Absurbimus Abundus Amungus

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     (1)     An asteroid is approaching Planet Earth, and lamentably, said asteroid is approximately 300 times the size of our Planet.  Best calculations indicate it will hit sometime next week.  Due to that fact, the Democrat National Committee has published some observations, analysis, and perhaps helpful guidance.

     First of all, the Republicans have done nothing about this.   They have stood in the way of every measure that we have reasonably proposed:

    Universal Free health care, with extra Asteroid protection clause

    Ferguson Marshall Plan for People of Colour (FMPPC)

   Special umbrellas for LGBTZQSJM5 persons

   Midnight yoga for women and others identifying as women or as "other than male gender who might be suffering from" Asteroid Stress Syndrome

   The Native American Casino Protection and Rehabilitation Act that provides for protection from     asteroids and funds for rebuilding Native American Casinos

  Non-Citizen (un-documented aliens from Planet Earth) Asteroid Exemption Act

   And an Act requiring immediate confiscation of money from the rich (anyone with 50,000 dollars of net worth or more) and its immediate redistribution to the people who need it more and from whom the money has been stolen since the foundation of the White Race, especially in America. This bill also authorises the confiscation of any excess profits held by people of Latin or Black African ancestry who have ever even thought about voting Republican, a form of Hate-Crime.

    A call for an International Climate and Asteroid United Nations Conference in 18 months, to be held in La Havana de Cuba to celebrate the 73rd Anniversary of the beginning of the Liberation  of Cuba from the domain of the Yanqui Imperialist Usurpers.  And Women's Issues.  And Trans. And a conversation about Race.  And Muslim After-Asteroid refugee resettlement project conversations.

     This last note:   Planned Parenthood Offices will be closed on Asteroid Day.   Merry Solstice.

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(2)     On a bit more serious note, we find ourselves always appearing to be "taking Mexico's side" in this or that matter at least in the opinion of some readers and observers of A Gringo in Rural Mexico blog.  Your humble commentator is not an apologist for Mexico.   I see Mexico with both eyes open, warts, moles, and beauty marks.

     But, both in the reporting of negative and positive news of Mexico, one must be especially careful of what is published.   In terms of the negative, almost any news service such as McClatchy, New York Times, AP, Los Angeles Times, etc. go out of their way to report in a twisted way so as to put Mexico in the worst light possible.   In terms of the positive, beware of glowing accounts about time-shares or "adult community" life in Chapala, found in advertisements or  articles published in travel mags and publications.  Financial Times seems to do a good job, just to balance my remarks.

     Also, almost any travel advisory issued by the United States Department of State is almost certainly going to be either a reprint of an identical advisory from four years ago or too vague to employ in any positive way or it will be totally inaccurate.

     This writer is certainly not the final authority nor the all-knowing presence in the Hemisphere.  But, there are things that a person knows, especially after accomplishing three-score and ten, with

 Hercule Poirot

much of that being in, on, and around Mexico, and to many of the corners, depths, and peaks thereof.  Coupled with our family's experience with the workers who attended to our affairs on the Texas frontier with Mexico....almost all of whom came from the interior of Mexico....the OROG can perhaps have a little more confidence of my understanding of the people from a realistic and perhaps even sympathetic viewpoint.
   Throw on lore of the family stemming from a great-grandfather and a grandmother who owned a 1,500 acre plantation in the mountains to the west of the coastal city of Tuxpam, Vera Cruz during the 1880s up through the early part of the 1900s, and one might appreciate that even my genetic patterning could assist in "lubricating" the synapses  of understanding in my "little grey cells".
     In the Case of the Phantom Homicide Statistics, it was widely published that Mexico is now the second most violent country in the world in terms of homicides.  It was also pointed out repeatedly that only one place had more casualties (deaths) by violence than Mexico, and that was Syria.   They make the case that Mexico has had 30,000 killings of various types, since Vincente Fox Quezada, and especially Felipe Calderon Hinojosa (both rightwing, Republican-like Presidents from the National Action Party) came to power.   The overwhelming majority of said homicides have been associated with the scourge of the narcotics trade and wars.

     Quickly, so as not to bore, true statistical comparison of countries, in terms of any commodity or  demographic characteristic can only be done on the basis of incidence per a certain number-constant.  For instance,  let us say Baltimore has a homicide rate of 154 per 100,000 per annum.  We could then compare Baltimore to a place like LaFayette County, Texas that has perhaps a 2 homicide rate per 100, 000 and discern which is more dangerous.   We attach a chart so that readers can discern for themselves how much difference there is in the image when apples are compared to apples instead of comparing apples to tennis rackets:

(1)  Mexico                           19
(2)  Colombia                       26
(3)  Bahamas                       30
(4)  Guatemala                    31
(5)  Trinidad / Tobago        31
(6)  Belize                           34
(7)  St. Kitts                        35
(8)  South Africa               36
(9)  Brazil                          39
(10) Jamaica                     43
(11) US Virgin Islands     53
(12) Honduras                 84
(13) Nicaragua                84
(14) El Salvador            108
(15) Venezuela               115

     This is not a list of all countries, only a listing of some that show where Mexico compares with other places known, and perhaps not so well known.   Once again,  these are homicides per 100,000 persons in said countries.   Some might say that there is a "trick" here to make Mexico look good, but such is not the case.  Setting the number-per-100,000 gives the observer the exact level of security he/she can compare to another region or nation.   The United States, for instance, has something like 5.6 per 100,000, while certain urban precincts in the United States might seriously have numbers ranging well into the triple digit level.
     Mexico has the further disadvantage because the vast majority (well over 90%)of "homicides" should more properly be listed as "organised criminal military-style casualties and other deaths associated with criminal drug trafficking".   The Mexican military, for instance, has lost over 560 dead during the past 10 years, although they seldomly ever lose or draw a confrontation.
     Many folks are unaware that Mexico has a population of 125, 000, 000 people and occupies a land area that is three times the size of Texas.   So it is not as if it is Luxembourg having nightly shoot-outs with all combatants armed with bazookas.   It is also true that those who remain removed from the "traffic" have reduced their exposure to "problems" by over 99%, because the vast majority of the deaths being incurred in Mexico are due to confrontations between various gangs seeking "domain rights" in certain locales, as stated in a different way above.

     The most lamentable thing, of course, are the civilians, honest or more or less honest cops, and the very valiant Mexican Army and Naval Infantry who are affected by this plague.

     We would wish, in any regard, that the Department of State and/or the White House and/or whoever else is pushing this story including, the leftist Obsolete Media that dominates the newspaper and television news outlets would desist.  They are fooling folks who cannot spend the time to centrifuge the statistics and they are not fooling those of us who know the truth.

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(3)    Finally we note that the family of the Gentle Giant, Michael Brown of Ferguson, Missouri fame was awarded $1,500,000 as compensation for Michael's death.   This award was given by a cowed city, gained by an eloquent and sincere attorney, I am sure, and perhaps it will restore some form of Karma to that horrid situation.

     We remember, however, that the family (or families, due to the convoluted nature of which is the step-father, which is the baby-mother, and which is the place where he "stays") set up dueling "Michael Brown Memorabilia Stands" at different ends of the town.  There were several physical conflicts between the dueling mothers and relatives to see who could dominate in sales of Michael Brown T-shirts and other such things.  It appeared as something akin to walrus mud-wrestling. 

     Several of these episodes were video-recorded, but we stopped looking after the first one because it seemed to be so terribly disgusting that the boy's body was barely cold before the people who cared naught about him, who should have cared the most, were essentially casting lots over shreds of his memory.   And to think, they were doing it for their own selfish, personal gain.  What price dignity?

     And these people were presented at the Democrat National Convention as some kind of national heroes.  In the case of both Michael and Treyvon, it seemed to be somewhat obvious that neither of those two boys, at least, had anyone invested emotionally in either.

     There are cases of police excesses to be sure.  But the development of an essentially un-fathered category of child, repeated thousands upon thousands upon thousands of times, results in the production of so very many children whose souls wither and rot within them long before adulthood.

     The white child who beat a four-person killing in a DWI incident a couple of years ago in Dallas is another example of the same thing...The attorney says the child is "disadvantaged" because of having been over-indulged and pampered, and so he could not determine right from wrong, nor could he exert any form of self-control.  He had, and still has, no soul.

Please.   Spare me.  Must we continue to live in dread of these monsters?  

El Gringo Viejo

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Russians, Shootings, Republicans killing people by denying them medical services....whew.....it's a jungle out there.

This cat actually collapsed after listening to Nancy Pelosi
explaining to an assembly about how valuable she still is
to the Democrat Party.  We hope she stays at the reins, for
the good of the Republic.  The cat is still unconscious. 

          It is all very exhausting.  Pocahantas declaring that the Republican plan to Repeal, Repair, and Reboot BarryCare is actually a plan to kill people.   She states it clearly on the floor of the august chamber of the Senate of the United States of America, and she does it with a straight and very grim, scowling face.

    Bernie Sanders and others of the Democrat Party....Chucky Schemer, Al Franken, and other such paragons .....plod up to the lecturn to lecture the empty chamber about the plan the Republicans have that is intentionally designed to kill people and to deny the American people the least mite of dignity while they are forced into diseased, starving extinction.

     Each declares in his/her own droning, somber way that the Republican Plan is full of cutbacks for those most in need and tax breaks for the wealthy.   It is a very troubling scene one can conjure while listening to these great minds.   It is especially compelling when one considers that during this succession of incredibly boring, every-word-predictable dronings-forth, not one of the speakers has had any inkling of information about what the Senate plan contains as it attempts to mesh with the already passed plan from the House of Representatives.

     Yet, they are fully certain that the Senate Plan is identical to the House Plan in terms of killing people and making rich people richer.

     They are made bolder by their hubris and ignorance, knowing that their base of supporters would probably not know the difference between the process of passing a complex piece of bi-cameral legislation and a lug-wrench.   These are the people who were led seven years ago by a Speaker of the House, Nancy Pelosi, who reminded the assembled at one point in their 2,900 page Obamacare disaster that, "We shall have to pass the Bill in order to find out what's in it."

     These are the people whose "economic genius" and the engineer of the mechanics of the Obamacare Monster, a certain Dr. Gruber, declared that the people putting the Bill together were fortunate because the American people were too stupid and ignorant to understand what Obamacare would actually be and what it would require.

    But, one still must admire how deftly the Democrat minority in the United States Congress can deny participation to Republican participation in 2009 to forge a bipartisan style "health care" act, and then in 2017 declare afore-hand that they would not assist or participate in any restructuring or change in Obamacare, in spite of the fact that Obamacare had....in truth....already collapsed of its own weight.   Complexity, contradictory objectives, corruption, intellectual and moral authors of low and poor quality caused Obamacare to be the medical equivalent of aeronautic engineering of the airplane known as the Spruce Goose of Howard Hughes fame.  That plane cost, in to-day's terms, about one billion dollars, took three years to build, made one flight....of 400 yards...and has since rested in a museum.
     The amphibious craft was designed to carry two tanks, 750 combat infantry, and supplies to fight for a month, along with other rolling stock.  It was a good idea, perhaps....or perhaps not.

Thanks for your time and attention.
El Gringo Viejo

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A few words to try to see if the saddle is cinched right....

     We have the never ending problem about trying to gain possession of our photos due to the very, very peculiar process we must use.   We have to render our photos into some cavern deep inside the computer, then start trying to recover them.  That means finding my desired picture and then posting it to Facebook, then sending from Facebook to "downloads" so as to be able to then "select" the picture for posting on the blog.

     At times we can copy and paste the photo directly onto the blog manuscript, although not dependably.

     The blooms above are part of what is called a "rebrote" which in English means a "re-blossoming".   It is the "second blush" of the Flamboyan trees that are the signature of the beginning of Summer in the Mexican eastern tropics.  This year there were relatively heavy rains during the original blossoming and that seems to cause a second pass at the apple, so to speak.

     We have seven of these trees on our lot, ranging from small medium (15 feet) to relatively large for their age trees of 16 years reaching up to 30 feet or a little more.  The one pictured above is a smaller one that provides shade and colour near our little "cochera" (carport) in front of the Quinta Tesoro de la Sierra Madre.   The trees are normally about a time and a half wider in diameter than they are tall.    Lots of dried twigs in the early Winter, and lots of falling leaves right around Christmastide, but it all seems to be worth it.

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     We had a bit of a contretemps about a week ago when I lost the absolute control over my legs, below the knees, and to a lesser extent of my forearms and hands.   Figuring my number was up, and I would rather sing the last  verses of Happy Trails up in the Adobe Hut, I began to try to trudge up from the banks of the Rio Corona, but such was not to be.

This is right where Prieto the Dog
 decided to slobber on me

     It was necessary to literally crawl up about 200 yards, over a gravel, bedrock, and gritty trail.  Luckily, I encountered a long piece of cardboard and used it to somewhat buffer the effect of the trail upon the knees and elbows.  My two "go-for-a-walk" cats (Calico and Cleopatra), and my black dog Prieto (meaning dark or "blackie") actually stayed with me all the way up.   Once there, with some effort, I managed to stand up, and promptly fell down backwards.

     The back of my head made contact with some well-placed, medium-sized rocks.  The next thing that we realized was that Preto was licking my face and doing some kind of whining-barking thing, while I began to call out for Ciro, the majordomo of the Hacienda de La Vega, which is adjacent.  Before long, Ciro was there along with my nearest neighbours who live on the lot at the Quinta's back door.

Bloody mess about which El Gringo Viejo was
completely unaware until the next day.

    That gave us three men, and the daughter of the neighbour and another woman who has a home and store about 20 yards up the "street",  facing my back-door neighbour's lot and home.   They helped me to the corridor of the Quinta, where I was positioned, comfortably, in one of the two complex bright-white plastic chairs (very heavy duty).   These chairs were a gift from the In-Laws of my daughter, who had them left-over from moving the their parents from one nice facility to another more appropriate for their needs.

     It was all rather comedic, except that the return of the use of my extremities was taking longer than I was willing to tolerate.  All were thanked, and my shirt was taken to the neighbour's to be washed.  As for me, I decided to chance at least a quick, warm shower.   This was accomplished, and it was decided to lay down for a moment and rest.   Thankfully, I had gotten fully dressed before starting my nap, because no more t han three minutes later, Ciro the Mayordomo came in with the other major householder in  the Ejido Francisco Madero, a retired lady and the two of them told me to get up and that we had to go to Ciudad Victoria to the "hospital".  They had been ordered by the owner of the Hacienda de La Vega to take me there at all haste.   It was neither worth the argument or the resistance.  Into the backseat of the lady's Focus, and off we went.
     Within thirty minutes we had arrived, including the traffic, lights, etc.  One thing that helped was that the little rural State highway we use to go to Victoria has been upgraded, sharply.   It is amazing how many small, medium, and even some large public projects have been done during this new Governor's brief period of service so far.
     We took the Periferico road and wound up very close to the Prison that had had quite a disorder the week before, once again quelled by this new National Action Party Governor,  Francisco Garcia Cabeza de Vaca.   We were going the wrong way, because the Hospital Civil was in the other direction.  In short order I learned that we were going in the correct direction because we were heading for the relatively new Red Cross Emergency and Trauma Clinica.   We pulled into the parking lot, and lo and behold, there was the owner of the Hacienda de La Vega, with a wheelchair waiting.
      He was accompanied by a doctorette, and a charge nurse, all of whom trucked me into a consulting room where other nurses began looking at the back of my head, and poking around in said region.  Blood pressure was taken, it seems like every 15 minutes, and a bit of blood was drawn, eye and retinal reactions tested along with other reflexes.  I revealed my two small plastic bags of snake oil that I take....as requested by the owner of the Hacienda....so as to orient the personnel at the Clinica de Cruz Roja Mexicana what my medicines are.   
     As usual, it was a bit of a task to convince them that this Gringo has no medicine, only vitamins, aspirin, probiotics, that are taken within a very regular regimen.   When a brief time had passed by and the personnel was convinced that this particular Gringo did not take any medicine, the lady Doctor asked if I had been drinking enough water and if I had been eating correctly.   My answer had to be no.....simply because of laziness.....it is just no fun to cook for oneself.
     A bevy of white uniformed, scowling females, holding their laptops, and swinging their stethoscopes in a not-to-aggressive way frowned at me while the Doctora informed me that I was between moderately to severely dehydrated.   My blood pressure upon entering was 88 / 56,  and the last reading was up to my normal 106 / 68, and she informed me that they could tell by my eyes and this or that .  They had been giving me what I thought was water fairly steadily, but found out at that time that they there plastic tubes of electrolytic waters.
      She told the owner of the Hacienda de La Vega that it would be necessary to take a good supply of electrolytic water and gatorade and Electrolit Suero Rehidratante back to the Santa Engracia area and check on the Gringo every few hours, because....".....it is evident that he is not capable of taking care of himself, apparently."

    I attempted to pay whatever bill there was, as did my friend Rafael, but there was no charge.  And, it is true, that many....most...services at the Mexican Red Cross have no charge.   Back into the wheelchair (humiliating), and taking my little packet of four "starter" Suero Rehidratante plastic bottles.   After expressing eternal gratitude and so forth, etc.etc. we started back to my little mud hut in Nowhere, Mexico.   We stopped briefly, at my insistence, at a PEMEX service station where I bought 200 pesos worth of fuel for La Maestra, which was the least that I could do perhaps.
     After a couple of days of hanging around the house again, doing chores, and trying to be better about eating and hydration, the bloody chair caught my attention.  By that time, my Mayordomo had come up from his community about 70 miles to the South of us, in order to take charge of the decrepit old fool that owns the mud hut.   Interestingly, he and I are almost exactly to the month the same age.   We put ourselves to work on the "Bloody Chair", and turned it back into the really nice piece of comfortable, eye-pleasing furnishing that it is.
    We include a picture of the cleaned-up chair so that all will know that we are at least somewhat industrious.

Thank you all for putting up with this silly, self-involved story, but it might serve to let folks understand the comings and goings of life in that area where the above chair lives and works.   And is cleansed vigourously, frequently, and whether it needs it or not.

El Gringo Viejo

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A few quick logs to put on the fire started by the political scene.....

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    The following are a number of points that come to mind as I drive back and forth, up and down, the road twixt the Quinta Tesoro de la Sierra Madre and my various home-bases.

(1)   The Madness of Lib-Logic -   If a person proposes or supports some notion that an illegal alien who has an outstanding warrant from the Department of Homeland Security - Immigration and Customs Enforcement, should be held by local or State authority until the DHS - ICE officers come and pick up said individual.....then according to the entire Left and the Obsolete Media, that person is a racist, bigot, neanderthal, and just a plain ol' deplorable.

     The Obsolete Press, lamentably now including many of the local broadcasters, has declared the new law dealing with illegal aliens who have compounded their offense by committing a serious misdemeanour or felony is "racist".   It is pointed out that any person supporting this new law is probably a Nazi SS enforcer, a bigot, a bad person,  and as stated above, a veritable  "Deplorable".

    They equate the Texas law recently passed by both Houses of the Congress of the Republic of Texas and signed by the correctly designated Head of State as a law designed to harass and generally denigrate "hispanic" people, all of whom are assumed to be cherubs and people awaiting beatification.   The new law is said to be, in their terms, ''racist".  

     I equate those who argue in this manner to the drunken gunfighter flailing his pistol around, firing at nothing and everything.   They have chosen this time to make of a relatively simple matter something terribly complicated.

    How so?  It is simply because this new law simply states that the constabulary throughout the Republic of Texas, and more especially the elected Sheriffs of the Counties and the Chiefs of Police of the various and sundry municipal jurisdictions of the Republic of Texas honour and comply with active detain-and-deliver orders from DHS - ICE.   This means, equally simply, that illegal aliens who have been detained by arrest for suspicion or by warrant for crimes of a serious nature, once their penal obligations are acquitted, should be referred to DHS - ICE so as to facilitate their immediate deportation.   In some cases, the DHS - ICE people might recover the individual to be transferred to a holding area for later prosecution based on other pending warrants.

     We will point out that among the people whom the Obsolete Press and the general leftist movement loves to call "Hispanic", and who are American / Texian citizens or legal aliens, it is my best estimate that 80% favour this process.   Frequently, they are the ones who have to put up with the swirling mass of criminal slime that have come to our shores, plains, mountains, towns, and cities in order to commit murder, mayhem, and disorder.   Mara Salvatrucha Anyone?

     Here, locally along the frontier, the local print, television, and radio media are pointing out the obtuse racism of the Governor Greg Abbott who wants to throw all "hispanics" in jail and have them deported whether they are legal, illegal, citizens, or not.   This is not a joke.
    It is the same as the picture ID voter requirement false-issue.   They look into the camera with that "look".  The "look"?  It is that "look" that reveals the certain knowledge by the reporter that he / she has "caught" another honkey Klanner being a Mexican-hating bigot.    Little matter that most of the Latinate people who are legally in Texas and / or citizens of three to fourteen generations.....most of them want protection from illegal aliens in Texas who are here solely for criminal purposes.  Of that latter group, long ago they were very few.....now, they are legion.

      One last, and very valid, angle pertaining to this matter.   One might note that Mexico has been delivering people with wants / warrants in the United States and / or Texas on an astoundingly regular and dependable basis.  It was the norm, not more than a generation ago, that obtaining extradition for a wanted person in Mexico to be sent to Texas or elsewhere in the United States was nearly laughable.  Now it is de rigueur.    Texas especially (I sincerely do not know about the other States) has been good about delivering people who have been requested by Mexican authority when the proper charges, warrants, and causes are presented.  It is like....dare I say....the way things should be. 

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 Robert (Sheets) Byrd's ''private" train for his wife who
hated flying.  It still runs both directions, 3 times per week.
  It is especially beautiful during the Spring and Fall.  In
fairness, it is still running a 93% occupancy.

(2)  The notion of "crossing the aisle in order to get something done" - Instead of going through a long, wordy explanation concerning how this writer arrives at the conclusion that now resides in his brain (can we still say 'his'?), it is patently impossible for straight-thinking classical Liberals, classical republicans, classical parliamentary monarchists, modernist Conservatives, traditionalists, orthodox religious thinkers to "cross the aisle". 

 This is the Saloon Car

     And before the irate masses bury me up to the neck and begin the stoning, please understand.  Crossing the aisle to anyone who identifies as one of the above cohort of philosopher, thinker, or believer means being "reasonable" and caring about the opinion of another person who is not in accord with the issue at hand.
    To the Left, "crossing the aisle" means...."Agree with us and vote the way we say or we shall accuse you of wanting children to die, throwing grandma off the cliff, of having ever said the word 'mongoloid', of wanting to abolish Social Security, and being a racist.   And a HomoPhobe (fear of human-like entities)".

     Point? There is no such thing as "crossing the aisle in order to get something done"when one is dealing with leftists.  Their rule is "What is yours is negotiable.  What is mine in mine.".
   The closest we might come to that in recent times is the idea that we do some log-rolling with other peoples' money.  For instance, "You give my wife a private train to Charleston, West Virginia with AMTRAK, and I will vote for your embargo against Brazilian and Mexican sugar."
     West Virginia U.S. Senator Robert Bird (Grand Exalted Kleagle of the Ku Klux Klan) had a wife Erma Ora James - Byrd,  who, like Claudia Alta Taylor Johnson (Lady Bird), and your humble servant, had severe allergy to flying.   Et Viola'! A full scale overnight train with diner, saloon car, and deluxe alcoves in the Pullman section for someone who is "very important".   And what is "mine" is mine?   The train still runs, and ironically, it is doing a little better than breaking even.  Were it to run daily, it would make good money.

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(3)  Grey Panthers form shout-down groups at Town - Hall meeting with their US Representatives -

       They are the perfect picture of America's left.  It is something like, "The Republicans have a blockade against our friends in Cuba, pushing them into extreme poverty.  And we want our free stuff, and the rich should pay for it.!!!!!  We demand it!!!!! Explain why you want us to die!!!!"   

    All of this, of course, references the "discussion" we are having with people like the Grey Panthers and other Soros Choir members who specialise in holding up pitifully impudent and meaningless placards, 'Why do you want my daughter to die?" and "When will you share?" and shouting, "If you let the planet fry, we are all going to die".
     They shout things that can not be discerned, and if discerned cannot be understood.   And then, if they are successful in totally interrupting any communication, they retire from the field of argument, content that they have won. 

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This is a delayed publication, primarily because I forgot to post it a couple of weeks back.
El Gringo Viejo

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Trumphoory - (Chopped Suey, A bunch of hooey, and lies that become gooey) The Anglican (Orthodox) Curmudgeon takes aim at the Cervantine Windmills of the Progressive, Socialist, Elitist Nabob Community

FRIDAY, JUNE 2, 2017

We have taken the self-provided privilege to republish and repost the included article (below) written by the hand of Mr. A.S. Haley.   We urge that the Order of Readers of the Old Gringo click onto accurmudgeon.blogspot.com to see the article in its native habitat, and to keep building up the traffick count of Mr. Haley in a legitimate way.   His blogsite has many magic doors as in the Magic Wardrobe of C.S. Lewis fame....(Chronicles of Narnia).  It is alway a pleasant and mischievous way to wander from the path of reality, while maintaining ones virtues and values.   It is the article of 2 June 2017....a Friday.

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Trumphooey

In the face of yet another onslaught from the never-Trump, ever-snorting boars (actually, bores) in the media, echoed by world so-called leaders from Europe and elsewhere, and by the brainwashed Democrats who can still commandeer a platform for a statement, it is time to pour another dose of cold reality onto the overheated political front.

Briefly: behind the Gadarene rush to condemn President Trump's announcement that he will no longer abide by the provisions of the Paris Agreement signed by President Obama is nothing more than political posturing. The campaign is designed only to spread rampant disinformation in an effort to undermine Trump's public support.

At the same time, the remarkable breadth and effrontery of this campaign is highly revealing of the motives of those behind it. There is no science (understood properly, as a prediction of what will happen when a process is repeated) to back their claims. Instead, there is a consensus of the like-minded and like-motivated, around the moniker of "climate change" (after all, who in his right mind could disagree that the climate changes over time?), that is propped up by highly flexible (and debatable) computer models.

And now that President Trump has had the gall to question the validity of their unsupported (and unsupportable) consensus, the elites and their media are in an uproar: an uproar based on fear of exposure, and not on facts (because there aren't any facts -- only elaborately constructed, and continually revised, computer models). I shall not boost their Web traffic by linking in this post to all the stories they have generated. You may, as Claude Rains would say, round up the usual suspects by going to Huffington Post, MSNBC, CNN or the New York Times, and take it from there.

In short, Obama signed the Paris Agreement as a hollow gesture to his Potemkin legacy, and now Trump has decided he won't play along with the charade.  

You will never read the whole truth in the mainstream media. So those of you who find your way to this obscure outpost on the worldwide Web may thank the luck (or chance) that brought you, because here you will find nothing but the unvarnished truth, as always -- no matter how unpalatable it may be. Qui potest capere capiat.

Let me begin with some unvarnished facts.

First, the so-called "Paris Agreement (or Accord)" of 2015 is called that, because it is not a full-fledged international treaty. It is more akin to a "gentlemen's agreement" between those who signed it as to the levels of greenhouse gases they will individually (as leaders) strive to meet on behalf of their respective countries. (I say "strive", because the Agreement contains no consequences for signatories who fail to reach their own set goals -- see below.)

Second, because it is not a treaty, it is not legally binding on any country whose leader signed it. Instead, it contemplates only a series of implementation measures to be adopted by the signers at future sessions, subject to formal ratification and adoption by the respective governmental bodies of their individual countries.

Third, in the United States, our Constitution gives legal effect only to a treaty that has been signed by the President and ratified by a two-thirds majority of the Senate. (See Article II, Section 2 for the language.) All else is ephemeral: what one President signs, a later President may revoke.

President Obama signed the accord, but he never submitted it to the Senate for ratification. So it has no legal force on the United States, and never has had. It was only his personal commitment to the other signers to lower CO2 gas emissions, and that commitment ended when he left office. Trump was in no way legally bound to continue to honor it -- and now he has announced he will not.

Thus the vocal opposition to Trump's announcement is not based in law, or on any other justifiable ground. The measure of it is simply the degree to which the globalists are outraged that any public figure should attempt at this date to thwart their agenda. (After all, they managed to persuade the heads of 197 countries to climb on board initially, and now those heads have secured official ratification in 147 instances.)

In other words, their bobbing balloons having been punctured, the "climate change" enthusiasts are now emitting a gaseous pollution of their own into the atmosphere. The collective phenomenon is so unique to our experience that I have had to invent a new word for it: "Trumphooey".

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     We have more publications coming out during this week on other topics concerning Mexican and Texian historical points that are seldom mentioned or covered.

El Gringo Viejo

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As Briefly as Possible.....Climate Change....Really? Or - Let us turn our fates over to our betters.....

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     If you like your plan, you can keep your plan.   If you like your doctor, you can keep your doctor.    Now that we have enacted the Income Tax, be assured that the tax will never exceed 1% of your income.

     Enumerating all the programmes established by "Progressives" that were sold for rabbits and turned out to be cats would take at least enough pages to destroy the Black Forest.   The worst of all of the projects for perfection of the human race, however, is the concept of trying to intercept the destruction of Planet Earth from being self-immolated by means of global warming.....or cooling.....or climate change.....or (what's next?).

     The preliminary to all of this was the Jane Fonda - starring movie "China Syndrome" which instructed the mindless of that time that all nuclear reactors were going to melt down and make doughnut holes of the Planet.   And, as the bard points out, without taste or class, more people have died in the back seat of Teddy Kennedy's Oldsmobile than from any dysfunction of an American, Mexican, or Canadian nuclear reactor.

     Very quickly, I recount when the university professor from some place called Berkeley told the Louisiana State University College of Geography, Geology, and Earth Sciences to be ready for their visit on such and such date....sometime in the lattermost 1970s.  My brother would be made head of that College, after taking his Ph.D from LSU in 1969.

     Sure enough, the appointed day arrived, and the Berkeley professors came in, looking totally the part of a gang of bank robbers, and began ordering the peons around so as to better accommodate their lecture.  Desks and chairs were moved, a projection screen extended (there was already one installed on the map-wall), and other adaptations.   The scraggy-looking professors lectured the 40 or so professors, instructors, and staff for about 2 and a half hours, advising them that the new "....line of attack against the established interests" is going to be the colour green, and the "Green Revolution".   They made it plain that protecting the planet, at all and any cost, would be the "New Viet Nam War", and that we were obliged to begin the indoctrination of our classes in the new "secular religion" of saving the planet.

     We shall forego the many details of this encounter.  It was not ended well, because back then even the liberal professors in the South had brains......and souls.  It was ended by people like my brother asking about the credentials of the "Doctors"....and it turned out that they were, actually Ph. D. level professors at Berkeley and other nearby institutions of higher learning in California.   They were also dedicated and self-identifying marxists, doing something similar to what we see the Mormon boys doing with their nice (but not-too-nice) bicycles and sedate religious information pamphlets and their quiet civility.   Except these professors from California were not "nice".  They were foul-mouthed, demanding, and even expected the LSU people to take up a collection for them and also take them out to supper at a place of their (the California professors') choice.

     We have had to change our freon from this to that type, and change out the antiperspirant spray propellant, stop eating whale meat, stop using styrofoam anything, and exactly 247 different life-style amending actions before we would be allowed to look at a picture of Jane Fonda with her North Vietnamese soldier's uniform and her personal anti-aircraft pod.

     We are tired of this demagoguery.  Free Enterprise and capitalism make things clean.  Christian stewardship of Creation cleans things up....Christians do bad things, but generally their old ethic was "cleanliness is next to Godliness".....In Mexico, where people practice Catholicism or some form of reasonable Protestantism, things are clean....but where there are people unbound by any ethic or proverbial prescription for life....it is a mess, where the motto is "Your land and the public areas are my land-fill."

     And yes there are businesses that take advantage of "....when nobody is looking" almost anywhere.   But the fact is the American messes are our messes, the Mexican messes are their messes, the Canadian messes are their messes.   And....in each of the three cases, each of the three entities cited have made significant to exemplary improvements to environmental conditions and pollution abatement.

Ixtaccihuatl (L) and Popocatepetl (R)

     Not long ago, in Mexico City, a girl and her husband were complaining about the smog, and several of us geezers ....(we were in the 7th floor restaurant / bar of the Majestic Hotel on the main plaza (Zocalo) of Mexico City) .....also taking in the impressive, classical images.   Seven or eight old geezers...American and Mexican....snorted and laughed a bit at the young girl's observation.  There was a pause, almost uncomfortable, until your humble servant spoke up to say, in Spanish, "Please forgive us, but we remember when the smog was so bad we could not see the distance of one block here at mid-day".

     Her man, I think they were on honeymoon, said, "You are not joking?"  To which I and all the old geezers sitting about, nodded with the the assurance of age and truth, "That is the way it was from 1969 through 2002," I assured them.  In those times, it was a rare when one could see the moon, stars, during the night or blue sky during the day.   But active LOCAL MEASURES finally rendered results.  And now, one can see from the Majestic's 7th floor facility, the famous peaks of Popocatepetl and Ixtaccihuatl....snow covered....glistening with almost patriotic zeal.  No international pact.  Just the clumsy, somewhat corrupt, substantially sincere, private and public effort to clean up and make things "nicer".

     These countries who jump onto this bogus wealth transfer system should be a bit ashamed of themselves.   They are insulting their own good works, as if they think that it might be easier just to let a blue-helmetted UN army come in and start running their countries and telling them what kind of toilet paper the people will use and what kind of beef they will be allowed to drink.

     Before long, should the Blue-helmets have their way, the entire world will look like Cuba and Venezuela...and frankly.....much of Russia.   The Hillarys and the "better" people will still have their little redoubts behind several hundred acres of forest, where their neighborhoods are protected from the hoi polloi by heavily armed gorillas and six layers of electronic sensors.   They can pollute, because they will have those who are willing to carry the chamber pots.

El Gringo Viejo
ps:   to the greenies, if you do not know the difference between an upward adiabatic rate and an isobar, then just....shut up....and go away.......

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