A Necessary Blast from the Past - Barack the Magic Negro, by Harry Reid

Saturday, 15 September 2012

Yes, We Read Drudge....and other things, as well

'We're very proud of the president's record on foreign policy'...

FLASHBACK: The Day I'm Inaugurated Muslim Hostility Will Ease...

'One of the proudest things of my three years in office is helping restore sense of respect for America around the world'...

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     We were aware of the background of the Manchurian Manikin shortly after he won a pre-fab primary for the Democrat nomination for the vacated United States Senate seat from Illinois.    He then wound up facing a stand-in candidate, Alan Keyes,  put up by the rightwing crazy section of the Republican Party at the last minute because the good and moderate, nice and clean Republicans had decided that it would be nice to let this nice young....man....be a nice United States Senator after all the nice things he had done for his nice people.   After all the seat, in a way, rather belonged to those people....you know...from the central parts of Chicago...you know...it just seemed fair.   And nice.

     Some GOP operatives, both country clubber and rightwing crazy, had come to an agreement on backing Mike Ditka, a famous tight end for the Dallas Cowboys and a relatively popular Head Coach of the Chicago Bears at the time.   Mike backed out at the last moment, no one has ever informed El Gringo Viejo exactly why.   Mike was not a "nice" boy.  He probably did not like the idea that he was being told that everyone wanted him to run, but nobody really wanted him to win.     In reality, the king makers did not  even think he could win.   That is not exactly the way one approaches a person who has a demonstrated Major League attitude about self-discipline and victory.

 

      So Ditka returned to the War on Women, and cleared the decks for the Archangel Barak.   The anointed Democrat dispatched the hapless, underfunded Alan Keyes in the General Elections, and began his long career as a United States Senator as he had spent his long career in the State Senate for the State of Illinois....by being absent and by voting present for much of his long and exemplarily dull  legislative career.  He did manage to throw his considerable support behind one bill that would exempt abortionists from being prosecuted for murder or any other crime should the abortionist has the unfortunate luck to deliver a live baby as a product of an attempted dead baby delivery.   You see, he wanted even the abortionist to have a chance at a mulligan, without fear of having to score extra strokes, if you will.    It seemed like the right thing to do.

     Then, the Archangel, and now Saint, Barry ascended unto the Holy Teleprompter and gave one of his famous leg-tinglers....especially written to massage every synapse of white, liberal guilt.   (We remember Gore Vidal, such a nice boy, lecturing William F. Buckley about race.   He said,"One time I took my shoe and hit a little black boy I was playing with, just to do it.  I just thought it was the thing to do.   Admit it Bill, white people all have things like that in their past".    Buckley did not bat an eye, responding,"Why Gore, were I to have done that, my mother would have surely slapped my face in public and beaten my bottom sore in private.  Of course I have no such thing in my past."

 

     In any regard, after a long and distinguished career of talking out of both sides of his mouth, bad-mouthing white people, black conservatives, FOX News, and anything normal he decided to vote 'present' a couple of times more before announcing his plans be appointed President.  He was a perfect fit for the office.   You see, he was black, and "understood".    That his "black" was derived from anything but the classical American Negro experience, and that he could not tell W.E.B Dubois from Jesse Owens in a line-up, had probably never heard of either of them, he was obviously qualified.   The Annenberg Foundation was very proud of the work he had done "for the community" via representing the Association of Community Organisations for Revolution Now! (ACORN!).  He had, after all, been especially active in bullying banks into giving home owner loans to people with 20,000 dollar per year (or less) incomes when buying 500,000 dollar houses.    He was a real miracle worker.   Had nice friends.   Communists, terrorists, murderers, anarchists....and Jeramiah Wright (who, by the way, was not a bullfrog).

 

     Archangel Saint Bishop Astronaut Barry, rose and took his place above the gathered  knights;  his named appeared on his throne immediately upon receiving the merest glance from his honest, sincere, and meaningfully expressive eyes.   Easily, he vanquished the Trundling Sow who was so crass as to think she could impede The Ascension, and he put her in her place.   Her place is the famous Hall of the Has Beens Who Never Were.

     A couple of reporters (we think the might have been liberal Democrats) did have a bit of trepidation...asking, on the air, "....do we really know this person?   We do not have a body of writing, of legislation passed or supported, or even much knowledge of his past."    But it really did not matter.   He was black, and it was time to shove it in the faces of all those white Southern klanner, cracker, hillbilly hayseed, bigoted Christian gun owning hideous people.  Rednecks, flat-earthers, ignorami.   All manners of bad people...not good people like us who will vote for a Negro, no matter that we know nothing about what he thinks, who he is, what his plan is, what his agenda is or any such insignificant stuff.   It did not matter.   He promised Hope and Change, and by golly that was good enough for the really smart and sophisticated people.    We shall vote for him in lieu of a liberal Republican who is a decorated war hero and an accomplished person....because the Republican is bad because he is white.

 

      Of hundreds of teleprompted, condescentious pronunciamentos, reminiscent of various railing madmen, We stored up further reassurance of the utter shallowness of this marxist bigot.   His guide through life is Saul Alinsky.   His activity as a youth...nothing.  No piano, no baseball, no rock collections, no model planes.   Just smoking dope and selling cocaine, like any other kid.   And making up stories about white girls who weren't good enough, plugged in enough, or smart enough to keep up with his enlightened brilliance.

     The Police in Cambridge behaved stupidly, my mother was left with no insurance and had to die so that the insurance company could live, and if I had had a son, he would have look an lot like the "Reverend" Mr. Sharpton, and the self-assuredness that can only be expressed by a narcissistic, ignorant empty suit, sitting in an empty chair. 

Now knowing more than we wished to know about this Manchurian Candidate,  Pretender in Chief, we can instuct him about certain basic facts.

     Many Christians and Jews are not perfect people.   Many people who are Christians and Jews, along with the agnostics and others sorts who stumble along life's path with them, are communitarian people who try to do for themselves, help others, leave the bar almost sober, and walk home to the family and help around the house.   That is a base-line.  They do not throw pampers in the parking lot.  They help...a little...a lot.  They do and they pull their own weight.   They really don't have time or disposition to hate or even dislike anybody, unless there is a good reason or some kind of justification.  Ole Tex gets along with everyone and gives a little more than he takes.

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     BUT,  among the Ishmaelites, we are presented with a problem.   We have a painting, done by one artist, of the Virgin Mary, taken by another artist and smeared with elephant dung.   The United States Government and the State Government of New York pay the artist for his work and hang it with pride in a famous, public museum.    Likewise, they pay and show other great works, such as a jar of urine with a crucifix inside the jar to keep the urine company.  Truly inspired.   Something the Great Masters and the Impressionists would have had to really study in order to dig deeper into the meaning of aesthetics.  But, there are no riots, no bombings, no killings.   There is considerable consternation, but we consider the source, and do not patronise the degenerates or approve of their deportment.

     However, there is a strata of person throughout the Muslim world, who suffers from a richly justified sense of inferiority.   He (we say he, because the opinion of a woman in any matter is of no importance) has a pronounced sense of insecurity about his religion and his personal moral and social value.   He knows that he is a worthless clod.   He knows that in the scheme of things he has less value to the Cosmos than the slime of an earthworm.  He knows....and understands his worthlessness.   He is surrounded by other mindless, stupid people who only know how to hate.   They have no other emotion, save a bit of lust in the event that the opportunity to rape a foreign female reporter presents itself.

      There are others, a smaller percentage within those described in the  above paragraph...a percentage of a  percentage of the muslim whole, who are exactly like the ones in the previous paragraph, only these have university educations...sometimes advanced degrees.   Some are, by world standards upper-middle class and even from extremely wealthy backgrounds.   They cannot resist sharing the hatred felt by the unwashed, lower class, sub-human "muslims".   These privileged Muslims also  have trouble with girls, trouble with getting along with almost anybody real, but they have no trouble hating people who are having fun, doing things, being normal, and generally committing sins at ever turn....or being Jews...or being Americans....Americans especially are the ones who are unrestrained by the orders of the Prophet.    Americans only believe in friendship, fun, Coca-Cola, life, liberty, prosperity.   They do not understand their duty to Allah.  They are incurable infidels.  They mislead our children.   We must kill our daughters so as to teach them the evil of the Americans.  We must kill Jews and return our lands to the true followers of the  Prophet.   We must defend the interests of the people who no Arab nation wants, and  who cannot even live at peace with and among themselves, the "Palestinians".    We must hate, we must kill, and especially we must hate and kill others who say they are Muslim, but who are not correct in their practise and/or belief....yes, they must be killed.    Blow up their mosques, they are not true churches for any purpose, they are whorehouses of heretics....blow up the false mullahs, blow down their minarets, kill them as they leave prayers, during their funeral processions, kill them all, and kill all the Jews and kill all Americans.    And so, these well-placed Muslims join with the Muslims who are stupider than dead rocks and they set out to kill, demolish, tear down, destroy, and cause misery...kill, kill, kill.

     Enter Our Holy Pretender.   He tells us that he will make an appearance.   As a committed marxist and as a person who has lived in "foreign countries" he "knows".   He speaks and delivers His beatitudes, saying

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     "Now you can stop killing Muslims who are in different sects.   Now, you can play Ring Around the Rosey with the white folks and be part of civilised society, and we shall tax the millionaires and billionaires to ensure that all men are taxed into equality by me, the greatest social democrat since Leon Trotsky and Frederick Engels.   I have come not to follow any law, but to fulfil the prophesies and establish the Worker's Paradise.   Only I can weld together for the good of all the oppressed, the lunatic Muslim fringe, and the dull, instinct driven Marxist cult of class hatred, into BARRY'S MUSLMARX ELECTRIC CAR AND SOCIAL PERPETUAL NON-MOTION MACHINE...AND EVERYTHING IS FREE....We'll simply tax the millionaires and billionaires, so get your shovels and get ready."

     "Stroke of a Pen...Law of the Land!  We just issued an executive order that America is respected for the first time in anyone's adult life.  America is respected because we have changed it int0 a place just like all the rest of the hell-holes on Earth. By becoming like them, a place with open sewers, litter, graffiti, 50% unemployment, unchanging and hopeless, mired in socialist drabness and depersonalisation, others will  come to love us.

     Praise be also to the little people who helped me in their little way to make all of this possible."

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All OROGs will have to admit that they can now feel the tingle going up you alls' legs.   I am very sure that we are all very proud of the President's record on foreign policy.   Muslim hostility has eased, and America is finally respected all over the world..... and everything.

Legtinglingly,

El Gringo Viejo

 

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Why the Protestant Episcopal Church of America is Lost and must be replaced

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     The steady decline of the Episcopal Church in the United States into a social agency in favour of change in the direction of acceptance of all forms of change and destruction of tradition and religious reason is quickly arriving at the finish line.   The destruction is all but complete.  We extract from the writings of the Anglican Curmudgeon two short pieces that might demonstrate how far we have fallen from being a "holy, catholic, and apostolic church" and moved in the direction of becoming the main office of approval of secular humanist convention.

     The following is part of this year's Message for the Feast of the Resurrection from the Presiding Bishopess of the Episcopal Church USA is duplicated below in its full incoherence:

What does that resurrection reality mean for the Body of Christ of which we are part? How does the risen Body of Christ – what we often [sic] call the church – differ from the crucified one? That Body seems to be most lively when it lives closer to the reality of Good Friday and the Easter mystery. In the West, that Body has suffered a lot of dying in recent decades. It is diminished, some would say battered, increasingly punctured by apathy and taunted by cultured despisers. That body bears little resemblance to royal images of recent memory – though, like Jesus, it is being mocked. The body remembers and grieves, like the body of Israel crying in the desert, “why did you bring us out here to die?” or the crucified body who cries, “My God, why have you forsaken me,” or “why have you abandoned us?” In other contexts the Body of Christ is quite literally dying and spilling its lifeblood – in Pakistan and Sudan, in Iraq and Egypt – and in those ancient words of Tertullian, the blood of martyrs is becoming the seed of the church.

     The Shepherd of the Blogsite "The Anglican Curmudgeon" points out the grating, fingernails-on-the-blackboard confusion of the word 'Body" with a capital "B" and a lower case "b" is only one of the lesser low points of a short paragraph.    Her feeble attempt at eloquence only underscores her lack of Faith in the Holy Mysteries.   It is apparent that she is far too sophisticated to believe in Santa Clause and the Tooth Faerie.   It has been her relatively open mission during her entire ministry to force the acceptance of homosexuality at all levels, corners, and precincts of American society.  That is quite a religious mission.

     One would have thought that a better path would have been to return to the Old Book and petition on behalf of all parishioners and yea! even all Americans, the following:   "Almighty Father, who desireth not the death of a sinner but that he should turn from his wickedness and live...".

     The knee-jerk reaction for the Episcopal Church USA to lock arms with every leftist cause and oppose every attempt of leaders in the United States to demonstrate American exceptionalism and the charitable or useful application of that exceptionalism on behalf of the population of the Planet is tiresome.   That position of the Episcopal Church USA for the past thirty years became tiresome thirty years ago.

    We require that all OROGs report to the precincts of the Anglican Curmudgeon for two reasons:  (1)  What is covered above, and more adequately covered in quick and readable form, (7 minutes), and (2) the renewed argument concerning validities of artefacts of The Bard of Stratford-on-Avon's testament and life, and the very existence of said person, as well as, if he existed, whether or not he was the actual, single author of the works generally attributed to him (12 - 15 minutes).

     The discussion conducted by A.S. Haley, the proprietor of said Blogsite is not dull and dark.  It is as lively as the fencing scene between Basil Rathbone and Tyrone Power in "The Mark of Zorro" from back in 1940.   And our guy wins!

Thanks as usual for your time and attention.

El Gringo Viejo

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Braided Events....Confusion and Murkiness

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     It seems that events, and other matters, are occurring at a rapid canter, if not at full gallop.

     The lack of preparedness of the estimable Mr. Bundy played well into the only card left for the left.   Failing in their arguments, as usual, the New York Times has to ask Mr. Bundy about why he thinks that 60 people were shot over the weekend of Easter, leaving 9 dead in Chicago, alone....and he was neither sophisticated nor wise enough to say, "I know nothing of the situation affecting black folks back East.   Nevada is a different planet, and I cannot speak with authority about such things."

    And yes, El Gringo Viejo knows that the question was not specifically about Chicago's rampant black-on-black violence that takes on Fallujah-like insanity.   The other problem is that Old Man Bundy spoke simply and truthfully about the issue and that is really, really a big NO NO.   So there we are.

     This bears naught upon the issue of Bureau of Land Management and its rapacious interjection into property matter throughout the American Union and especially all those areas west of the Mississippi that have any skin showing.   As the Army Corps of Engineers joins with every corrupt local government, especially in the Eastern half of the Republic, to promote endless projects, such as the New Orleans system of locks and dykes, the Environmental Protection Agency moves to block and stymie every effort to do something worthwhile.

     The Keystone Project sits at idle due to the obstinacy of a petty and petulant narcissistic marxist who loves having the opportunity to let Valerie Jerrod tell him what to do....perhaps she is the commie sister/mother he never had and there is a sibling/maternal warmth there that he doesn't feel from having his mother-in-law sitting at the other end of the dining table.

     The prism of unreality glistens further, but with peculiar lights first seen well perhaps during that distressful selfie-orgy between Barry and that white, female dog of a prime ministrina.   It is now a given that Michelle, the dietician and mover-in-chief of the Republic will join up with Richard Simmons and Oprah for a jog across the nation to promote healthy marijuana brownies for primary students who are being home-schooled at their franchise sites where coin-operated abortions will be made available, in a friendly healthy, LGRTSJFW-family environment.

     And there is still nothing on the fact that General Motors and Chrysler preferred stock owners and bond holders were essentially expropriated and their assets turned over to the United Auto BerufsschlägerArbeiter.

      And there is still nothing but snickering giggles about "no shovel ready jobs" after the shovelling of one trillion dollars into the black hole of Pleiades with a few billion diverted to "green energy" like Solyndra and Fistercar.  The shekels of both and several other sham companies wound up not-too-circuitously into the Obama re-election campaign via various one-percenter bundlers.

     And still there is nothing about the 600 or so Mexican innocents who were gunned down by arms provided to cartel people by the Alcohol, Tobacco, Firearms, and Explosives people.   Nothing, except for promotions and bonuses for the ones who were in charge of the program.

      And still, not one news agency, including FOX News, will say anything about the fact that Obama lied directly on live television during his campaign period interview with Spanish language television anchors by saying that Fast and Furious was a Bush Administration programme that he closed down as soon as he found out about it.   This one glaring willingness to lie so blatantly should be touted far and wide, with heralding buglers on a twice weekly basis until it becomes the spot of blood on his hands that he cannot wipe of and he breaks down like Lady MacBeth.....

                                                                            

      And still, there is no answering for any of the labyrinth of lies concerning anything about Benghazi and the need to have offered up for sacrifice an entire embassy compound and staff, and the careers of more general officers than were demoted and/or removed from service after the surprise attack by the Japanese.  Imagine Petreaus, after his treatment by Hillary in the Senate hearings, to later, after Benghazi coming forth and singing her praises.  And Ham, after blustering , becomes a lobotomised buffoon, misrepresenting fly-times and response alternatives with robotic predictability.
     And still we await some indication that there will be a final confession and/or statement of realisation and fact that the Obama Socialised Medicine Initiative is dead...the numbers are not only cooked, but totally invented.  And we further hope that there is enough testosterone left on the right side of the aisle to unconditionally and totally hoist the entire 2,600 pages of "settled law" and its attendant 40,000 pages of ''settled regulations" into the vat of boiling acid that was supposed to have been left at Fort Marcy Park one night not so long ago.


     What villainous people these marxists are.   There is no health in them.


More later, when the effect of my NoDoze and AirWick cocktail wears off.
El Gringo Viejo
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Another log on the fire - Bureau of Land Management and other environuts

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     The creeping, amoebic, sliming, ever-forward reach of the central government may have hit a snag in the Republic of Texas.  We have seen here over the years this same disposition to generally yield to the supposed good intentions of the Wise Ones in Washington, District of Columbia.   This land is needed for the protection of this and that, and that land is needed for the protection of that and this.

     Not long ago, an individual related a story to a brother of mine concerning an incident with the United States Forestry Service.   The fellow is a rancher with significant acreage on the middle Gulf Coast in Texas.  Precision is not all that necessary, but it is necessary to know that the place was a working ranch and not a hobby-ranch.  There were approximately 550 head of cattle, being husbanded by a man and his wife and five hands.

A typical Texas coastal ranch scene, swarming with
ducks and/or geese from early December 'til March

     The environment there is a bit salty, as one might imagine, but with molasses-bearing hay and an eye on the tick fever and other menaces one could make a go of the business and pay the bills.  The man was and probably still is a well-to-do person...one of the poor-rich.   The ranch had four producing oil/gas wells that gained the ranch a portion, which is greater than a royalty.  I believe his portion was 1/16th of the production.


     The punchers and the family enjoyed the coyotes, bobcats, birds, deer, and other beasts, flora, and fauna of the place.   They even had taken to raising donkeys as a protection for the calves against the coyotes.  Donkeys are very protective of other livestock and can handle coyotes very effectively.  On the coast, they had land that went to the very edge of the water, and they could frequently see porpoises frolicking and "rounding up" trout or redfish, and playing their version of rugby with them.   The fish served as the ball, of course, while the porpoises served as the players.

Oak motts, tidal basin, beaches nearby, a plethora of
major mammals and minor, and world class bird
watching opportunities

    
     In any regard, we have the day that Barney Fife comes with a paper in his hand.  This writer is not certain if it was Fish and Wildlife, Bureau of Land Management, or some other sub-dependency of the Department of the Interior of the central government.   There were two pick-ups, with four men, all decked out just like real lawmen, with pistols on their hips.  The oddity was that one of them was also carrying a 16 gauge, pump shotgun, along with a cartridge belt with extra shells.


     Barney, a smallish man remembered best for his silly way of sneery-smiling and snickering after every statement and for his attempt at a John Wayne stride, thrust an envelope into the hand of the ranch owner, in the presence of three of his cowboys.   The rancher asked, "What is this?"
      Barney responded, "That's a court order for you to remove these cattle from the area demarcated in the order.   The cranes and other shore birds, and a lot of protected species land here and they don't like having cows poop on their nesting grounds."
      "But, wait a second, listen here, what am I supposed to do with the cattle?  Are you going to move them?  What am I supposed to do with the land?" protested the rancher.
      "None of that is our problem. Just make sure you pay your taxes, especially your income taxes, or we'll come and take the land, too." was Barney's last snickering statement as he swung back into the "official government" pick-up.   Really strange also, was that the man with the shotgun backed his way into the other pick-up, all the while keeping an eye on the rancher, as if the feds had something to fear from him.


      El Gringo Viejo has deferred from naming the particular type of bird that would have been especially offended by cow-poop, because it is a famous migratory bird that has had a slow recovery over the past century.   By naming the specie, it would narrow the possible actors in this issue to about 100 possible ranchers, and we do not wish to raise their profile before the central government goon squads and enviropsychos.

     Fast forward to to-day, and we have the actual Bureau of Land Management attempting to essentially expropriate from Texas and the State of Oklahoma almost 100,000 acres of Red River border bottom-lands.   This is due to the difficulty in determining the correct line of delineation between the two entities.   The Burea of Land Management seems to say that since the Red River is indecisive about establishing a constant and permanent channel, then the BLM needs to simply take all the area that swishes this way to-day and swashes the other way to-morrow.

     The present Attorney General of Texas, Mr. Abbot, has thrown down the gauntlet against the Barry Soetoro's peculiar autocratic, marxist government now for the thirtieth time, via legal process and/or law suit.  In all probability it will become a matter of both Attorneys-General quite soon.

     The initial illegal land-grab is certainly bad enough.   The use of the same standards being employed in the one area where the unstable border is being examined now, however, could lead to as much as 1,000.000 acres of territory being declared to be of indeterminate domain.

     Move down to the other end of the Republic of Texas and we can report that, very steadily, the Department of the Interior and its various dependencies, have taken more and more land out of the private sector's ownership for the purpose of "preservation of the rapidly diminishing natural habitat".  This steady taking, backed by the elites in the locale who are kind, gentle, more enlightened, the only ones concerned with the little animals, and the only ones with the ability to determine what is good and what the people should and should not have access to....back up this government redefinition of what belongs to whom.

     The only people who have the right to be in these "restricted areas"  that are marked "Federal Property - No Entrance under penalty of law" are drug traffickers and illegal aliens, and of course, the Department of Homeland Security and the Department of the Interior personnel.

 These signs are increasingly appearing
throughout the Republic of Texas

Increasingly tired of hubris, we remain grateful for the OROGs continued patience with the rantings of a mean old man.

El Gringo Viejo

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Rain, Works, and Seasonal Pictures at the Quinta

     During the overnight hours, it seems as though the Quinta Tesoro de la Sierra Madre might have received 4 - 6 inches of rain, due to a suddenly forming upper-level low.   The axis of the trough ran from above Monterrey to nearly Laredo and south down to below Cd. Victoria.   In any regard, the June rainy season came a little early, and it is well that we did the repairs on the roof/ceiling of the "long, west-facing corridor".



This photo shows the flowering of our avocado
houseplant"so named because it is the closest
 avocado to the house.

     We share here some pictures of the recent moments at the Quinta, some of the work and some of the seasonal beauty marks.

     The rains during the past 18 months or so have been more generous than the previous three years.  My decision to allow the "middle ground" between the house and the Rio Corona is turning out to be, for now, a wise measure.

These are the "tejas" on the ground, as we
prepare to patch, repair, and re-enforce
the roof/ceiling of the corridor.

     As I wander, verbally, it needs to be pointed out that the dates on these photos are incorrect.   Why El Gringo Viejo is every bit as intelligent as the most brilliant pair in the world, Obama and (Sir Edmund)Hillary...he cannot seem to figure out how to set the date feature on his camera.



This is Alvaro triple bolting each re-enforcing
2X6 onto the supports of the ceiling.  One can
see the triple bolt at the top centre of the scene

     Here, on the left, are 3,200 tejas (TEI - has) or Moorish or Spanish roof tiles.  They have been taken off so as to give access to the areas that need sealant, re-cementing, and in this case another measure.  This time El Gringo Viejo is putting down a steel sheet underneath the tejas so as to conduct more rapidly and uniformly any water that is not removed through the channels formed by the loose joining of said tejas.  This measure has already proven to be very effective.  Also, the unavoidable bending and twisting caused by the use of rough, sawmill lumber, taken legally from the nearby forests, has been corrected.  That measure will result in a more permanent and more perfectly level roof/ceiling than what we had before.



     This entire project, not counting the planning, driving around picking up the material, and the locating, finally of a maestro to help, once begun only took 3 days to complete and clean up.  Because of the shortage of labour in Mexico at this time, we passed through three maestros who could not work with us because they were already compromised, a couple of clients deep, and that left us in a bit of a lurch.



This is one of four spice, butterfly,
 and hummingbird gardens, this
one with a view towards the
 Rio Corona, 200 yards
 to the South

   We wound up having to use the maestro who had left us in a lurch 13 years ago, never finishing and running up bills at the supply house.   He is also the best maestro in this part of the county.....albeit burdened by his fame of running a 93 yard dash....and charging up accounts to one person to pay for material that pertains to other jobs.   Perhaps that fame is what made him available for us.   In any regard, Maestro IV readily accepted the job Alvaro offered.   He arrived early, left late, and did typically excellent work.  He only overcharged slightly...but perhaps none at all because of his complete array of very fine personal equipment.   And it was good, perhaps, to bury the machete finally. 

We shall send along a few more images of our works and scenes, once we work out another problem in the engineering department.  Thanks for everyone's patience.

El Gringo Viejo
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