Sunday 24 December 2017

A Bit of a glimpse into the ever more-distant past....

____________    On Facebook, where I check in with less frequency than before, there was a bit of a realistic discussion about being discipline for having spoken Spanish on campus, or worse, in the classrooms during the days that my brothers and I attended McAllen public schools.  Actually the rule was also enforced even in the Catholic schools and the few other church-associated schools in the area.     There was a bit of grousing about it, but most, even the Latin folks who went through the drill in those years, declared that it was probably for the better.  One fellow chimed in during the conversation, declaring that he had been punished for speaking Spanish, even though he was an Anglo in a Roman Catholic school (a very fine school, at that).    The other contributors seemed surprised at that, not quite disbelieving, but truly surprised.  But, it was a true fact.  I decided to contribute a bit of my own experience to the affair, in that I had been sent to "the Anglo school (David Crockett Elementary)" on the furthest northern extremity of the City of McAllen.  This was due to the fact that we lived "way out" to the north of town, but well within the McAllen Independent School District.   We were "farm people", deeply involved in the citrus orchard care business, the citrus business itself, and the raising of cotton and certain seasonal vegetables.     This writer waded in to essentially inform the Latin group that the individual stating that he, an Anglo, was disciplined for speaking Spanish was a true story.  Certainly throughout the Lower Rio Grande Valley, all or almost all schools had that same rule, up to around 1967.   It is hard for our "Winter Texans" to believe now that McAllen, and Hidalgo County was primarily "Anglo" (actually meaning anyone whose first language was English, and who had no Latin lineage).  The ratio of Anglo to Latin was about 3 to 1 when I was born in 1947.   Almost all the Latins were either colonial Spanish or refugees from the Maximilian - Republican war period (1867), the post-Revolutionary period and the later Cristero War during the 'teens through the mid-1920s.     There were substantial changes in the composition of the demographics of South Texas during the l967 - 1990 period.  The ethnic ratios now are about 10% Anglo and 89% Latin of some sort or another.   The other one per cent would be people who identify as being of Black African ancestry or Japanese / Chinese  origin.   There is considerable Latin / Anglo intermarriage...the off-spring calling themselves "Hispanglo"or  "Anglexican" in good humour.______________     So, we waded in with our own story and the basis for the point of view that we might have due to our historical perspective.  To wit:Elvia Alcazar Diaz We went to Sam Houston Elementary. We learned Spanish from my grandfather who lived on 17 1/2 street just block and a half from the school.
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Orlando Caballero I know a Mexican American family that is this way now. Great for teaching the kids Spanish and for when mom and dad need to say something.
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Orlando Caballero 1709 Mobile Ave. Little corner house. Has been rebuilt several times but still in the family. My grandpa was Severo Caballero.
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David Christian Newton I was paddled at David Crockett when a young girl was brought into the class....all of us we little Gringitos in the 1st grade, about half of us were rural (Including your humble servant). The little girl (very cute) was reluctant to speak or engage. and we were scratching our heads a bit...(perhaps she did not like us). At recess three of us, two boys and a girl from the farms to the north of McAllen, spoke to the girl, Magdalena, and she said, very shyly, "....pues. es que no puedo hablar americano, solamente espanol." We were so dumb that we told Mrs. DeWeese, (a classical old battle ax) that we had spoken to the little Mexican girl and she said she could not speak English, and that she is not mad at us." We thought we had really done our good deed. But no...Mrs. Battle Ax dragged us down, literally alternating ears to pull, and threw us on the mercy of Mrs. Queen, the principal. She invited Mrs. DeWeese to return to her classroom, and assured her that the matter would be resolved. We went into the principal's office one-by-one, each of us dreading the three humiliating strokes. The principal's secretary went in to serve as a "witness". Mrs. Queen took the paddle and whacked her desk-top somewhat deliberately, and hard enough to sound at lease something like a swat. I was first, Bruce King was second, and Suzy Quentin (?) was last. Mrs. Queen told us that if we divulged (told) any of the students that we had not been paddled, that she then would paddle us for that. It was a different time. But remember...everyone who was of Mexican / Spanish origin who went through that procedure, learned well and quickly how to speak English...frequently better than some Angloids whose native tongue is English. My exposure from infancy to scores of Mexican workers....Tarascan Indians from Guanajuato, and white Mexicans from the Monterrey - Allende - Montemorelos - General Teran citrus and industrial areas....all pushed me to learn to speak with them on their terms. It was, of course, one of my eldest brother's and my greatest gift from those industrious, honest, and compliant men who always returned back to work with my father, and Mr. Niece and Mr. Alpers and Mr. Schroeder. My mother and father, in their grove-care business and other farming activities employed over 1,100 Mexicans during the bracero programme, and we also had men who were "tourists". When they went back home for whatever reason, they always refused their money, telling my father to send the money, "por Telegrafos". And, the addresses very frequently were "Domicilio Conocido", Yurriria, Guanajuato (or similar). At times in the early 1950s, my father and/or my mother and I would go over to Reynosa to the Telegrafos and send, at times 2,000 or more dollars to eight or nine different addresses...and the money always arrived.
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What was the workers' reason of wanting their money transferred? Because they might spend it, or because they might get robbed?

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David Christian Newton (Apparently my response last night did not "stick".) One reason was because the workers did not like having to show how much cash money or certified checks they had when crossing back into Reynosa to find a bus to the west and south. The Aduana officials would take 10% of their total funds, ostensibly to pay as a required, legal contribution to the returnee's Instituto Mexicano de Seguro Social - IMSS. That, as you know is Mexico's socialised, or public, health system. It also has a bit of a pension element as well. But even more than that, they were concerned about falling prey to seductresses, gambling schemes and gamblers on the bus, train, or at the bars or restaurants along the way, and being cheated or fooled out of their truly hard-earned lucre. Finally, however, their main concern was being held up or just plain robbed by force or otherwise by highwaymen or professional thieves. My parents would give the men a small amount for meals and for the better class of bus transportation, perhaps 100 pesos. It seems so little now, but even as recently as 1963, I remember going to Miquel Aleman, for instance, to a nice little diner across the main street from what passed for a Plaza Mayor there. There I could order a decent, small hamburger (very good, tasty, and well presented), and a small Coke. I would pay with a one peso slightly silver coin, and receive one of those huge 20 centavo coppers in change. I would leave that coin for the waitress. One peso....$0.08 American cents. In the year of our Lord, 1963.
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    We decided to publish some of these stream of consciousness exchanges and experiences, partially because various people have suggested that we compile and circulate these remembrances, and partially because I am old enough now to really not be constrained by reactions people might have concerning my attitudes, beliefs, and experiences.

More later.  As always we are profoundly honoured at the attention and time that our readers invest with us.
El Gringo Viejo
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Friday 22 December 2017

All Republicans and rightwingers say...think....do.... (Let us celebrate this significant moment of political success) (amended with typing corrections 23 December 2017)

Whooopeeee!!!  Last one into the lake is a Hippopotamus's Uncle.
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    We are frequently humoured by the proclivity of the sophisticated class including the weather / climate alarmists, and the social justice sages, the Che T-shirt crowd, and Hollywood elites to lump  their "enemies" into the Group of Lost Souls.

   The Classical Liberal as well as all Confederate Republican (not klanner), any self-described conservative, conservative-libertarian Republican, or Log Cabin type Republican, or Country Club Republican, or Moderate Republican, or traditionalist, Evangelical, or other form of religious Republican...ad infinitum... are to be squashed into pickle barrel and brined.

   Those who are sealed in and survive must be prepared for transhipment to Auschwitz or a Siberian Gulag.  That group is presented almost always, by the Obsolete Media and Hollywood as the retro-neanderthal, war-monger, and of course, incurably racist.

     The Democrat Ghouls on Capitol Hill are even more strident.  Elijah Cummings, Nancy Pelosi, Algae Hastings (convicted felon extraordinaire and yet later elected and allowed to sit in the Lower Chamber as if he were a human being and not a criminal slug) and almost the entire Congressional choir and acolyte corps  (no, Barry, not corpse), seem to become more hysterically irrational the more hysterically irrational they become.  Pocahontas, Bernie...very much appear to be increasingly devoid of any reason whatsoever.

   Why does Pocahontas not return her salary earned under the false pretence of being a "real, live Injun?"   Why does Crazy Bernie rail-on about the unjustifiably financially endowed, when he lives in a mansion?  It is all very confusing.


How many yachts do billionaires need? How many cars do they need? Give us a break. You can't have it all!
(Famous quote from the depths of Uncle Bernie's mind)
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Bernie's Hideaway - 
  
    Of course, Bernie buys a $575,000 home, apparently in cash, three weeks after endorsing (Sir Edmund) Hillary Corkscrew after the Democrat national convention in 2016.
   "Movin' on up, Bernie?" one might ask.  Or perhaps it was just that his other two homes were not quite enough.

     And of course, we are waiting for the notification from I'marealinjun.com, the certifying agency for people who falsely declare American Indian ancestry, concerning Pocahontas.  Several cultural anthropologists have suggested that she does appear to be from the Indian Nation of Scandinavia, long noted for its people of American Indian ancestry.  Or not.


    Our side of the aisle does not need to apoligise for insensitivity.  We far exceed the "socially concerned class" and the "consumer class" in terms of social volunteer service and private, charitable financial support for man and beast alike.   With that considered, I still implore the Almighty that He disregard my arrogance and glee about the resolution of the Tax Adjustment matter recently closed in Washington, District of Colombia.

     We hope that that the rank and file take note.   Allow me to state again that there are various types, colours, sizes, and temperaments of Elephants now and in this matter of tax adjustments and the 
abolition of the national socialist nightmare of Obamacare.  But we all came to the trough, in one manner or the other.

     We must admit, save for 12 jerks who say they are Republicans in the Lower House (who voted with the Democrats on 20 December 2017), all the Republicans finally...finally...amalgamated around the necessity for America to have the pleasure to witness an Elephant Stampede.   In making this observation, El Gringo Viejo is confessedly admitting to the fact that all the above-mentioned factions of the Republican Party finally unified, as in the soldering of a broken axle, and stuffed the Social Justice Warriors and socialist ghouls a little deeper into the dust-bin of history.

     Among those hypocrites who were quick to speak out against the resolve of those who want the populace to control, each his/her own funds and future was the estimable Alcee Hastings, convicted felon, removed from the federal bench in shame for having received substantial bribes to put his thumb on the scales of justice.
     In fact, his conviction was overturned, but later it was demonstrated by a judicial review, that Hastings had lied under oath even in the matter of his appeal, as well as his trial.   To wit:



Chronology:

August 28, 1979
President Jimmy Carter appointed Alcee Hastings to the Florida federal bench, making him Florida's first African-American federal judge.
February 4, 1983
Judge Hastings was acquitted in the criminal trial for perjury and bribery.
March 1983
A month after Hastings' acquittal, two U.S. District Court judges filed a complaint against Hastings under the 1980 Judicial Councils Reform and Judicial Conduct and Disability Act (PL 96-458), accusing the judge of fabricating his defense.
August 25, 1986
Hastings tried but failed to block federal judiciary from making a formal recommendation to Congress.
September 2, 1986
The 11th U.S. Circuit Court of Appeals in Atlanta voted to recommend impeachment to the House, despite the fact that Hastings was acquitted in his criminal trial.
September 3, 1986
Recommendation of Circuit Court forwarded to U.S. Judicial Conference.
January 16, 1987
Hastings petitioned Congress to terminate the judicial investigation and to repeal PL 96-458, which provided the legal basis for the investigation. The Senate referred the petition to the Judiciary Committee.
March 17, 1987
Subsequent investigation of Hastings'
actions led the panel of 11th Circuit Court judges to conclude that Hastings had lied during the trial and was guilty of perjury and bribery, and that he had fabricated his defense.  The 27-judge panel certified that Hastings had "engaged in conduct which might constitute grounds for impeachment," and recommended impeachment to the House of Representatives (unanimous vote).
April 18, 1988
U.S. Supreme Court rejected Hastings attempt to invalidate the Judicial Councils Reform and Judicial Conduct and Disability Act.
May 18, 1988
House Judiciary Subcommittee on Criminal Justice began investigating charges against Hastings.
July 7, 1988
House Judiciary Subcommittee on Criminal Justice voted 7 to 0 in favor of impeachment.
July 26, 1988
House Judiciary Committee voted 32 to 1 to approve 15 articles of impeachment, and approved 2 other articles by voice vote.
August 3, 1988
House of Representatives voted 413 to 3 to approve 17 articles of impeachment.
August 9, 1988
House of Representatives formally presented impeachment resolution to the Senate.
January 26, 1989
Senate Rules Committee heard arguments from House Managers and Hastings' attorneys on how to conduct impeachment trial. Defense attorneys also asked that Hastings be allowed use of Senate funds in his defense.
March 15, 1989
Senate began impeachment proceedings. Hastings appeared before the Senate, asking that the articles be dismissed, claiming a second trial would amount to "double jeopardy."
March 16, 1989
After a two-hour closed session, the Senate rejected Hastings' motion for dismissal by 92 to 1 vote. (Senator Howard Metzenbaum later stated that he believed Hastings had already been tried and a further trial was not warranted and violated protections against "double jeopardy.")
March 16, 1989
Senate passed S. Res. 38, creating a 12-member Senate Impeachment Trial Committee.
April 12-13, 1989
Senate Trial Committee deliberated in closed session.
May 18, 1989
Senate Trial Committee rejected Hastings' request for Senate funding of his defense.
July 05, 1989
Judge Gerhard A. Gessell dismissed Hastings' complaint that he would not receive fair trial unless the full Senate heard all evidence and testimony.
July 10, 1989
Senate Trial Committee began hearing evidence, a process that continued until August 3, 1989.
October 2, 1989
Senate Trial Committee presented its report to the Senate.
October 2, 1989
Senate Trial Committee presented its report to the Senate.
October 18, 1989
Case came before the full Senate. Hastings, on the Senate floor, spoke in his own defense.
October 19, 1989
Senate deliberated in closed session.
October 20, 1989
Senate voted on 11 articles of impeachment, convicting Hastings on 8 articles, with 2 articles falling short of the necessary two-thirds majority for conviction, and a third article receiving a 95 to 0 vote for not guilty. The president pro tempore of the Senate ordered Hastings removed from office.

Closed Sessions:
Trial Committee:
April 12 and 13, 1989
Full Senate:
March 16, 1989 (2 hours)
October 19, 1989, 2:05 p.m. to 9:20 p.m.
(It is necessary to point out that at this time the Democrat party controlled both House and Senate.  That fact will give the reader some notion about the level of egregiousness Hastings committed.) 
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    We shall refrain from commenting about (Sir Edmund) Hillary Corkscrew' brother   being sued by a group of Red Chinese investors due to his and Terry McAauliff's stiffing them in a fraudulent investment scheme.   It is certain that all the people must be very proud that Terry (ex-governor of Virginia), and the oft-convicted and legally chastised brother of the estimable (Sir Edmund) Hillary Corkscrew.   We remember when this fine example of rotted nepotism, a true felon in his own right, was appointed to a position of share-holder in a Haitian gold mining deal after the Haitian earthquake.   His total lack of knowledge of procedures associated with mining and processing gold, combined with his social record, are certain qualifiers for an executive position in such an enterprise.  (Oy Veh!)

A lot of fruit falls very close to an open sewer.  I think that's the way the saying goes.

EL GRINGO VIEJO
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Sunday 17 December 2017

Trials, Tribulations, and Triumphs - quite an episode

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     We  have just returned from our little place in the middle of nowhere Mexico, after a couple of weeks stay.   It was generally uneventful, except for a couple of occurrences.   Most of El Gringo Viejo's time is taken up by letting three obstinate but appreciative female cats (all 15 years old) in and out, each at a different time (usually), feeding them (each in her own special place), by putting the crunchy cat food and kitty-candy on the tile floor between the pantry and the kitchen. 
     At times they all eat together, in an autistic sense, actively ignoring one another.  Most of the time, each eats alone.   The two sisters seem to communicate almost continuously.  The calico is the odd girl out.

    Our all-black mongrel hound is deferential to the cats, and seems to appreciate them going down to the Rio Corona on our almost daily walks.   That dog is joined by one who is now the only Rhodesian Lion Hound of several who have "worked" at the neighbouring property, the Hacienda de la Vega.

We include this email as an example of the "briefing" we passed around to family and associates yesterday:


Hello to one and all,


     We returned through the rain yesterday after being down at our place in Nowhere, Mexico.  The first couple of days was fairly tolerable, but the bottom fell out at the end of the first weekend, and continued to become more problematic as the days went by.

snow-5
A portion of the several-score miles of
traffic, stalled on the expressway
between Mexico City and the
Saltillo, Monterrey, and
Texas destinations

The main problem was, lamentably, the weather.   Three or four normal days were replaced by the demands of a steadily falling thermometer that finally fell into the 30s, Fahrenheit.  That continued for the better part of 6 days, without abating.   Finally during the latter part
 of the episode, freezing precipitation began, usually during the night.

  While being, admittedly, a sporadic thing, the spates of sleet pinging on the roof of our little covered parking space, and the swirl of snowflakes and actual clumps of snow would
 bedevil the onlooker three or four times every hour.   Usually the episodes would last
 for a minute and up to five minutes.  Please take note of the of ice which froze
 overnight, below.It drew my attention when I literally saw a Confederate
 Warbler "walk on water" as he crossed the bowl.  I then found
 a silver serving spoon and placed it so as to demonstrate to
 our friends and family that the bird was not
 an angel or saint. 

    The temperature flirted with 32 degrees frequently, until the end of the rainy-snowy part of Old Man Winter's visit.   On the last night, of course, everything cleared off to leave a
 celestial that even I have never seen excelled.   The stars and the Milky Way were
 truly almost within reach.   It was fairly obvious that we were in a frosty
 morn,or worse, a damaging freeze.   My water heater had lost its pilot
 light due to the strong winds, but it responded immediately to my
 efforts to "reboot" at 03:00 a.m. on Monday morning,
 if I recall correctly.

Frozen water in the aluminum drip
bowl that "feeds" our bird pond
below.   The serving spoon is
silver, being used to show
that the water truly was
frozen solid.
   Another great benefit during this event was that the electricity never wavered, cut out, or backed down at any time.   With the cold (breaking records in some locales nearby) being so intense, and with the three days of winds ranging from 15 to 50 miles per hour  for much of the period, we still never lost power.

     Points just to the northwest of us, for instance, had very heavy snow and sleet events.  The event finally closed the main central highway  connecting Mexico City to Saltillo,
 Monterrey, and Texas. The main choke point was the Pass of Buena Vista where
 one of the major battles of the Mexican - American War was
fought back in 1847.

    Suffice to say that the closure of Highway 57 (pictured above)caused essentially an 80 mile "traffic dead zone" where several thousand vehicles were trapped for as much
 as 36 hours.  Some snow totals exceeded 30 inches.
  Sleet was also common.

The crowning event, perhaps, was in my catching up with my Consuegro John, by having a "physical injury incident".   He has had about three relatively serious brushes with things
 that could have had a lot more than just "serious brushes".   I finally caught up a little
 by returning from the Rio Corona and a brief overlook of the property of our
 neighbour late Tuesday.  As I approached the porton (swinging entrance
 gate), my two canine friends were "assaulted" by three unknown dogs.
   One of my canine "friends" is a Rhodesian who is a little "of age",
 and who actually "belongs" to the Hacienda de la Vega.But,
 he prefers our precincts when that owner is absent.

The three "visitors" looked like unkempt ruffians, and they put on a fairly threatening show.  Prieto, my dog, and Terco, the Rhodesian, barked and growled and put up a good
 return show.   The problem began when I turned to open the latchet of the gate,
 at the very second that Prieto (Blackie) stepped on my plastic "chancla" heel,
 freezing my forward progress for a fraction of a second, and causing 
me to fall head and shoulders first into the steel gate.
   I suffered a fairly significant gash to the left side
 of my forehead.

It bled profusely.  I used a roll and a half of toilet paper while trying to stop the bleeding, and then set about cleaning up the disgusting bloody mess.  Co-lateral damage included
 badly, but superficially bruised elbows, knees, and left collar bone.
   It was a set of disorders that should have made any hypochondriac
 proud.  I called our neighbour and had him call our
 Mayordomo, Alvaro to come and attend to El Gringo
 Viejo.   It took me about three days to be certain
 that I could drive back to the promised land.

On a more positive note, the Ejido Francisco I. Madero formed a Committee of Sanitation of Public Places.   During my first pass down to the Rio Corona on this particular jaunt,
 it surprised me to note that the entire area adjacent to the Rio where there is a
 large area of access had been cleaned to a stunning degree.  The people
 had even gone into where the bramble starts some 20 to 40 feet back
 from the Rio and clean meticulously under, over, and around the 
wild shrubbery, extracting all nature of junk, garbage,
 and disgusting things.
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Fifteen years ago, that stretch was essentially a public garbage and litter dump (unofficially).   Alvaro and I went and gradually restored the most accessible parts to some
 semblance of presentability and sanitation. We continued,
 singly and in tandem, to go down
 and "police the area".

But this work was done like someone trying to establish something really impressive and almost totally thorough.  The "cleaning crew" was composed of teenagers
 and family heads (about 30 people) who volunteered from the Baptist
 Church and the Roman Catholic Church, both almost within
 a stone's throw of the Quinta.  Their work was
 almost military grade.



More later.  Some of the above will appear in the blog and on Facebook.
DCN I
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Sunday 3 December 2017

100,000,000 Yankee dollars for Social Justice? Puh - leeze

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What if they gave a football game, and almost nobody came?
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     The idea that the National Football League would take money that fans have paid into the coffers so as to placate a large swath of spoiled, arrogant millionaires infuriates this observer.  The shill job that has been pulled off, taking money out of the support for profit, wages, retirements, stadium maintenance, etc. in order to go out to purchase "social justice" is well within the range of what a reasonable person would call stupidly insane.

     The reason there is the inane call for social justice is because there is a massive well, of immeasurable depth, that has been dug by "social reformers" and liberal, caring, kinder, and gentler people who have purposefully set out to enslave certain sectors of the population in the ghoulish web of public assistance.

     When billions and trillions of dollars are dumped upon a special and specific group over a period of 50 years via the instruments of largesse with titles such as AFDC (aid to families with dependent children), SNAP (free food for fat people), Section 8 - Housing and Urban Development  - free homes and apartments, "free" school and school meals....sometimes even when school is not in session....and on and on...one can be assured that the porpoises will not go hunting fish..   They will follow the shrimp boats and tuna trawlers into port for the free carrion the crew throws to them.
     We have stated this many times in this blog.  The percentage of babies born to women of Black African Ancestry in 1950 who were miracle babies was 7%.   After many, many years the liberal, marxist, socialist, social engineering supposedly designed to "help" people, the overall Negro situation in the United States has deteriorated precipitously.
     We are instructed that we must use this or that term or phrase, we are instructed that we must accommodate this or that perversity or self-destructive activity, we are told that marijuana is a minor offence and that it actually does a body good.   We are told that our third grade children need to come to grips with their inner homosexuality.  We are told that there is no right to religious expression unless it has been approved by Big Brother.  We are ordered to remove monuments that for years have caused reflection, adjustment, understanding, and continuity.

     In the meantime, horrid jokes such as "What is the most confusing day in the 'hood?" the listener says, "I don't know."   The jokester informs, "Father's Day!!"   hahahahahaha! -  The problem?  There is nothing truly funny about it.   

     The problem is that it is truly not funny.  It is real.  It is sad.  It is tragic.  As a Southerner and Texian, it is not anything near humorous.   It is a disaster.  It is worse than slavery.  It is the ruin of a noble people.
     It was a premeditated plan among the "progressives" to develop at least one body of people, if not several, who could be herded into corrals of commonality and isolated in even a more brutal manner than legalised and enforced segregation.   The methodical provision for support of offspring without benefit of a resident, permanent paternity would be the "progressives" sociological weapon of choice.   That weapon has been very effective during especially the past forty years.
     Those years, almost scripted by Saul Alinsky in his book, Rules for Radicals, saw the dis-integrationi of American society and culture to a level that exceeds any other period in our episode as an independent nation.   It is well noted that we had slavery, child labour, segregation, reservations, ghettos, and large groupings of somewhat isolated ethnicities, including the Spanish /  Mexican, the German, the Irish, the Italian, and even the Czech, Poles, and various Nordic groups.  But to paint a correct picture of how poorly our social structure has fared after we decided that poor people needed to be "helped" by the distribution of unearned largess from a distant and corrupt, entrenched government please consider this:

     Much is made of the horrid, stupid cartel wars in Mexico (and several other countries to the south of Mexico).  It is a terrible business that directly or indirectly affects a nation of some 125 million inhabitants.   Various estimates suggest that as many as 100, 000 people have been killed in  the past 12 years due to inter-cartel and inter-gang violence in Mexico.  My own estimates are somewhat, or even significantly less than that convenient number, but the number by any count is staggering.
     What is amazing, however, is that when we consider that the population of the United States is around 320,000,000,  and some 30,000,000 of that number consider themselves or can be counted as what is styled "African American".  At this time, we are very close to the point where one can assume safely that 75 per cent of those considering themselves as primarily of Black African ancestry have never known of a continuing responsible male family leader, or what could be called a "father in and of the place".
     This inevitably leads to a social disorganisation that can only be described as "Law of the Jungle" for a vast majority of people of said ancestry.   The figures are dismaying for the other general cohorts of the population as well, with social disorganisation affecting large percentages of the Angloid and Latin populations.
     Now, going back to the almost impossible to comprehend number of dead in the Mexican cartel and gang wars, one must stagger to a place of support when he / she realises that 30,000,000 people (not all directly or indirectly involved) over the last 12 years have managed to suffer unto themselves, and others of different races / ethnicities, an almost equivalent number of dead as 125, 000, 000 or so Mexicans have managed to kill of themselves.
     In each case, the numbers include un-involved innocents, sometimes children of single digit age.   But what is staggering is that a population of 30,000,000 can equivilate the killing in such a crass and unconcerned manner that 125,000,000 people have to struggle to accomplish in terms of murderous violence.

     Finally...now...we suggest that the causes of violence, social regression, stagnation, deterioration of the culture, "poverty", discrimination, and all those other weights dragging down the people of Black African ancestry is not the lack of spending money for, at, with, and to the "Poor".    Another 100,000,000 US dollars spent as a blackmail - extortion - shakedown by "African American Leaders" will not significantly impact the causative influences that retard the progress of Americans who are drawn from the Black African race.
     For a gaggle of showboating millionaires to put on such a hypocritical, showboating, juvenile, and classless display as "taking a knee"...and for a bunch of showboating team-owners to strut around now, as if they are really doing something to increase paternity and seriousness of study and industry among Black-African ancestried American...simply tries the patience of the reasonable observer well beyond the breaking point.


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We that one and all for the attention and patience rendered.
El Gringo Viejo
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Friday 1 December 2017

The Irene Garza Matter - The Days McAllen, Texas Suffered - The trial of the murderer of Irene Garza begins.

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IRENE GARZA
QUE EN PAZ DESCANSES,

por   fin
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      There shall never be enough justice for Irene....she was a complicated, very competent, beautiful, very very intelligent girl (I am 70 and can say "girl" and "boy" if I wish). I knew her from a very far distance. My eldest brother Milton (Chico) knew her as a classmate, a fellow member of the McHI marching and stage band, of the Thespian Club, and other school groups.

Dr. Milton Birchard Newton Ph.d
with daughter Helen, around
1969, more or less.

Helen is the Niece of El Gringo
Viejo and his boss, Diana.
    My mother, and Mrs. Lucille Hendricks, and Mrs. Helene Kreigh, heard the news and were crushed....it was time for the dark glasses, literally. They went to render their sympathy and solidarity. The Garzas were almost like zombies, as were we all.

  The Butch Chastain death (1957), the deaths of Pat Higgins and Dickie Reynolds in the wreck on the levee bridge south of town (1959), and the the Irene thing (1960), it was as if there was a horrid black cloud hanging over the City of Palms.

   I remember to this day when a gaggle of beautiful Latin girls came out to our place...on what is now on Nolana...about 100 yards east from 336 (10th Street). They were in an Oldsmobile Convertible...and completely made-up, flounced, and petticoated..coiffed and correct...giggling and so forth, and they wanted to see my brother Milton.

     That, as a child of 6 or 7 years, was as close as I ever came to that remarkable young woman. I was the one the girls sent to find my brother. He came out in Wellingtons, dirty Levis, and a T-shirt and a farmer's straw hat. You can imagine how he might have reacted, but he waded bravely in and entertained the "girls". He was just turned 17 years of age at that time.

     They spent about an hour at the house, (probably much more, but I truly do not wish to exaggerate to any degree) because they checked out our canal and bamboo stands.  That being the case it must have been a Saturday.  I remember that Irene sat on the far right side of the rear-seat of the Oldsmobile, and she did all (or most) of the talking.  She was easily recognisable, because she was the drum major of the McHI Varsity Band...everyone knew her and her very noble family.

    I probably looked like a typical rural hick, barefooted, mouth agape at the presence of these Spanish / Mexican princesses, especially Irene who was very, very much a Local Star. My mother received the girls with some quickly (home-made) iced lemonade, and our governess (or maid if you wish) was very aloof towards the younger girls because she knew that they were violating...or edging towards violating...certain social norms.

  So Guadalupe Gonzalez, Otomi' Indian from Cholula, Puebla had the opportunity to "raise her nose" and be curt with the "privileged, white, Latin girls", but she attended them well, as did my mother (Guadalupe Gonzalez is her own story, perhaps soon we can write about her). Milton spun some tales...probably true tales...I feel as though it was during the cotton harvest time. All of the girls looked like angels and smelled like Heaven.

    Little did we know, that by the time 7 more years would pass, McAllen would be in emotional ruin and Irene would be in Heaven...because of that bastard Fiet.

    Hell hath no cellar deep enough.


El Gringo Viejo
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