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To the OROG Community and other readers of this wandering minstrel, we lament that El Gringo Viejo will have to tolerate the fact that he shall be having to go in for Grief Counselling and Special Consolation and three huggy-bear Emotional Reconstruction Sessions for the next 3 to 33 months.
WHY??? Because the people who sent this misdirected electronic mail to my personal and private address failed to take into consideration the following:
(1) In 1952, my mother was one of the co-chairmen of the Hidalgo County-wide Democrats for Eisenhower in McAllen, Texas. The middle Newton brother, at the age of 10, was passing out Eisenhower / Nixon propaganda leaflets in front of the McAllen Post Office, and I was, at the age of 5, helping him at that same place.
(2) In 1953, (October 19th, I think) Dwight David Eisenhower came to dedicate the bi-national Falcon Dam and Lake project, in conjunction with the Mexican President, Adolfo Ruiz Cortinez. Both Presidents were wearing dark suits, and they did not seem to mind the heat, wind (gusts to 35 mph)…it was an extremely windy and hot day (103 degrees)…and I wormed my way through the sea of legs and managed to make it up to the side of President Eisenhower. Speeches had ended, National Anthems played, pomp and circumstance observed, etc.
I pulled on the President's coat on his left side a couple of times, and…as it is said,"Ask and ye shall receive." , the President looked down, shook my hand, and asked something about where my mother was.
My response to him, after he had hoisted me up like his own child, was to blurt out that,''…my name is David, too…just like you". He laughed robustly, and, at that point, I re-blurted out, " I can spell your last name".
The President - General beamed a bit…actually from this point in my life, it is probable that he was a bit embarrassed, but he said, "Okay, how do you spell my name?"
I went through the whole long assembly of letters, and those nearby assembled applauded. At that same moment, my mother and Godmother came bustling up…(my mother had had a brief fainting spell, upon learning of my shameful barging in on someone else's party.). The President seemed pleased for the episode and equally (at least) pleased to be rid of me. He told me to remember to always be a good Republican, even as my mother dragged me through the dust on the way back to our Brown Box Jeep.
The President's admonition held…and infected my two older brothers as well. We all metamorphosed from moths to butterflies. When everyone in Texs was Democrat…the three of us (my two older brothers and me) swore loyalty to the Elephant Herd. And, in reality, we never changed.
(3) Your humble servant joined the Teenaged Republican Club in McAllen at the ripe old age of 12, (1959) and by the age of 15 he was President of that Club. It also happened to be the largest TAR club in the Nation, but more importantly it was the largest Teenaged Republican Club in the Republic of Texas. We had up to 600 members, especially during times of special political interest. We were the ones who changed Texas from a collection of semi-feral donkeys to a massive reserve of noble Elephants. (Lamentably, some of the Elephants later turned out to be "reasonable Elephants" who felt the need to "reach across the aisle".)
(4) We have voted only in Republican Primaries, and we have voted in each and every General Election…and always straight-Republican. I, along with some other men…Latin and Anglo…ran stiff Republican opposition in 1980 to local Democrat politicians for significant local positions…Hidalgo County Sheriff, State Representative, and in my case for Hidalgo County Commissioner, Precinct III.
Therefore…All OROGs and other readers here can be cognisant that I must take a long respite to recover this horrid assault upon my persona, my history of service, my left big toe's inclination to have an ingrown nail, and my efforts to clip the nose hairs with those really small scissors made for that purpose.
Thank you all for standing by me at this moment. In a serious vein, however, I was pleased to think that the Democrat Socialist operatives are so pitifully stupid that we would even think about considering making a contribution to the Bernie and Biden and Pocahontas Show…
WAIT!!! WAIT!!! Just a moment!!
My Ocuvite vitamin and aspirin regimen just kicked in!!! It's stopped raining!!! Everything is bright again. Let's forget about the Emotional Reconstruction Therapy…let's mount up and ride against the enemy!!!
Thanks for the Memories…and I think we can avoid having to go into therapy after all. Pardon the intrusion.
EL GRINGO VIEJO
I pulled on the President's coat on his left side a couple of times, and…as it is said,"Ask and ye shall receive." , the President looked down, shook my hand, and asked something about where my mother was.
http://bit.ly/2RDh0fz - for a summary of Falcon Dam Dedication
The President - General beamed a bit…actually from this point in my life, it is probable that he was a bit embarrassed, but he said, "Okay, how do you spell my name?"
I went through the whole long assembly of letters, and those nearby assembled applauded. At that same moment, my mother and Godmother came bustling up…(my mother had had a brief fainting spell, upon learning of my shameful barging in on someone else's party.). The President seemed pleased for the episode and equally (at least) pleased to be rid of me. He told me to remember to always be a good Republican, even as my mother dragged me through the dust on the way back to our Brown Box Jeep.
The President's admonition held…and infected my two older brothers as well. We all metamorphosed from moths to butterflies. When everyone in Texs was Democrat…the three of us (my two older brothers and me) swore loyalty to the Elephant Herd. And, in reality, we never changed.
(3) Your humble servant joined the Teenaged Republican Club in McAllen at the ripe old age of 12, (1959) and by the age of 15 he was President of that Club. It also happened to be the largest TAR club in the Nation, but more importantly it was the largest Teenaged Republican Club in the Republic of Texas. We had up to 600 members, especially during times of special political interest. We were the ones who changed Texas from a collection of semi-feral donkeys to a massive reserve of noble Elephants. (Lamentably, some of the Elephants later turned out to be "reasonable Elephants" who felt the need to "reach across the aisle".)
(4) We have voted only in Republican Primaries, and we have voted in each and every General Election…and always straight-Republican. I, along with some other men…Latin and Anglo…ran stiff Republican opposition in 1980 to local Democrat politicians for significant local positions…Hidalgo County Sheriff, State Representative, and in my case for Hidalgo County Commissioner, Precinct III.
Therefore…All OROGs and other readers here can be cognisant that I must take a long respite to recover this horrid assault upon my persona, my history of service, my left big toe's inclination to have an ingrown nail, and my efforts to clip the nose hairs with those really small scissors made for that purpose.
Thank you all for standing by me at this moment. In a serious vein, however, I was pleased to think that the Democrat Socialist operatives are so pitifully stupid that we would even think about considering making a contribution to the Bernie and Biden and Pocahontas Show…
WAIT!!! WAIT!!! Just a moment!!
My Ocuvite vitamin and aspirin regimen just kicked in!!! It's stopped raining!!! Everything is bright again. Let's forget about the Emotional Reconstruction Therapy…let's mount up and ride against the enemy!!!
Thanks for the Memories…and I think we can avoid having to go into therapy after all. Pardon the intrusion.
EL GRINGO VIEJO
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