Diary and Commentary

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Four-hundred and forty years after its founding was the year when I first pulled into Antigua, Guatemala. There was war in the hills in those days---a war both civil and genocidal. There were soldiers all about, a reasonable deployment since the communist guerrillas prowled nearby and were quite the nuisance. But not as much a nuisance as the army. This body, especially its elite Kabiles, was responsible for at least 100,000 deaths among the indigenous Mayan population. Another 100,000 fled to camps in Mexico. This war against the communists and the government was all-out, and as usual in such events the government won. One of the slogans of the time was


Para eliminar la rabia,

hay que matar el perro.


The rabies being communism of course. While busy eliminating all that rabies the army also eliminated some of  the seas in which the communists swam, the hundreds of indigenous Maya villages that dot the entire countryside of this country. This was classic counter-insurgency warfare, though a particularly crude and brutal form of it. (Is there a kinder and gentler form?) Like the failed communist uprisings in a host of Latin American nations, the Guatemalan version left in its sad wake poverty, corruption, economic dislocation and a habit of violence both personal and political.


During the war there were few foreigners in Antigua for obvious reasons. Streets were quiet, restaurants were small and empty and there were only three Spanish language schools. Twenty years later Antigua is a Guatemalan version of Cuzco. Restaurants are myriad and with varied cuisines, travel agencies abound, there are 27 language schools and internet is ubiquitous. The town in chock-full of foreigners who bring with them lots and lots of cash and freely spend it. This has caused sort of a boom here that has affected---as far as I can see---all economic classes. (Good lord, there is even  a McDonalds and a Burger King---though by law all structures must conform to the building style prevalent here for 400 years. So no ´golden arches´.)


Compared to Antigua Guatemala City is a sight right out of Dante: dirty, noisy, polluted, crowded, congested, violent---in short, it is what every third world capital city is. I had to visit the place today to get some topographical maps of the jungle regions of the Peten. A true nightmare it was, and it caused me to wonder why anyone would live there. The answer is obvious: they have to. Not every place in Guatemala can be as Antigua, and not every place in Peru can be as Cuzco. Antigua is no arcadia, as with the disappearance of the army after the civil war armed thugs have entered the Guatemalan political scene scene in force. They have wreaked some havoc around Antigua and in Tikal---wherever tourists are in fact. (But Antigua is no doubt more peaceful than Washington DC.) I almost miss the soldiers on every street corner.


(A similar problem has existed in Peru since the end of the civil war there. Armed men periodically raid tourist areas and cause mayhem---that is where the money is, after all. Both the Peruvian and Guatemalan governments have responded by training and placing several legions of tourist police all over the tourist areas. Neither government can afford the huge loss of hard currency that a flight of tourists would cause. The bandits do not just go away of course. They merely change locales. Para eliminar la rabia...)


I will do my best to avoid another descent into the netherlands of the capital. My transportation for the jungle leaves from here---another welcome change, as formerly one had to get a bus to the capital, a taxi to the bus station, and then try and bargain for a seat on the next bus to the Peten.


I have no idea of the internet situation in the Peten, so I might not be able to post until my return around January 15 or so. Both Christmas and New Year will be spent in my tent, a tradition I have kept for almost one decade straight.


Just for fun do a google search for `Laguna del Tigre´, `Dos Lagunas´, `Nakum´ , ´el Mirador´ and `Yaxha´. I will be somewhere around these places having a fun time. Pray for me. It´s a jungle out there.






Not Quite Green Hell

It was my third day in that damn swamp. I kept one hand on my machete to ward off crocodiles. The other hand clutched my al-Mar knife with its eight-inch blade. My eyes were scanning both the water and the shore in case any beady-eyed crocodile or wandering puma got any ideas. All the while mosquitoes fed with a wild abandon as the sweat dribbled into my eyes and down my face...

OK, it was not that bad, but there was an ocean of mud. And rivers of rain. And hordes of mosquitoes. And there was a wandering puma that devoured an unlucky Guatemalan worker---but see below. It seems I miscalculated the rainy season, which was in full force while I walked alone for five days among obscure Mayan ruins. So all was wet and muddy and bug-ridden. I was lost somewhere in the vicinity of Tikal, and using my compass and machete---always at hand, you see---I had to cut across some wild country for hours and across a croc-infested lagoon as well. And I picked up a few ticks. But still it was, well, fun. (Yeah, I have an odd sense of what constitutes fun.)

At all times I was followed by monkeys. I hate them; I despise them; I loathe them. If they were not part of God`s Creation (and if I were not a Christian) I would slaughter every one of those damn things on sight. I would look right in their simian eyes as I choked the life out of their disgusting bodies. It would give me great pleasure to do so. Without any doubt they are the filthiest beasts on earth.

There were cat tracks everywhere but I saw none of the beasts. Neither did the fellow below.

Lions and Tigers No Bears

Tyger Tyger burning bright,
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye,
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

---William Blake (1757 - 1827)

It seemed a day like any other. Pedro (not his real name) awoke in darkness, slipped on his rubber boots and prepared his breakfast of tortillas and beans. Soon he left the jungle camp where he worked. But this time he was not heading off into the bush to collect xate. Today he was heading to Uaxactun, an all-day walk through the jungle on an obscure trail. He would spend a day with his family and then return to the xate camp. He never made it, for it was his last day on earth.

Four hours away his killer awaited him. On ´dread feet` he padded his way through the bush, eyes wide open, searching. On this day his hunt would be a successful one.

At ten that morning Pedro was approaching the limits of Tikal National Park. The killer heard his steps, and followed.

What happened next can be peaced together from the scatered bits of skeleton found three weeks after Pedro was killed.

The cat took him from behind, its classic killing method. His front claws ripped into Pedro`s shoulder while his jaws clamped hard and tore across Pedro`s throat. The man was dead before he hit the ground. I like to think that he felt nothing, that he saw nothing, that his death came upon him in an instant. The cat paused after the kill, then drug the corpse into the bush. He fed, and would return to the kill several times in the next few days. When only ragged tissue and bone remained the cat went after the marrow, crunching the human bones into jagged pieces.

The killing site was found by other xate workers. Pedro`s machete---still in its holder, alas!---was found near his remains. There was no news report because Tikal is a great money maker and tourist magnet for Guatemala. If word got out that a man was killed and eaten by a cat within the park...

Meet one likely suspect, Felis concolor:

The average Guatemalan is smaller than the average American. From behind, and hunched over while walking fast he would resemble some of the puma`s natural prey. An American man walking with a large pack on his pack---me for example---would almost assuredly not be attacked. He simply appears too big for the cat, who would rather not fight his prey. But when the pack comes off, the man better have machete and knife real, real handy, just in case. He will keep his eyes open, build a fire and set the tent. The night will bring the screams of the hungry cats.

Let this be a reminder that the jungle is nothing like the innocent arcadia imagined by the environmentalists. Their minds filled with Lion Kings and addled from years of brainwashing in school, they see the rainforest as a veritable cornucopia of medicines, noble savages and eco-Edens.

All this is nonsense. The jungle is full of death. It walks on four legs. It slithers upon the ground. It flies through the air. It wriggles in the grass. It lives invisible in a host of insects only to burst forth in the most hideous diseases known to man. It burrows into your flesh and organs. It infects and paralyzes and blinds. In the city you might be doctor this or professor that or senator so and so, but in the jungle your are nothing but prey. Ask Pedro.

And I can hardly wait to return to it. (Please recall my idea of fun.)

Before venturing into cat territory do some research. Start here:


The Conquerors of the World




Memo to the world: Deal with it.

For once those braying jackasses of the media get it right.

(Actually, they got it right before---50 years ago.)

Here is John Keegan on all this. He is one of the foremost military historians in the world. He is British, by the way.

America's armed forces are becoming imperial without their country's becoming imperialist.

There is an important difference. Empires take many forms. One is that of an entity that exercises power

 far from its base without assuming political authority. That promises to be the new American way.

America has always been and remains profoundly anti-imperialist.

Yet another British historian, none other than Paul Johnson, calls this new American dominion "defensive imperialism":

One thing is clear: America is unlikely to cease to be an empire in the fundamental sense. It will not share

 its sovereignty with anyone. It will continue to promote international efforts of proven worth,

such as the General Agreement on Tariffs and Trade, and to support military alliances such as

NATO where appropriate. But it will not allow the United Nations or any other organization to

infringe on its natural right to defend itself as it sees fit. The new globalization of security will proceed

 with the United Nations if possible, without it if necessary. The empire for liberty is the dynamic of change.

So relax and enjoy the ride.


Oh Those Peace-Loving Palestinians!

Peace on Earth, Goodwill  toward Men---except toward Jews, that is.

A Palestinian Christmas present.

The latest suicide bombing---on Christmas day. Four murdered.



Since my arrival in Guatemala, besides arranging transport to and from the jungle, walking for six days through the same, visting Belize, washing clothes, eating and drinking, looking for hotels and generally recovering from this and that, I found some time to read---six books all told. They were a change from my the usual; in these cases they were three historical novels along with a trashy one from John Grisham thrown in, as well as a real book by Sallust and a boring piece of mythology by Apollonius of Rhodes. Except for Sallust they were mostly unremarkable. Like cheap chewing gum they entertained for awhile, but then lost their flavor.  To begin...

The historical novel can be a complex thing to write, to say nothing about holding the reader`s interest. So the author has a double task: proper historical research  as well as an engaging style. To fail in one is to fail in both. The three were The Tribune by Patrick Larkin, Gods and Legions by Michael Curtis Ford and A Mist of Prophesies by Steven Saylor. Tribune had a clever ending---too clever, as it made no sense in its own context. The story concerned a Roman centurion named Lucius, who by then end of the novel one realizes is really Luke, the author of two books of the Bible. But Luke was a physician, not a Roman soldier, so the ending, while cute, does not really work. Gods and Legions is better. The story concerns the emperor Julian (361-363 AD), known to us as The Apostate. He was raised a Christian but converted to the ancient pagan religion of Rome before becoming emperor. His story fascinates, and Ford`s research is quite good. Still, how can such a Roman Emperor be admired? He abandoned the true faith and began sacrificing to the dead gods Apollo, Zeus and the rest of that lot. His life was lost in an absurd war against Persia. His rule was the last gasp of paganism until its return as the platform of the Democrat Party. Steven Saylor has specialized in writing mysteries that have ancient Rome as a backdrop. His research is also good, but his books are a bit slim and cannot really compare to those masters Dashiell Hammett and Raymond Chandler.

Sallust was a Roman historian. His works concerning the war against Jugurtha and the near-revolution of Cataline instruct and entertain. Many of the characters are---or should be---familiar: Marius, Sulla, Caesar, Cicero and Crassus all make an appearance. Apollonius of Rhodes wrote The Voyage of the Argo, which is the tale of Jason and the Argonauts. The more I read the more easily I can say that Greek mythology is a fit study only for precocious schoolboys. Too much of it  is laden with the immoral escapades of the gods and goddesses of ancient Greece. In the work by Apollonius they are always intervening in the story so as to present some solution to some insoluable problem faced by Jason and his crew. There is nothing really for the mere mortals to do but wander around and wait upon those silly and arbitrary gods. The characters are of cardboard, the plot is simple and the main protagonist Jason is not really heroic. I  lost interest in whether the callow lad found the Golden Fleece or not. The old movie Jason and the Argonauts is far superior. John Grisham`s Testament at least holds one`s interest. The story is about a female missionary in the Amazon Basin who is the inheritor of a vast fortune. Grisham understands the rudiments of Protestant missionary work well enough to move the plot along. In the book is a description of addiction that rings true to life. The first four pages describe the world`s most dysfunctional family, and alone are worth the price of the book.

I have now begun Saint Augustine's City of God.  Let me say that it is of a different order than what I have read this past month. Coming soon: more Augustine, Plutarch, Anna Comnena, Michael Psellus, Boccaccio and Gibbon. Enough of the historical novel!


Us and Them

The government of Iran is a card-carrying member of the Axis of Evil. It murders its opposition, terrorizes its populace, kills Americans and Jews wherever it can find them, and promises the nuclear destruction of Israel as soon as it acquires the means to do so. It is the greatest sponsor of terrorism in the world, subsidizes Palestinian suicide bombers and pays Islamic killers to murder US soldiers and Marines in Iraq. It refers to America as "The Great Satan", has blasted her airliners out of the sky, kidnapped her ambassadors, paid its own rabble to dance in the streets when the twin towers fell and promised to carry the message of terror to US shores.

OK. Bring it on your silly jihad. America will give you her version of it. Trust me, you will not like it. Ask Saddam.

But sometimes fate (you can read `God` here if you wish) has a hand in things. This morning an earthquake killed 20,000---yes, twenty-thousand---Iranians in the ancient city of Bam. (No, I have never heard of the place either.) So what did Americans do? We did what we have always done, we offered immediate and unconditional aid to Iran. President Bush said

We are greatly saddened by the loss of life, injuries,

and widespread damage to this ancient city.


The thoughts of all Americans are with the victims and their families at this time,

and we stand ready to help the people of Iran.


Recall that last year the Americans sent $300,000 in aid after another quake killed some 250 Iranians. And recall that America is a Christian nation, despite what modern pagans believe. It is a supreme Christian value to help your enemies, to love them actually.


Can you imagine the Iranian mullahs offering anything like this to anyone? The foremost Iranian exports are terror and murder. While the Iranian people suffer under a horrific theocratic tyranny the regime meanwhile is Hell-bent on acquiring a nuclear weapon.

The conclusion is the obvious one: however one looks at it, America is a better and more moral country than Iran. The Iranian people themselves know this. This fact must drive those spittle-flecked Iranian mullahs insane---that is, more insane.

Here is the man who started the now 24 year-long Iranian nightmare, the Ayatollah Khomeini, one of history`s greatest haters. He now reposes with his 72 virgins.

Update  December 27: The death toll is now 40,000. May God have mercy upon Iran.

Update December 27: The government of Iran will accept all international aid---except from Israel, who had offered it. The regime of the mullahs hates Israel more than it loves its people.


Tomorrow I leave for Panajachel, which is on the shores of Lake Atitlán. Some years ago it was a magnet for hippies and Euro-trash: Kerouac pretenders, Steppenwolf aficianados, drug users, drop outs and hygiene-o-phobes who could not cut it in the real world of truth and responsibility  and so vanished into the oblivion of life-long loserville and the permanent bong hit. The ones who are not in prison and who are still among the living have showered, brushed their remaining teeth and set up nice little capitalist enclaves  that serve up, among other things legal and not, massages, yoga, fruit juice, Fen Shui classes, organic gardening methods, natural food, Pink Floyd seminars, energy chanelling, Zen sandal-making and the like. The entire touchy-feely creepy-crawly dippy-trippy-hippy Eastern mystical nonsensical kumbaya peace-love-dopey if-it-feels-good-do-it goofy slam-dunk jack-ass stupid smorgasboard of San Francisco and Amsterdam is now available on the shores of Atitlán.

Obviously I am not going there to connect with my inner lesbian, master the techniques of Tai-chi, decipher obscure ying-yang poetry,  become expert in Kabuki plays, learn the art of candle making, write articles on the varied pierced and tatooed street jugglers or practice advanced Kama Sutra. I want to  walk the entire distance around the lake, about 50 kilometers all told. There are small Indigenous villages around the lake where one can stay. So no tent, fuel, food, machete and knife, and no stove. All will be light and fast, a new thing for me. All of this to prepare for the serious work that comes soon in Honduras.

I promise to avoid any discussions of the war while among those filthy  and ignorant savages---the non-Indigenous ones I mean.

My companions will be the Bible and Augustine. A pretty good crew, those.

If this works out I will do another walkabout on the Nicaraguan island of Ometepe.

I return in 12 days or so. Until then...



How To Leave Home

There are four ways to journey to foreign lands. In order of difficulty and risk they are: tourism, travel, adventure and exploration. I have done all of them. I am doing all of them.

Tourism is what most people mean by 'travel.' All hotels, transportation, food, photo opportunities, sites---everything, in fact---is arranged beforehand by an agency that specializes in such things. There are no surprises, for those who pay good money for such a tour do not want any. These are people who have no time to do research, learn the rudiments of a foreign language, and to make their own flight arrangements. Tourism is easy, popular and can be entertaining though at times it can be boring. Remember, no surprises! All hotels are clean and have hot water and one seldom gets ill eating the food.

The next step in difficulty is travel. One makes his own arrangements and attempts to learn street and restaurant survival techniques in a foreign tongue. This takes some time as often the traveler does not really know exactly where he is going or where he will stay when he gets there. College students making their first foray to Europe, graduate students following the 'Gringo Trail' from Mexico to Peru and retired folks who have time and an adventurous spirit become experts in travel. It is seldom boring, but it can be---and many times it is---trying. Cold water pensions or hostels and street food are well known to the traveler, as is the occasional bout with dysentary.

There are some hybrids that combine tourism and travel. They usually have the words 'adventure' or 'eco-' (as in 'ecological') in them. Thus something called 'adventure travel' and 'eco-tourism.' But do not be fooled, both are really types of tourism. All is arranged, planned and organized. The customer is just along for the ride. These trips can certainly be fun, but there is nothing heroic or difficult about them.

Adventure requires a desire to really get off the well-traveled track, to go the weird places---like obscure Mayan ruins buried deep in some God-forsaken jungle. It is also expensive, as the adventurer must have tent, stove and all the rest of the backpacking kit. He---and occasionally she---must be prepared for the unexpected (what I call the 'X' factor) for the unexpected is part of the reason for planning an adventure in the first place. And trust me, the X factor always happens. Adventurers plan on getting sick, sleeping in odd places, being dirty for days on end, becoming unfamiliar with toilets, having close encounters with animals and very strange people,  and eating unrecognizable fare---that is why it is called 'adventure.' Adventure types can be seen hiking frozen islands, soloing mountain peaks and revelling in avoiding death when it appears.

Exploration---going where few have gone---is getting tough to come by these days. Most areas of the world have been mapped and McDonaled. Even Everest, which 50 years ago was seen as the peak event in the exploration of the age, now is almost tourism. No kidding, about anyone can pay an agency upwards of $65,000 to take them to the summit of Everest and even back down again---no mean feat, as 14 people died there a few years back. Both poles are well-traversed---there are tours there---Africa has given up her secret of the source of the Nile, Asia is way over crowded. The only real remaining place to experience exploration is South and Central America, but even there it is quickly succumbing to tourism. This is not a complaint, just an observation.

One rule of thumb: if a bus pulls up to your camp site and unloads 50 Japanese tourists with matching suits and cameras, it is time to get out of there. When I was first in Tikal 20 years ago I was about alone in the jungle there. There was only a place to camp, one place to eat and no hotels. Now it is as crowded as Disney World. What all this means is that the adventurers and explorers must go further and further 'out there'. Rather than Tikal one must walk to Nakum. Rather than the Inca Trail one must walk across the Andes to Choquequirao. And so on. But even those places will be well traveled one day, forcing the explorers and adventurers way back into the hills and trackless jungle.

The last remaining areas for exploration in Central America are the far reaches of northern Guatemala,  the Mosquito region of Nicaragua, and Honduras, specifically the region between the Paulaya and Platano Rivers. Tales of monkey gods and lost cities abound. And that, dear reader, is why I am going there. After which...what? How will I be able to beat that, assuming I survive? The very thought disturbs. Maybe then it will be time to retire all my backpacking gear. After all, I will have seen all that is worth seeing in Latin America, as far as I am considered.

Or I could climb Aconcagua. Or spend time traversing the Venezuelan jungles. Or venture forth into the grasslands of Suriname. Or cut across country from Perrito Moreno National Park in Argentina all the way to Chile.

Ah...I feel better already!



Random Thoughts

Why do people get tatoos? Or piercings? Or a stud in the nose? Or a tongue ring?  I have never received a real reply from either adult or adolescent when I enquired. When I was a child those things were done only to barnyard animals. The animals were not made more attractive by them, and neither are humans.


I know of a nation that suffered the following at the same time: civil war, foreign invasion, a savage war on its frontiers with indigenous tribes, a revolution, economic dislocation, a worthless currency and a life expectancy around 40 years for its citizenry. Is it in Africa? Asia? No, it was the 13 colonies in 1776 that would later become the USA. Many modern nations suffer far less than this, but have advanced little beyond the Bronze Age. Why?


Concerning the earthquake in Iran, here is the citadel of the ancient city of Bam before the quake:

And here it is after the quake:

Jesus wept.

(Here are more photos of that once-lovely city.)


And on a different note, one reason why America is great is because it protects Israel. The Jews are God's chosen. Those nations who persecute Jews either vanish---Nazi Germany, the USSR, Assyria, Babylon---or are castigated with a variety of social, political, economic and social ills---the Islamic world. When America ceases to protect Israel she will cease to be great.




Damn Yanquis

Many Latin American intellectual leftist types blame their counties' problems on the USA, "El Norte." But is this logical? What exists there---poverty, under-employment, corruption, political violence, illiteracy, lunatic economic dislocations, civil wars---existed long before the USA had any interest in the region. Indeed, most existed there before the US was even formed. In the words of those yanqui-blaming leftists' favorite poster boy hero and Castro lick-spittle Gabriel García Márquez: 

The immeasurable pain and violence of our history are the result of age-inequities and untold bitterness, 

and not a conspiracy plotted 3000 leagues from our shores.


You tell 'em, Gabby!


If the Latins wish to know the reasons for their problems, they could do no better than to look into a mirror.



Of course, the same goes  for Americans.  No Latin American told the USA to enslave millions of other human beings. No Latin American told the southern states to try and secede from the Union to keep those slaves in bondage. No Latin American told the US to elect in 1929 a busy-body genius  whose arrogance threw the nation into the Depression. No Latin American told the US to elect a dilletante Eastern blue-blood whose foreign policy ignorance drew the nation into WW II. No Latin American told the US to murder 40,000,000 babies after Roe v. Wade, nor did any tell her to treat marriage as a sodomite plaything. No Latin American told the US to `propogate a popular culture vulgar and crude in the extreme. No Latin American told the US to ruin her public schools, remove God from the public square or invade Vietnam. Americans did these all by their lonesomes.


And no Latin American told the US to elect and then re-elect Clinton. All the damage done in his eight years was entirely self-inflicted. We paid for it, we are still paying for it, the entire world must pay for the irresponsible antics of the Clinton administration. If you harbor any doubts about what sort of presidency he had, you need  simply see Legacy: Paying the Price for the Clinton Years by Rich Lowry. Lowry uses interviews with members of the Clinton administration as the primary source material for his book. The story they tell is devastating. 




Many Latins complain of the corruption that is and has been rife in their nation, but then they are quick to bribe a policeman if caught speeding. Where do they think  this corruption begins? Perhaps they should try the same thing in Texas. Yes, it is different in El Norte.



Since I am on a roll, why of course Americans caused all  troubles of Latin America! Why, those clever yanquis told Argentina to destroy its banking system and then to go through five presidents in less than a year, Brazil to concentrate all its land into a few (white) hands,  Peru to enslave its native population and keep them out of the nation's economy, Colombia to enjoy 150 years of civil war and then turn over one-third of its territory to a drug gang, Venezuelans to use their oil wealth to enrich a few and then elect Chavez, Ecuador to fight a series of losing wars with Peru, Mexico to slaughter ten percent of its population in ten years, Paraguay to fight a war with three other nations at once, Cubans to dance in the street at the success of Castro, Nicaraguans to cheer the Sandanistas, Bolivia to cripple its economy with strikes, Chile to elect Allende and Guatemala to murder 100,000 of its people. 


Those yanks also gave orders to every nation south of the Rio Grande to confiscate the wealth of their nations and  transfer it to a few white eltes, depreciate their currencies to the level of recycled paper, refuse to transfer land to those who owned none, turn over their universities to a coddled and spoiled socialist elite, stuff every ballot box, fight dozens of internecine wars since independence, murder whole generations of political leaders, assassinate their journalists, insure that their drinking water is contaminated with feces, beatify mass muderers such as Che and Castro, create the largest slums outside of India, write incredibly Byzantine constitutions which are then ignored, elect and re-elect and yet again re-elect the most corrupt political class outside of the Chinese Politburo, build legal systems that exist only on paper, fight 'dirty wars' where tens of thousands were tortured and killed in secret, make the phrases 'death squad' and 'the disappeared ones' known throughout the world, plant millions of acres of cocaine and form international crime syndicates, spend billions on weapons and then use them against their own people and keep all their ill-gotten gains in foreign banks.


Damn yanquis!




The great liberator Simón  Bolívar blamed no one but his fellows for their woes:    


            I consider that, for us [Latin] America is ungovernable; whosoever works for the a revolution is plowing the sea;

  this country [Gran Colombia] will ineluctably fall into the hands of a mob gone wild, later again

      to fall under the domination of obscure small tyrants of every color and race; [We will  be]

               decimated by every kind of crime and exhausted by  our cruel excesses.

He included some advice:

            The most sensible action to take in [Latin] America is to emigrate.



But if you really want to hear one of those America-hating Latin American leftist elite types really howl, just threaten to take away his American visa!



Happy birthday, mom! You are with Christ, I know.

Where you are there are no tears, there is no cancer.

I will join you some day---but not yet! 

There are miles to go before I sleep.


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