Monday, February 28, 2011
In Mexico, Monterrey Becoming 'City of Massacres'
Will there be a Monterrey, Mexico, in your future?
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
The Manhattan Project for Illegal Immigration

Of course, there was a desperate Mexico’s tripartite aim of obtaining billions in remittances, exporting what it apparently considers a bothersome poor, and winning a loyal expatriate population that seems to like Mexico all the more the farther it is distant.
The sloganeering and mytho-history were necessary relish: Illegal aliens only do the work others won’t do; the borders crossed indigenous peoples rather than they the borders; aliens are instead “undocumented workers,” who all work and who forgot their documentation at the border; America’s own poor are not hurt by the driving down of wages.
But lost in all of this talk is the real mystery at hand. The United States — ad hoc, often nonchalantly, without much debate or discussion — is currently engaged in one of the largest, most ambitious attempts at foreign aid and nation building in its history, one far more costly and daring that what is going on in either Afghanistan or Iraq. That such a project is not legal, much less approved by our lawmakers, and is funded largely by local and state governments, does not mean that it is not a project nonetheless.
Quite simply, America in almost instantaneous fashion has chosen to take in millions of the poorest citizens of one of the poorer nations in the world in an attempt to transmogrify them into middle-class suburbanites within a generation. That may not be the explicit description of our undertaking, but it surely is one arrived at empirically. And it is a multifaceted political, economic, cultural, and social effort that involves tens of millions of Americans at all levels of society and is proving to be the near salvation of Mexico.
Under the old protocols of legal immigration, we assumed that the world’s poor arrived here, struggled, learned English, assimilated, instructed their children in the exceptionalism of America, and achieved parity — but often not until the third generation. All that — both the methodology and the results — is obsolete today. In short, those who lived in near-18th-century poverty in Oaxaca can become statistical proof of America’s supposed racism and oppression in a nanosecond by simply crossing the border illegally. That they were poor and ignored in Mexico is considered almost natural; that they are still poorer than others after coming a foot north of the border and spending a second on U.S. soil becomes proof of the failure of America itself.
Victor Davis Hanson, NRO
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
Iran Backed and Funded Hezbollah on US Border
http://www.freerepublic.com/focus/f-bloggers/2551561/posts for some comments
“Mexican authorities have rolled up a Hezbollah network being built in Tijuana, right across the border from Texas and closer to American homes than the terrorist hideouts in the Bekaa Valley (Lebanon)are to Israel.”
Alan Note: With Islamic Iran building up troops (mostly their Special Forces and Intelligence Agents) and missiles which can reach the USA and their Hezbollah terrorist contingents in Venezuela, only the "deep cover" being provided by the Obama Administration for the jihadists allows their barely covert activity and opens the way for them to infiltrate the USA and add to the violence we can expect when some 50,000 sleeper suicider/homicider cells are activated against us on our soil. Not in Afghanistan or Iraq or elsewhere! Here in America!
July 12, 2010
Hezb'allah cell rolled up in ... Tijuana
Eileen F. Toplansky
As Obama dithers about homeland security and presses on with a lawsuit against Arizona, the terrorists continue to plot this country's destruction. In a Daily News editorial dated July 11, 2010 there is a report that "Mexican authorities have rolled up a Hezbollah network being built in Tijuana, right across the border from Texas [sic] and closer to American homes than the terrorist hideouts in the Bekaa Valley are to Israel.
Surprise, surprise.
This is not the first time that firm evidence points to the infiltration of terrorists coming into the country.
According to a Kuwaiti newspaper, this "Hezbollah network aims to strike targets in Israel and the West." The triangulation of drug money from Mexican cartels and Iranian oil money are behind the financial strength of the terrorists.
Furthermore, "Hezbollah has shadowed the terrorist-sponsoring regime in Tehran, which has been forging close ties with Hugo Chavez of Venezuela, who in turn supports the narcoterrorist organization FARC, which wreaks all kinds of havoc throughout the region."
As Rick Moran has demonstrated, Obama is quite chummy with Chavez.
This president is giving the green light to terrorism with the nuanced words he makes, the actions he takes, and the positions he holds. The bombs are being loaded and aimed at our hearts and he and his Department of Justice ignore the danger to this country.
Eileen can be contacted at middlemarch18@gmail.com
Anti-Mullah
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
Passing Through By Leaps of Faith

For the last five months, I have had the privilege of living in a colonial village in the highlands of central Mexico. Deferring the astronomical cost of heating oil for my home in Maine, made possible this journey south of the border. It has become far more than escaping the wrath of an elongated snow event, but an unexpected reevaluation of priorities and a much needed reaffirmation of life.
One of the things that I have loved about being in San Miguel de Allende is the often progressive, liberal attitudes of not only many expats but natives alike; the no holds barred honesty they imbue, particularly the locals, and the exuberant celebrations of both life and death – the enviable weeding out of false fronts and that of which is not necessarily important in order to focus on what is real – both joyous and painful.
I have found great pleasure in stumbling into small tiendas selling anything from paper products to piñata candy to fly swatters that also
have makeshift tables sporting “Pinche Bush” buttons and pins. “Impeach
Bush?” I would ask, incredulously. “Si!” they’d respond as if I had asked if an armadillo sh*ts in the desert.
The Friday before Easter was the annual Judas Burnings in the Centro jardin. Hundreds showed up and we were treated to life-sized effigies of some of the most despised persons on earth, strung up and systematically blown up with firecrackers and mini bombs scattering papier mache body parts across the ancient cobbled streets. Needless to say, the obliteration of the Bush and Cheney effigies got the loudest howls and applause of all the other traitors blown to smithereens. Somehow, in my gentle “reaffirmation of life” I found this rather endearing.
Politics aside, I have found that when I’ve let my defenses down, reluctantly back-seated my political frustrations and anger, I have opened myself up to life experiences however fleeting, that have had tremendous impact on my days and more than likely, my future as well. When the sun sets, there are hopes and dreams and desires that secretly we carry to bed with us and that have absolutely nothing to do with elections or misunderstood religions or geographical borders. Perhaps this is when personal survival mode kicks in, but whatever it is, it rounds us out, I think, balances the incongruities of life, and gives us a surprising glimpse into all that is being human. It does not mean we are uncaring or unaware. It means only that in order to fully process we have to be honest with ourselves.
In the jardin and on a few occasions, I ran into a tiny girl, all of nine or ten, working a dozen hours a day selling fabric dolls from a garbage bag. She was bright, alive and always smiling, but more so, cold and tired and hauling more than a trash bag of dolls, but the weight of the world. When she would see me she’d run toward, remember my name with a grin, asking for nothing other than the very miracle that I would remember her name and say it out loud. We gave Veronica loaves of cornbread, a warm sweater on a cold night, a bit of chocolate. She was a child. And then she disappeared.
Selfishly, it made things clearer. Sometimes the tragedies of others make our lives all the more transparent and our angst and scars, smaller and less tender.
The reaffirmation came again in the meeting and interaction with a young teen who had been taken from her family after her mother had doused her with lighter fluid and set on fire her face and chest. After multiple surgeries to her face, mouth and throat, this beautiful young woman offers nothing but smiles and hugs; she holds tight to her breast a stranger, even when I am unsure as to what she is clinging, but I do know that she is a tribute to the resilience of the human spirit – life itself – and somehow she knows that I love and admire her, and as good fortune would have it, she returns this gift to me. She’ll make it. Many do not.
Alongside these images of what is real and often painful, and at the same time as I learned of the suicide of one of my closest friends, entered an old friend from long ago who just happened to be living in this village with her family. This reconnection has only confirmed that hand in hand with our darkest hours of questioning, comes these unexpected gifts of light that remind us that we are not walking this path alone – there are others who want to join us on the journey.
The older I get I realize that living this life is nothing more than a series of leaps of faith. And while I am more skeptical to make these leaps, I continue to jump, and though some of the connections with old friends and new, as well as strangers, are frightening because we expose our vulnerable selves in ways that open us to being hurt all over again, in the long run I have found, and here in Mexico, these confirmations of life whether lasting or fleeting, with small hands gently shape us into being more accepting, alive and hopefully, grateful for all of those who pass through.
For Purple Leaf, peace,
Jan Baumgartner
Managing Editor, OpEdNews
Sunday, May 4, 2008
Mexicans Protest Oil Privitization
Mass demonstrations against possible privatization of state oil co.
The Real News
Thousands of Mexicans took to the streets of
Professor Gustavo Indart of the
Transcript:
VOICEOVER: Thousands demonstrated on the streets of
ANDRÉS MANUEL LÓPEZ OBRADOR, PARTY OF THE DEMOCRATIC REVOLUTION (SUBTITLED TRANSLATION): We are willing to take the consequences of the political fallout if by that we can prevent the privatization of oil.
VOICEOVER:
GUSTAVO INDART, CENTER FOR INTERNATIONAL STUDIES: The oil industry in
VOICEOVER: Professor Indart added that as President Calderón's privatization agenda becomes clearer, it is likely more people will protest his oil reform.