Wednesday, 16 May 2012

Sent by an OROG close to the inner circle



     Norman Thomas was the Harold Stassen of the left.   He ran for President many times on the combined tickets of various hot pink, red, and other lunatic groups.  Eleanor Roosevelt wanted him as a member of the White House time, but Franklin Roosevelt decided to have another communist, the once "liberal Republican" from Iowa, the renowned and esteemed Henry Wallace.   It was Wallace and his friend, Harold Ickes, Sr. who came up with the brilliant idea of burning wheat and cotton fields and  slaughtering calves and swine by the millions, and pouring raw milk into the streets of farming communities in order to terrorise the producers into adhering to the ridiculous New Deal program for the nationalisation of farming efforts.   Wallace and Norman Thomas fought after the death of Roosevelt over Wallace's insistence that the Bolshevik Revolution was doing wondrous things for Russia and the Soviet Union.    Thomas, also essentially a communist, was more of a Trotskyite, and thought Uncle Joe Stalin was just Hitler in another form.   He was right...but then again...Trotsky was just Hitler and Stalin in another form too.

     Thomas is worthy of study because he shows the arrogant tenacity of the "progressives" and the socialists in their various evil and perverse manifestations.   They are all bent on running the lives of the stupid people, because only the Norman Thomases of the world are clean, good, smart, and enlightened enough to know what is best for each and every person in the world at each and every second on the face of the clock  and each and every day on the each and every page of the calendar.

People ask at times....

   Some frequent requests over the weeks and months are responded herewith.    A long tour or stay in Mexico, reasonably safe, without emphasis upon the banal, or the disco, or throngs of banal, disco go-ers.    That seems to be the common thread.
Hotel San Leonardo Puebla, Puebla,  Mexico
Lobby of the San Lorenze, Puebla
     Two or three weeks moving between, and including, Puebla and Oaxaca cities.   That is the recommendation of the Gringo Viejo.  Fly to Puebla, transfer to either the very downtown Hotel San Lorenzo, or stay on the edge of the urbanised part of the city at the poofy, ritzy Marriot, where the Volkswagen executives stay.
     We used both of those places many times over the years.   We think that for a couple or a trio of couples travelling together the San Lorenzo, warts (which are few) are tolerable, and the colonial and pre-revolutionary ambience is very enjoyable.   Plus (but wait there's more), it is in midst of that incredible, almost mystical ambience of DOWNTOWN.    Some say that Puebla reminds them of a fusion of Paris, London, and Madrid.    El Gringo Viejo's clients often said that without knowledge that others had said that before them.   It also has Mexico City Modern ancestry....very modern.   It is a really fine place.    Food!!   Food!!   Italian, Mexican, Indian, French, American Smoozy, Chinese, taco-stands on the street; FOOOOOODDDD!!!! 
     And then shopping....whether you buy anything or not....talavera pottery, common for daily use, elegant, or designer museum quality type stuff....woven things....general junque....it is a wonderland.   Sidewalk saloons and restaurants.   Museums, the Fortress of Loreto,  the Pyrmid of Cholula,  the Chapel of Cholula, the City of one chapel for every day of the year, the almost cold nights in the summer, and the warmth of the afternoons, the Cecil B. deMille Geographic backdrop cannot be duplicated.   It is like Mexico City with 1/10th the problems.   The population is mixed with full-blooded Indians (Otomi' and Tlacalan), in typical dress at times (especially women on weekends), people of mixed red and white ancestry, and people composed of totally or almost totally blood from the European Tribes....Spanish, German, Italian, French, English, Irish,  Scottish, is about the right order of blood lines of the white tribes.
      An investment of three or four nights would be correct.   A minimum of three nights, try to hit it mid-week for better rates.   If you have any Spanish at all, engage a carro de sitio for the afternoon of arrival....to go to the Fortress of Loreto and whereever else the driver might recommend....like Gilligan and the Captain....a three hour tour.
Other recommendations, for whomsoever requests such, will be made to the best of our ability..

     Then, on to the South, perhaps a direct ADO bus.    There are several million things that the OROG will miss by taking the direct bus, but you are going to the City of  Oaxaca where there are ten million things to distract the visitor.   It is a comfortable 4 hour run on a toll-road.  Very compelling geographical passage.    What you are missing are places where a curmudgeon might semi-retire and grump around, being grumpy.  Huehuapan de Leon is an example.

Monte Alban Archeological Site
      Once in Oaxaca City a person or small group has about a zillion and two/thirds bunch of choices about where to stay.   Spend a lot for a common, a little better than first class room, but enjoy an irrefutably perfect ambience and location.   The place is an old convent from the 16th Century.    It is rated ultradeluxe....and you pay for it....but once again, the rooms are what one would find in a three or four star hotel, and the ghosts of much of Mexico's past are pleasantly accompanying the visitor.   Such is the Dominican masterpiece, confiscated by the Constitution of 1917, left to rot for 65 years, and finally converted into the government owned Hotel Presidente, then the Hotel Ambassadeur, then the Camino Real Oaxaca.   It is a quirky place.   We had many groups there.  The staff never once said, "thanks, have a nice trip", or "come back soon"....Their initial flurry of welcome always changed to almost cigar-store Indian mode for the rest of the stay.    Our clients seemed to love the place, and the restaurant was excellent....although expensive to the extreme....the waiters were the only ones who did not work in the cigar store.   http://www.camino-real-oaxaca.com/?gclid=CO2SoN-2hbACFaNeTAodv3qi4g

   But, where would you stay, Gringo Viejo?   The crowds clamours for a response.   Okay, my favourite of all is an un-presuposing place with the odd name of Hotel Gala.  It is in the very, very, very middle of town.   If it were any more in the middle, the guest would wake up in the centre of the Gazebo in the middle of the Zocalo (main plaza).    It is only first class, which in Mexico means...middling high.  It is two stories only, no elevator to fail during the earthquakes, and has only a little dinette that has a really great breakfast and "breakfast ambience".   The rooms are neat as a pin, small but very clean baths, completely uninspired decor, but nice.   One can beg for a "plaza view" room or cleave to the quiet of an interior room.   Right now, the walk-in rate is about 32 USD  http://www.gala.com.mx/ .   This link is a bit clunky but it is worth the effort to click through it.
     Within five blocks in any direction, everything can be found.   Watch repair for you grandfather's gold watch, nice stores with crystal, onyx, semi-precious stones, gold and silver jewelry brought in by Indian craftsmen from the mountains.   Every little family restaurant is a delight, sidewalk saloons and restaurants, nice mezzanine restaurants overlooking the pleasantly noisy and musical plaza, the central market is all but adjacent.  Two days can easily be spent walking the six blocks to and from the Church of Santo Domingo, for on that route are literally a thousand diversions.   In the depths of Summer, the temperature swings between 84 F in the afternoon down to 54 F in the earliest hours of the morning.  In the Winter, it's about the same.   It is heavily touristed, but it is also a State Capital, and educational centre with Pinko U right downtown, a dedicated to various processing operations for coffee and chocolate which is raised just a few miles to the east.  Therefore, it is a working town, very tolerant of tourists, but also very intent on accomplishing the mission for the day.
Mitla Archeological Zone
      Not far away, crossing over the plaza and more or less adjacent to the Cathedral, is another of those places where one might expect to find Sherlock and Dr. Watson, sharing a gin and tonic with Poirot and Capt. Hastings.   Miss Marple would be drinking hers from a tea cup, of course.  (She really prefers Coca Cola with the local mescal and half a lime on the side.).     This hotel has at least a billion dollars worth of the finest tile appointments.   Rooms are small and neat.   But once a person manages to check in, he realises that he has done himself a favour on many fronts.  It is about 1,000 pesos per night for the better rooms, 900 for the higher floor, lesser rooms that are wholly adequate.  Go through the clunky but fairly easy to navigate site to see a rare thing....a true picture of a place and its ambience....here http://hotelmarquesdelvalle.mx/english/ .
     There are many places to stay, even in the outback, like the Posada de Don Cenobio, down in Mitla, about 25 miles to the south.
It's a pleasant little place with a nice small swimming pool, and a restaurant of sorts....good food, in any regard.   One can take a taxi, negotiate closely, although El Gringo Viejo has always found the rates to be almost ridiculously low, if a person just grabs one of the common, circulating taxis.   It's about 25 miles to the south of the city of Oaxaca.  The driver can be easily coaxed into side trips and into revealing shopping and restaurants and bars....making a complete day trip of it.
     The OROG can stop and tell the driver to put 200 pesos of fuel into his tanque.  It will assure him that you approve of his driving and that you intend to use him to-day..and maybe more.   His tales, experiences, and studies will usually dovetail well into the OROG's studies of the area and places being visited.   If one wishes, we have heard good things about theis new little place out near the Mitla Archeological Zone...a strictly major league mesoamerican dig.   The Hotel Restaurant Don Cenobio is a good place to "cool it" and generally relax.   These are the really fun ways, in the Gringo Viejo's opinion to really have a good time and to get to know people and their conditions and their dreams and hopes and accomplishments. 

     Please understand that these are simply a few places in Oaxaca.   There really are hundreds, and any 50 of them this writer would consider a good place in which to die happy.
The only point about any of this is that there are hundreds of things to see and do in and around Oaxaca.   Visiting the surrounding towns could and has occupied visitors for days, weeks, months, and even years.   One can do the "pottery tour" or the "minerals tour" or the "archeological tour" or the ''culinary tour" or the "language tour'' or the "coffee and pineapple tour" or do these and many others or just sit on the main Zocalo and watch people and eat fine food and gossip.   It's a good place to live, or whatever.

     NOW, once done with these couple of weeks, a person can board a flight in Oaxaca, they have eight flights per day to Mexico City, via AeroMexico, make your connections in Mexico City to fly  to Gringolandia, and be home...."before you know it"....with no jet lag....because you will have been in the same time zone the whole time.   (!!)

Just some thoughts....tomorrow, or sometime soon, a couple of other easy trips.
El Gringo Viejo

Tuesday, 15 May 2012

Once again, please check out the Anglican Curmudgeon

It is worthwhile reading, as always, the Anglican Curmudgeon's latest posting and the comments that have been made.   It might seem tedious, but after the first paragraph, it is like standing in a cool, rainy breeze after a long dry spell.   The Curmudgeon's detailed account about a supposed papyrus found in Turkey and the interpretations of said missive by a deranged academic are instructive, not just to conservative churchmen, but to all believers in natural law.   The comments are witty, and they are profound.   They are better writers than your humble servant, and much easier to read.

Monday, 14 May 2012

The Nazarene Spake, saying....

The smarmy, self-righteous, arrogant, and condescentious Jesuits who called Paul Ryan's motivation for proposing brutal budget cuts, and his hypocrisy to do so while trying to pass himself off as a Roman Catholic just burned down the Gringo Viejo's barn.   They had invited Ryan to speak at Georgetown University because they wanted to hear how he could  be a Roman Catholic and be so inclined to violate the Church's message of social justice, liberation theology, and socialism that Jesus of Nazareth so plainly preached.

     Here is my answer.

     My position is supported by the Nazarene.

     His order was to each man's soul.   It was not ordered to a collective.  It was not ordered to a government.   It was not even ordered to a church.   It was ordered on a hillside.   It was ordered in conversations in sundry places.
     He demanded husbandry of resources and the creation of product, wealth, goods, services, wages, and profits.    He spoke to the wisdom of caring for the vineyard.   He spoke to the ill that comes from laxity in the responsibility of ownership and stewardship of possession.
     He did not say that the root of all evil is money.   It was Saint Paul who instructed Timothy about the nature of wealth and money, writing:

                  We have brought nothing into this world, and it is certain that we can carry nothing out.   And having food and raiment, let us be therewith content.   But they that will be rich fall into temptation and a snare, and into many foolish and hurtful lusts, which drown men in destruction and perdition.  For the love of money is the root of all evil; which while some coveted after, they have erred from the faith, and pierced themselves through with many sorrows.
                    But thou, O man of God, flee these things; and follow after righteousness, godliness, faith, love, patience, meekness.

     Saint Paul continues in the same chapter, concerning the rich:

                 Charge them that are rich in this world, that they be not high-minded, nor trust in riches, but in the living God who givith us richly all things to enjoy.   That they do good, that they be rich in good works, ready to distribute, willing to communicate; Laying up for themselves a good foundation against the time to come that they may lay hold upon eternal life.

     Therefore we know that our instructions, based upon the words of a man who was instructed directly by the Nazarene, are to do good ourselves, that we be rich in good works we have done ourselves, each individually, that we be ready to share, which points to the need to have riches so that one can share riches, and that we each be willing to listen and speak truly, not simply be ordered to turn our riches over to Caesar so that he might do his will.   It is our task to determine the path of our money and not trust in government to chose the route of good works.   In that way, we can lay up a good foundation  so that our good works will go before us and glorify our Father in Heaven.

      What fool would trust the government to do good works?   In a monarchy, the king takes money to build himself a castle and make war upon another king.   In a democracy, the masses demand that the rich be divested, and they take the money as squander it like the fool of one talent.   We are to be like the servants who received from their master four and five talents, and who then laboured and multiplied that wealth for the sake of their master.
      It is slothful to remand our duties to directly do good works to a government.  It is up to us to calm and counsel the bereaved, to comfort the prisoner and the sick, to clothe those who have nought, to determine who is hungry and truly in need of food.   We see the results of passing that responsibility to a government.    We note that the government serves its own wishes and neither the good of the poor nor those of many talents.

     One who follows the instructions of the Nazarene would never, willingly, establish a government Ponzie scheme that was designed to enslave the elderly and forge them into a voting bloque instead of a source of wisdom for the following generations.    Nor would we willingly establish programs that would abolish paternity and reward of self-development and self-reliance.   Private charity and private charitability did not enslave generations to sloth and lethargy.

O! Thou of wicked motive and intent!   Your questions  have been answered by the truth you will to not see.   You cannot establish Heaven nor utopia on this earth.   Each of us is born with the sin of believing that we are gods.   We are only angels, and that...even that..... is only if we labour mightily and choose to be angels.

And that is how El Gringo Viejo would have answered the viperous Jesuit Pharisees!


     

Turn Out the Lights, The Party's Over

For a sure sign that Sir Ednumd Hillary Rodham is the new presumptive Dcmocrat National Socialist Party nominee for President of All 57 States.



 In a poll conducted by Clearly  B. S. News :

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 This is amazing that they would allow such a poll, and further that they would publish it.   It would be best to call San Francisco and have some of the guys start calling in to remake this teachable moment.
Dazed and confused in Texas,
El Gringo Viejo.

Quick notes about Mexico

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