of arrests and incarcerations, and to replace those results with a better system by early rehabilitation, free from judicial restraints." (???????)

This is, of course, Progressive Bafflegab that says "minority youngsters" will have 253 second chances per year during their childhood (ages 5 through 39?), so as not to be stained by the history of racism for which America is famous."

That's all...
El Gringo Viejo

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Tuesday, 27 February 2018

Interlude

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To all those who could not escape and were aborted.
And...All those who could not escape and were murdered in Florida.
May the kind Angels hasten their flight as they carry you to the sacred precincts,
and if they wish, return to more hospitable reception, later, here on Earth.
If not, we shall look for you if Saint Peter deigns to allow us entry to where you are,
in the ever nearing future.

Please...just enjoy

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This is our rustic, but very comfortable place, out in the rural area to the northwest of Ciudad Victoria, Tamaulipas…the State's Capital. From a bustling city of 400,000, we placed our domicile a bit more than 20 miles into the scenes of mountains, citrus groves, spring-fed creeks and rivers with crystal clear waters, and an abundance of bird species that make veteran birders shake their heads in wonder.

We are all but adjacent to the venerable Hacienda de Santa Engracia (about 500 yards away), which dates to the 1720s and has ancient structures still in use, very elegant, and mystical in many ways. It has operated as a guest hotel since the 1970s.

Our little place rests on three and a fraction acres, fronting on the Rio Corona, which is lined with over-1,000 year old cypress trees. The nearby Sierra del Cautivo…a major segment of the overall Sierra Madre Oriental that dominate most of eastern Mexico, lies to the west by about three miles. guards the many springs that maintain the almost perpetual flow from those heights (up to 12,000 fasl) while our place is situated right at 1,000 feet above sea level.

Give us a call, come by and visit…it is truly a different venture in the most positive sense. We can be reached by our email - privatouring@gmail.com - which is our preferred method of communicating.

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Once a person lands on our page, that individual becomes a member of the Order of Readers of the Old Gringo, (OROG). There are no dues or assessments to pay, no meetings, no requirements. We are not associated with the KKK, the WCTU, the French Masons, or the Global Warming Glacier

Protection Committee.

We do have a distant connection with the Knights of the Golden Circle and hold the maps to the internment sites of 34 tonnes of Confederate Gold, and 1,000 tonnes of Mexican Imperial Silver (bar and coinage) derived from the collapse of the Reign of Maximillian von Hapsburg, Emperor of Mexico (1863 - 1867). I think we can remember where we put it.

All kidding aside, we are acerbic, but we do not bite. We do believe in our antiquated philosophy, but we try to not impose our quirks and beliefs so far as to be disrespectful.

El Gringo Viejo

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Wise Words

Communism is a philosophy of failure, the creed of ignorance, and the gospel of envy. Its inherent virtue is the equal sharing of misery.

Winston Churchill

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Be sure you are right, then go ahead.

I bark at no man's bid. I will never come and go, fetch and carry, at the whistle of the Great Man in the White House, no matter who he is.

I told the people of my district that I would serve them as faithfully as I had done. But, if such was not to be, then you may all go to Hell, and I shall go to Texas!

David Crockett

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And on and on it goes. The more the Government gives away, the more it takes, and the less Americans do for themselves, until finally, like Europe, there is nobody left to do anything, and there is nobody left to pay for, the nothing that is not done.

And, yes, Virginia, there truly is a Santa Clause, and he and Mrs. Clause and their helpers care greatly for the good children of the Planet. So long as there is happiness, kindness, charity, generosity, and the Spirit of Fellowship, Santa Clause will be there, representing those noble things, and he will always move in a spiritual way so as to provoke humankind to goodness.

El Gringo Viejo

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“There is another class of coloured people who make a business of keeping the troubles, the wrongs, and the hardships of the Negro race before the public. Having learned that they are able to make a living out of their troubles, they have grown into the settled habit of advertising their wrongs — partly because they want sympathy and partly because it pays. Some of these people do not want the Negro to lose his grievances, because they do not want to lose their jobs.”

Booker Tallaferro Washington

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It is impossible to make a poor man rich by making a rich man poor.

Abraham Lincoln

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El Gringo Viejo: a fair description

Life for El Gringo Viejo began on the Texas-Mexico frontier, near McAllen, Texas literally on a real, live farm. The farmer, as one might imagine, was his father, who had moved with his parents from Gwinner, Sargent County, North Dakota in 1915 - 1916 period, down to the Lower Rio Grande Valley of Texas. (And yes, Virginia, that is the way Sargent County is spelled.)

His parents farmed in an area close to the new community named after its founder, called Ed Couch, in Hidalgo County of Texas. My grandfather is buried in the Weslaco Municipal Cemetery about 10 feet away from his friend, Ed Couch.

After studies, and a stint in the 1st Cavalry, 12th Regiment (mounted), Headquarters Squadron of the United States Army...riding warhorses back and forth along the Rio Grande from the late 1920s and early 1930s. He did not speak much about his service, but we determined that he apparently made rank of 1st Lieutenant.

El Gringo Viejo's Father established his farming and citrus grove-care operation just north of McAllen, Texas. Mother was a housewife and a professional woman....a learned, eloquent, well-read woman.

They were educated people, my father winding up as a Superintendent of a major school/facility of the Texas Department of Mental Health and Mental Retardation in Austin, Texas after a twenty year career in education at the secondary level. He had degrees in History, Psychology, and Education Administration.

El Gringo Viejo is the last of three children, all males. Number one was Milton Birchard, Jr. who was born in 1936 and died in a vehicular incident in 1988. He was narcoleptic. He held a doctorate in geography from Louisiana State University and was head of the Department there for a good while.

Number two is Norman Francis, who was born during the WWII situation in 1942 and became an important Republican political engineer and fundraiser. He served as Executive Director of the Republican Party of Texas during the late 1960s and early 1970s and as Senator John G. Tower's immediate Executive Assistant. The Senator is the Godfather of Norman's first son.

Norman died at age 77 in Austin, Texas and I was one of four eulogists who was chosen to speak at his en memoriam at the Austin Club in downtown most Austin…within sight of the State Capitol.

It was a personal duty and very rewarding

in every way.

My arrival was in 1947, and I was destined to confound my parents and all those around me. Educated entirely in public schools in McAllen, skipping the third grade, and stumbling out of my high school in the upper 90% of a class of 606. I

attended and graduated from Southwest Texas State University (now named Texas State University, unfortunately), being one of the few conservatives to graduate out of the School of Sociology, although my treatment at the hands of my tormentor-professors was not so unpleasant in those days. Emphasis of studies were social demography, and Latin American Affairs with a concentration on Mexico's history and current political evolution, with a minors in History, Geography, and Political Science.

El Gringo Viejo is one of the old, unreconstructed high-church Episcopalians. Politically, he is very fundamentally conservative. He prefers Baseball to football, and considers that baseball with a designated hitter for the pitcher should be called "poofy-ball". Favourite major league team of all times? The Brooklyn Dodgers of the 1950s. It will never be the same again.
El Gringo Viejo's father was born to a Hudson Valley-type girl and a man who had lost two older brothers who served in the Pennsylvania 96th Regiment of Volunteer Infantry during the War Between the States.

The surnamed line (Newton) originated from East Anglia, not far from a place called Washington in northeastern England. They came into Boston Harbour, Massachusetts in 1642 (the 1st voyage of the Mayflower had overbooked), and settled there and in Maine as well as spreading out to Vermont, New York, and Pennsylvania, over the generations for the first 220 years.
Another batch of folks, mainly Anglo, settled in the middle Hudson Valley. There was another group of Celto-Teutonics types from Saxony and Prussia, establishing and settling along the Hudson River from around what is Catskill County northward to Duchess and Rennselaer Counties around a place named Red Hook. The main group came in during the early 1650s.

My mother's people were another English line of long-term Southern and Tennessee people, from the Eastern part of that State, who originally came in during the 1660s through Virginia and North Carolina, and finally into Eastern Tennessee, settling in and around a county to be named Franklin, and helping to establish the city of Winchester. Almost all of these people originated from southwestern England, near the frontier with Wales.

Only recently did we verify that she had many people involved in the service of the Confederacy. One died in northern Mississippi, another Captain Asa Grant, 2nd Tennessee Volunteer Cavalry, was severely wounded and succumbed to his wounds finally in 1869, and another hung around in an Ohio POW camp (Camp Chase) for about 13 months, while three others were either wounded or died in action, including David Limbaugh, Lieutenant, 42 Tennessee Infantry. Another five made it through relatively unscathed.

Almost all were, oddly enough, related to the great-grand uncles and gggg-grandfathers down to gg-grandfathers of Rush Limbaugh. The gggg-grandfather came into the Colonies in the early 1740s from a Prussia and Saxony background, and served in both civilian and military capacities to the Continental government and Army. He was the XO of a Militia Battalion of 3,000 Pennsylvania effectives. They honed their military readiness under the supervision of Gen. von Steuben and someone named Washington at some place called Valley Forge, Pennsylvania.

A grandson of his, Isaac, settled in Tennessee after the War for Independence against King George III. So Rush and I share grandfathers, four generations deep on the American Continent.

It should be stated here that were I to be called to declare, my allegiance would still be with the Southern Cause, although I bear no rancor against those who feel the same about their instinct to maintain the Union. Oddly enough, both my mother (a Southerner) and my father (a true Yankee by blood) believed that we would have remained closer if we had separated, and each side gone the ways of their own yearning, but amicably.

The last of the English (El Gringo Viejo's) line came during the time between the Revolutionary War and the War of 1812. They left County Wicklow, where they had been involved, apparently, in that peculiar Anglo - Scots/Irish practice of making whiskey by the use of peat for fuel. They were also involved in the business of production and processing of various types of grains as well as the production of whiskey, gin, and beer. By their surnames one would know that, while coming out of Ireland, they were actually English, one with the surname of Christian and the wife, Webster. They had, in fact, married in Christ's Church Cathedral, Anglican, in downtown Dublin in 1796. They landed in New York, set up shop in the City among previously arrived relatives, and then in Albany. We have some record that this Christian who married the Webster had actually lived in the colonies, but travelled several times back and forth between the Spirits businesses in England and Ireland and the New World. They wound up as the generations progressed in and around Minneapolis (St. Anthony) & Saint Paul, Minnesota, and Racine, Wisconsin. My particular line went from New York to Alabama, then North Carolina, and then Wisconsin to join up with the rest of the extended family, finally in Minnesota, before the War Between the States.

The Time Line of entry of all lines of my children's blood ancestry on their mother's side in the New World begins in 1578, when Spaniards of mixed Hebraic and Iberian peoples, and others of ancestry from Portugal, Galicia, and southern Spain entered into what was to become Monclova and Saltillo, Coahuila. They are brought under the auspices of the Explorer, Conquistador, and Colonizer Jose Luis Carvajal y de la Cueva, with elements settling in Lampazos and Cerralvo (Nuevo Leon), in Palofox (Texas), and Revilla (Tamaulipas) on the Rio Bravo.
Also, the Count of the Sierra Gorda, Col. Jose de Escandon brought another group of mainly Spanish, Portuguese, and Azoreans in the early 175os, settling along the Rio Bravo (Grande), and then on the north (Texas) side, spreading up to what is now Yorktown, Texas (near and southeast of San Antonio de Bexar, more or less) before and during the Texas Republican period.

My children and theirs are qualified to join the Daughters of the American Revolution, the Sons of Liberty, The Sons of the Grand Army of the Union, The Sons of Confederate Veterans, and the Daughters of the Confederacy. By my side they are 16th generation English Colonial - American and 6th generation Texian. By my wife's side, my children are 23rd generation northernmost New Spain, Texian, and American. Isolating Texas alone, my grandchildren are 15th generation Texian.

LIKE?

Cats, and then dogs.

Fishing, even a bit of bird watching, now and then.

Really good music..antique, old, 1950s and early 1960s rock and roll, classical - Hayden, Mozart, Beethoven, both Strauses, and many others, African tribal sounds en chorus, Mexican bolero...mariachis when they play out-of-doors, some country and quite a bit of the old western (Sons of the Pioneers, the Texas Ploughboys, Marty Robbins "Gunfighter Ballads, for instance.), even some of my own piano works, bagpipes, Enya, marimba, Caribe.

The Gershwins' Porgy and Bess always seemed to me to have been, and remains, a true masterpiece of Americana.

Well maintained Firearms, smooth running small equipment, old autos that respond to repair and upkeep and keep going. Used to have BMWs and so forth, but being old helps tone things down a bit.

Antiques, and antiquities...Meso-American archeology...and religious history. Formal religious services among the Orthodox..as in Anglican, Roman, Orthodox and Conservative Jewish services and celebrations. Hard to find, now.

Overnight radio, rightwing talk radio until it becomes overly tedious and repetitive.

Weather and climate.

And strangely during the past few years,cooking. Not just barbequeing...but actually dishing up gourmet-type stuff...and gardening to a purpose.

We grow a lot of our own spices for our little bed and breakfast and we specialise in flowerng plants, bushes, and trees that attract bees and literally hundreds of species of common to extremely rare birds to our place.

Lifelong Republican, honourably discharged - United States Army (conscripted).

Now drifted into the position of favouring the amicable withdrawal of Texas from the American Union. My grandchildren are 15th generation Coahuila/Texas by my wife and 8th generation Texas by me and my will is to have them answer for the debt of Texas and not for the debts incurred by the National Socialists who have taken possession of the central government in Washington, D.C.

DISLIKES?
Any kind of socialism...bolshevik, national, marxist, social democratic, Trotskyite, progressive, ....and any kind of socialist.

The Ku Klux Klan and such types who figure that they have to hate somebody because of how he/she was born. They are just role players, resucitated by the Communist Party USA in the 1920s, whose members are fueled by a well deserved sense of inferiority.

And almost all social activism.

Almost all labour union officers and almost all labour unions. (There are some exceptions.)

Public assistance of any kind. All welfare and/or charity should and must be privately handled in order to avoid the trap wherein we have fallen, that being the multigenerational slide into the abyss of forlorn hopelessness that is government slavery and dependence. That slide is cheerfully supported by politicians who love to buy votes with other peoples' money.

Lotteries operated by governments.

Litter, filth, graffiti, gangs, and waiting in line for people using food stamps whil'st they argue with the cashier about how they "need" this or that to be covered...when they have three carts with 450 USD of snacks and things we cannot afford because we are in an 'upper income" category.

Church reformers who want to change my church instead of them going to another church and just leaving me alone.

Medications for boys who are over-active, and medications in general.

Lite beer, lite Coca Cola, fat-free, lo-cal, artificial sugars and sweeteners, anything marked "healthy" on food packages, sugar-free, margarine, and driving 23 miles to buy gasoline over there because it is 2 cents per gallon cheaper.

Any government programme designed to help anybody; 94% of the time the programme winds up morphing into some kind of monster. Then liberals and do-gooders will propose another programme, twice as costly, to cure the ills caused by the first cure-all.

Officiousness, and the term "non-profit", as if there is some kind of moral superiority in the failure to produce wealth.

Physical abuse of an animal, an extraterrestrial, a child, slave, woman, or anything like a tractor or power tool, firearm, sewing machine, or an auto, etc.
Loud and/or sharp noises, especially when such noises have no particular purpose.

Wasting anything, from paper towels to Clorox to cake and cookie batter...anything. And....waiting in a line.