Mail arrives in my inbox all the time, telling me that by going to Mexico I have sold out, fled, abandoned the United States. I’m a coward and a traitor, just like Lord Haw Haw, and Kim Philby, and probably hate America more than Barack Obama does.
It is is irrational. They think that just because I went to Mexico, I left the US. They don’t understand. I didn’t leave the United States. It left me. It was a bait-and-switch operation. I signed on to one country, and they slipped another in under me. I want my money back.
In the country where I grew up, if you woke up and found a naked intruder headed for daughter’s bedroom with a Bowie knife and a hard-on, you shot him and arranged to have the rugs cleaned. The sheriff wasn’t greatly interested and the county prosecutor didn’t see anything to prosecute. The scum floating on the gene pool wasn’t a protected species. It wasn’t the driving engine of the culture. It was just scum.
Today you would be charged with the use of excessive force. The cadaver’s family would sue. They would end up with your house unless they just ran you broke with legal bills. The outcome would depend on the racial make-up of you, the intruder, and the jury. Your daughter would be married with grandchildren before the courts reached any conclusion.
Think I’m exaggerating? When I used to have the police beat for the Washington Times in the Yankee capital, the cops told me, dead serious, that if I ever shot an intruder, I should shoot him again to make sure: You can’t afford to have two stories, they said, especially if he’s black which, in Washington, was pretty much a foregone conclusion. They’ll hang you, said the cops.
In the country I grew up in, you got on an airplane by walking up these funny little steps with wheels on them. Then you sat down. That’s all you did. I know, I know: You don’t believe this. It’s true. You just walked on. Further, the stewardesses were not merely civil but — so help me — friendly and pretty. Flying was actually enjoyable. The seats were big enough that you didn’t sit with your knees beside your ears and your feet in your pockets.
Today, getting aboard is like going into max security at some ghastly penitentiary. I once flew a bit around the old Soviet Union, as distinct from our new one, on a junket. Security was less oppressive, though the food was marginally worse unless you liked green chicken. The service was just as peremptory.
Maybe that’s what I miss most about the Old Country. People were courteous. They could afford to be because everyone else was too. It’s hard to be pleasant when the odds are even that the next official you deal with will be an ill-mannered lout who knows he can get away with it.
I think people were courteous also because they lived in an agreeable country and were pretty happy with things. The new country seems angry — quietly so, not sure what to do about it, but looking for someone to hit.
Yet further still, in the Old Country they didn’t have these funny little Japanese cars with itsy-bitsy four-bangers. Nope. They had great virile monsters thirty feet long with eight huge cylinders like buckets. A dog could have slept in them. Sure, those rocket-barges were probably ridiculous and left a trail of parts that fell off because quality control wasn’t that great, but they were real cars. They embodied a spirit I liked. Today cars seem to be designed with hair-dressers in mind.
The Old Country music was vibrant, vigorous, much of it springing from the great black bluesmen of Mississippi and then Chicago, some of it from the mountains and from the jazz dens of the big cities. In the music of the new country, the whites whine and the blacks grunt angrily and the lyrics seem to have been written by a retarded computer. From Tampa Red to Eminem is a long way down.
In the country I signed on to, things worked on the principle of individual responsibility. If you robbed a bank, which people generally didn’t, everyone figured you did it because you decided to, and you went to jail and everyone was satisfied, except you, which was the idea. Most people knew how to behave, and did. It saved a lot on police departments and you could walk around at night.
In the new country of course everything is somebody else’s fault, unless you are a white male, in which case everything is your fault. Never mind that if it weren’t for white males everybody else would be living on low-hanging fruit and saying “ugga-wugga” because they couldn’t figure out how to make a big-block hemi to crash into things with. Or figure out how to make anything else.
In the Old Country, the government was pretty much benign or actually useful. It built roads and largely left you alone. The public schools were not great but neither were they terrible. People ran their own lives. The federal government tended to be somewhere else, which was a splendid place for it, and you mostly didn’t notice.
In the country that is now where America used to be, the government is the cause of most major problems instead of a solution, however inefficient, to a fair number of them. The government keeps you from educating your children, holds standards down, prevents you from hiring the best people you can find to work in your business. It won’t allow local jurisdictions to control crime, prevents localities from enforcing such moral standards as they see fit, virtually illegalizes the religion of most of the population, and generally won’t permit people to live as they like.
Now, I used to be fond of the United States. Granted, I wasn’t much of a patriot. The word nowadays seems to mean one who doesn’t so much love his country as to dislike other people’s. I figured live and let live. A lot of other countries struck me as fine places. But America was my favorite. It just suited me. I liked the people in their wild variety and the countryside and the music and the brash independence. It wasn’t perfect. Still, given the sorry baseline for comportment in human agglomerations, it was about as good as you could get.
I’m still fond of the United States. I just can’t find it.
in my opinion, it depends upon your point of view.
from the view of someone in the US, this sounds mean and not practical. wishing for the past , that will never return, is considered polyanish (sp).
from the point of view of an American who is an ex pat and living in another country where these things are not so manifestly in your face or subjugating, the article sounds about right.
the point that comes thru without him mentioning it, is that other countries seem much more like the old United States than the new United States is now. they do things differently down there, but once you acclimatize yourself and get over the grief inherent in having to learn a new way of doing things, it is not so bad, if not down right pleasant.
@artbyjoe,
Yep. The U.S. is now something I must go through to get from the Bahamas to Canada and back. I’d bypass it entirely if I could, but our winter clothes are in NY. It’s always a shock to see the degradation that’s progressed since the last visit.
Article makes no sense. I know the US of A is fucked up – but Mexico??? Now that’s really fucked up. Who the hell wants to live with those low life’s? Mega corruption, kidnapping, wholesale murders, drug cartels. Sounds like Fred went from the frying pan into the fire.
i think people should get around a little before they comment and show their ignorance.
Fred married a Mexican and that has been his fixation ever since……..
If Fred left his behind in Mexico it is not my problem.
Dutchman, you should travel more, or read more, before opining on things you clearly don’t know much about. Those things you mention are mostly confined to the northern states of mexico. You know, the ones who border the US. The further south you go, the better the people and the less crime. The reason you have all those problems isn’t simply the “drug cartels”. Mexico has an “america” problem more than a drug cartel problem. Those things exist in northern mexico because of America’s insatiable appetite for drugs, and the governments misguided “war on drugs”.
Gator, very well put.
@Gator: If you want to live in a true 3rd world country – go for it. I have no use for Mexicans / the Spanish language / Mexican pussy. Just don’t try to justify it.
If the shit ever hits the fan – you don’t want to be in Mexico.
If southern Mexico were so great, Mexicans could just move south within their own country and wouldn’t have to give up their own culture and language to come to the US.
Iska-which ones are giving up their language & culture?
I liked the article/no judgements on Fred’s marriage/new “home.”
It makes sense that there are lovely areas in the US and lovely areas
in Mexico as well.
The point may be the ever increasing corruption and our daily exposure
to crime, fraud, exploitation, and the tragedies we see…and know
will worsen…here/USA..home of the free. Not. So collectively we are anxious
and/or angry and even scared silly. This is what thinking people are suffering.
Even if one has a closet full of valuables, and a great paying job, and a loyal
spouse and great children…one is wary. What is that milky cloud-like crap in
the sky? Is the water safe? Why are we daily hearing about the millions and
billions given away to other political entities? We have to close our minds to
the pictures of shattered dead bodies and bombed out cities (happening today)
or we might lose our minds. We are encouraged to prepare for very hard times,
but on the other hand, threatened that if we have an extra can of beans gov.
agents will break our doors down. We may be patriots. The whole miasma
is fraught with threats, warnings and the hunt for taxes. Better watch out,
gov is recording every word…you may be disappeared one day. It really really
stinks. Meanwhile, O is stoking racial tension. Celebrities in the blk community
are calling for, “kill all the whites, that will be great.” How long would a list of
present outrageous shite have to be to note them all. A phone book worth?
So Fred? He speaks of the America that was/or seemed to be. He misses it.
He lives in Mexico. So what?
“If southern Mexico were so great, Mexicans could just move south within their own country and wouldn’t have to give up their own culture and language to come to the US.”
thats a dumb statement. The reason they move here is because they get handouts and can essentially live a higher standard of living hear sucking off the govt teet than they could working in any part of Mexico. In southern Mexico, there is no US taxpayer and government funded EVERYTHING handed to them if they move there and have a baby, that only applies if they come to the US. That is the very simple reason why they come here, instead of going to southern Mexico, even if it is “so great down there”
As far as the implication that they have to give up their language and culture coming up here any more than they do going to southern Mexico, thats gotta be a joke, right? If they were giving up their language I wouldn’t have to press 1 for english when I call an 800 number in America.
Southern Mexico is a place where people who either have a lot of money that can sustain them or are on a steady pension. It will go much further down there. Its not for everyone, and I don’t plan on moving there, but the notion that all of Mexico is a war torn third world country rife with drug runners and violence is a notion born of profound ignorance, and one which would not be held by anyone who has down even a tiny bit of research on the matter. One of my best friends family owns a bunch of property down there, and Ive seen pictures and heard stories from a guy who grew up down there. The picture painted by most Americans does not accurately reflect what its like down there. His white mother lives down there by herself and has no issues whatsoever with being harrassed, shook down, or attacked by the corrupt government/police, or drug cartels. Don’t like Mexico, don’t like Mexicans or their pussies, thats fine, don’t go there. Its an (allegedly) free country, but don’t opine on something you clearly know nothing about.
Virtually every first world nation has the same sees as described by Fred. It ALL stems from giving welfare monies away, and Tom taking that money at the barrel of a gun from the productive and giving it t parasites, AND allowing sad parasites to vote to do it.
It is going to end poorly.
I feel so guilty. Having done my American part to change Mexico from a paradise into a 3rd world shit hole. Damn America anyway it causes all the worlds problems.
Back when Fred moved, I emailed him through the LRC site and told him he was a runaway and might as well hush. He didn’t answer me, probably because he had to answer so many emails he just passed out.
Anyway, I don’t much blame him for moving to Mexico anymore. Mexican women are pretty, they mostly look like indins, which is OK with me. Mexicans can be good neighbors, and I hope old Fred has some gooduns.
I ain’t mad at him anymore. The older I get the better the past looks, even those days that were pure hell to get through. Fred is kinda eat up with that same kind of thinkin.
Hey Fred…35 years ago those American cars were pieces of crap in many ways. No warranty pal…drive it off the lot and it’s yours…problems and all. The only way you got something fixed for free was if the dealer was your pal .The Big 3’s attitude was if you want a car you’ll have to get it from one of us…so suck it !
Then the Japanese did something that whipped the American car makers asses..they started using Demming’s quality control methods. Their products were reliable and during the oil embargo etc…very fuel efficient . Detroit told Demming to piss off. They should have listened .
Mexico is still a crap hole. Those glorious places are found where folks have money. As my Hispanic grandfather said about Mexico “You are one of two things in Mexico…the cockroach or the foot ” .
I can’t speak for Mexico, but I used to live in Costa Rica for four years. While some parts of the country are third-worldish, some parts of the country are more modern then the United States. In addition, people definitely have more freedom then here and less of an entitlement mentality.
Dutch writes:
“Mega corruption, kidnapping, wholesale murders, drug cartels.”
? Are we talking about Mexico or Washington, DC… I’m confused.
QOTD:
“The scum floating on the gene pool wasn’t a protected species. It wasn’t the driving engine of the culture. It was just scum.”
Anonymous says: I think people should get around a little before they comment and show their ignorance.
1. I was looking around the office at Fort Clayton, excellent accommodations in comparison to the poor buildings at our base in Hondoland. Somebody bothered to write down old sarge’s words of inspiration: If you weren’t here, you’d be somewhere else.
2. I find a lot of folks swelled with pride about their current residence, Texans are the worst, followed by Arizonans and Georgians. Oh man, and don’t even try to date their sister, you’d think from their reaction that it was the last piece of poon in the world.
3. Guess what motherfucker, when you die you won’t be a glorious white guy from ‘Murica anymore. Dumb-ass.
EC- anon will be the glorious white guy no matter where he may be, just axe him. You need to watch the movie “Sleep Dealer” sometime, there is a clue from anon in the movie.
To the last syllable of recorded time,
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
Heh. Fred’s a young guy, compared to me. For me, the decline/degradation of the US is even worse than he has seen.
I’ve spent some four years living overseas, and travelled a good bit through some twenty countries. I’ve wandered the Lower 48 through some three dozen states.
By and large, generalizing, rural areas of the south, southwest and the Rocky Mountain region remain the closest to “old America”. Low voter-density areas receive the least attention from government.
El Coyote, Texans have a right to be proud. My folks go all the way back to Capt. Frels at San Jacinto. Bunch of farmers, ranchers, school teachers and engineers, down through the years. No “big deal” people, but honorable and respectable.
I’ve wound up in south Georgia. Lots of courtesy and politeness, here, and no black/white BS problems.
So, El Coyote, how many car motors have you overhauled? Ever set a lap record in car racing? Do you reload for your rifles and pistols? Can you run a backhoe, dozer, grader? Spread gravel from a dump truck? Fly a spam-can 172? Win at chess? Grade rare coins? Know how to spot counterfeit gold coins? Design a dam or major canal project? Survey? Ever built your own house, doing all the work after the basic box is dried in? Can you plow a straight furrow behind a horse?
I’ve done all that. Still, that’s not as important as when I show up someplace, people smile in welcome.
White guys, let’s all vote for Trump so we can send the illegals back to Mexico. Hasta la vista ,el coytoe
If I agree with him, does that mean I’m old?
Damn Desertrat, that’s a hell of a CV you’ve got there. I can do – or have done – most of it, but nothing like that! Never could get that straight furrow business down though.
I was lucky as a young’un, paddling along behind a bunch of can-do parents and grandparents. Then I figured that as a po’ boy, being a do-it-yourselfer meant keeping more money in my pocket. More money meant more fun stuff. I worked 8-5 for seventeen years, while doing coin shows, gun shows and shade-tree mechanics. Bought bits and pieces of land, cheap. Land prices went up faster than dollar buying-power went down.
I dunno. It all seemed either easy or fun. So, now in my dotage, I sit on my butt, sneering at government and hassling idiots. 🙂