I like the Winter Olympics. I attended the 1976 Insbruck games and saw Franz Klammer and Dorthy Hammel win gold. All a hazy 50 year old memory for me now but I was there, hight of the Cold War, surrounded by spooks fighting for control of Europe and the future of the West. There was some great hockey at the '76 games which I also saw along with Alpine ski jumping and some other sports I can't remember. I was 14 years old and after a few days at the Olympiad I wandered around Austria with my grandparents swooshing the slopes of Kitzbühel and Zürs. A lot has changed in the world over the past 5 decades but the Winter Olympics are mostly the same except for goofy snow board races and big air loop-de-loops. Thank God we won the Cold War!
A year and a half earlier President Nixon had resigned his presidency and I'll always remember the tears I wept watching this man address the nation on a black and white TV my grandfather had gifted me. It was a typically hot August day and I remember watching the telecast alone in the apartment of our horse stable where I was living during the summer for some adolescent reason. I thought about the conversations I had overheard my grandfather having at his home office or in Foggy Bottom building - the tension in his voice and resignation in his continence. The Watergate coup had occupied a lot of his attention and there was an unsettling pall of gloom resulting from practical necessity that left me heartbroken and confused about Nixon's downfall. I have pegged the late Nixon era (1973 to be specific) as the start of 50 Years Of Failure and I've often contemplated the distinct possibility that my grandfather's time in Austria was his reward for stabbing Nixon in the back.
While I'm watching this American "Quad God" born of Russian parents flub his figure skating routine on Olympic ice I learn U.S.S. Gerald R. Ford strike group has been ordered to relocate from Venezuela to the Middle East, off the Iranian coast by President Donald Trump and I wonder - I mean, I really sit back and wonder in profound contemplation - what my 14 year old self would have thought about my current reality? The impossible irony of it all makes my brain hurt - a Russian representing the USA (while real Russians are bared from competition), an aircraft carrier named after Leslie Lynch King Jr. (AKA Gerry Ford) who usurped Dick Nixon as a proxy for the Deep State, war with Persia which fell under the sway of a vicious military junta (the ayatollah is a straw man) as a direct result of Nixon's downfall, POTUS Trump, not once but twice, elected to lead the free world (Nixon redux).
As someone who has been battling conventional takes on Watergate and defending the honor of Richard M. Nixon for the past 40 years I am gratified to see the latest wave of Nixonmaxxing unspool upon the interwebs. The latest revelations about coordinated attacks by shadowy figures in The Swamp to oust the 37th POTUS and the illegal means to attain that treasonous end has brightened my days and let me sleep easy at night. I only hope the shitlib ninnies and Marxist tut-tut know-it-alls who yelled and screamed at me over afternoon coffee, at dinner parties and on the back patio of elegant gala benefits are reading and hearing all this evidence that PROVES I WAS RIGHT and are tossing and turning in their sweaty beds remembering the calumnious personal attacks they leveled against me when the flaws of their logic and stupidity of their arguments left them grasping for a cleaver retort. I said it then and I'll say it again: YOU'R WRONG!
I'm not even going to mention the Epstein Files or the Nancy Guthrie Kidnapping or the War in Ukraine or the UFO Disclosure, except in passing, because they are all diversions with varying degrees of severity and legitimate concern to distract America from the important issue of hemispheric consolidation and defense. Even the Navy's deployed carrier strike groups in the Persian Gulf and Eastern Mediterranean served as a feint to distract attention from a coordinated decapitation strike on the Mexican drug cartels that occurred on the final day of the 2026 Winter Olympics. The Jalisco New Generation Cartel took a big hit when its leader, Nemesio Oseguera Cervantes (AKA El Mencho), along with a fist full of his lieutenants got greased by a team of US/Mexico special forces. Now Mexico is on fire, tourists are trapped, the promise of violence spreading across the boarder is a constant threat that most Americans, in my opinion, never saw coming. I wish I had a dollar for every US citizen who didn't know the name El Mencho when the woke up Sunday morning to watch the USA vs. Canada hockey game - I think that's $300+ Million payout."Communism isn’t sleeping; it is, as always, plotting, scheming, working, fighting.”
— Richard Nixon Foundation (@nixonfoundation) February 9, 2026
- Richard Nixon pic.twitter.com/LxpLFNr0Pa
Most of what I know about Mexico has been transmitted through cowboy western cinema, a fascination with 19th century filibusters and the modern day horrors of the border situation which I've been witness to through travel and familial ties. I don't understand Mexico's "republican" form of government, how many states comprise the federation, who runs the cities and towns or why they have so many citizens who flee to the USA and "live in the shadows" as indentured servants for the gringos. I know that Regan granted a blanket amnesty to Illegals in 1986 and Bush 41 worked tirelessly to design NAFTA which HillBilly signed into law in January of 1994 and the next year Sec. Treasury Robert Rubin bailed out Mexico with a $50B loan. W tried to pass an Immigration Reform in 2005 and 2007 and 0 used DACA (executive order) to override a TEA Party congress which created the MAGA movement looking for a leader. Over the past 40 years tens of millions of people have used Mexico as a modern day Ellis Island to pass inspection by the cartels and enter the USA (for a fee). It's a horrible system but it is the system our government developed, funded and maintained to import workers over and above the absolutely insane levels of legal immigration (1 million+ per year) the politicians somehow convince US voters is a "good" number.
It's No Country For Old Men behind The Tortilla Curtain and with Traffic from the Narcos flowing El Norte and Breaking Bad it's time to send in the Sicario. Put another way: No More Games. The assasination of Luis Donaldo Colosio in Tijuana on a spring day in 1994 kicked off the modern reality of Mexico we live with today. The conquest of Mexico will not be an easy slog but to complete the Golden Circle the forces of light must vanquish the darkness behind the cartels. That includes taking down those countries and regimes from all around the world that work with communists and cartels in the western hemisphere. It's time to pick a side because there's no going back.
In the mid-1970's he drove a gray Cadillac Eldorado convertible. He looked like a movie star from that era with a full mustache and bright eyes. He loved to mix it up and be in the middle of the action. He knew everyone in those days. At a Redskins game at RFK Stadium he walked the place in a fur coat saying hello to the hundreds of people he knew in the stands. He loved to drink (until 1981), dance and party with family and friends. He was an enthusiastic story teller who loved exaggeration and funny endings. He would sing Scottish songs dressed in full kilt regalia at Thanksgiving. Because of his dark summer tan and an inexplicable aura of playful menace they called him The Mexican but he was 100% American. He passed on to the other side earlier this month and his obituary chronicled an extraordinary life but left out his nickname, his love of dirty jokes, his fling with Grace Slick, his friendship with Sonny Jurgensen and much of the 1976 man I remember. A person - especially a unique and vibrant person that stands out from the crowd - can get stuck in your mind regardless of what changes transpire later in your life together. Time is framed and the spirit is captured like a bottled ghost forever in the heart.
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