Mexico to ask Senate for registry of US guns

In lieu of giving Mexico our gun registry.....Instead lets test some of our nuclear weapons on them

What is scary is that we have Open Borders Liberals in both parties....especially the NAFTA loving Free Trade Liberals....would love to give Mexico this info. Heck....in the McCain Kennedy Amnesty bill there was a provision to pay Mexicans in Mexico US Social Security.

unfortunately for Mexico, such a registry does not exist as it would be a violation of federal law to maintain a database of long gun owning private citizens. Thanks for asking though.

Ir a golpe de arena, Pedro.

5.56mm

Mexico and the Third World are pushing north at a furious pace----visions of foreign aid tax dollars, and takeover of the Southwest, dancing in their heads.

Fifth Column pressure groups acting on orders from their homelands know that vote-crazed US pols will kneel in obeisance and pucker up to any and all hypphenated voting blocs. .

The Mexican government adopts one, very smooth, tone when speaking to its patsies in America---vote-crazed US pols---- and another, very militant, tone when speaking to its own people about its ruthlessness in pursuing its own national interest at the expense of ours.

As long as vote-crazed politicans continue to suck-up to hyphenates to get re/elected, this scam will continue.

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REFERENCE--Mexico meddling in US affairs---signs petition for US gun control

http://www.whptv.com/news/world/story/Mexicans-sign-petition-for-U-S-gun-control/c3oLDyvpy0mJUgXuDEBSyw.cspx?rss=53

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EXCERPT Mexico has never been a friend of the US.Ask Texas Valley old timers about the “WW 11 days” in South Texas and you’ll get stories and tales, enough to fill a book.

South Texas was a hot-bed of conspiracies, real and present dangers, and a direct war-time threat to the US. Apparently the concerns were not without foundation.

For one, the political climate in Mexico was extremely volatile. Agents of the German war machine were known to be active throughout Mexico (with the knowledge and consent of the Mexican govt).

Nazi Germany was the leading importer of Mexican oil, taking just over half of their annual production....... To counter, American oil and gas production in Texas and Louisiana was elevated. Port Isabel's large oil refinery was a shipping point for fuel headed to the war, and was considered a possible target for German U-boat shelling or even a shore scurry. (Hat tip to FReeper Grampa Dave for posting the full article.)

AS FREEPER TADSLOS INSIGHTFULLY POSTED: Americans have the foreign government of Mexico (and its co-conspirators in the Third World), that continually and relentlesly meddle in the internal affairs of the US----and BOTH vote-crazed political parties----- and ALL three branches of our government---- enable and actively participate in the process. Mexico, however, would NEVER cede it’s sovereignty to the US - but they sure don’t mind taking our foreign aid dollars. Mexico is a giant leech, sucking us dry.

The financial benefits to be derived from amnesty are huge--establishing a permanent Dem majority of Third World "pressure groups" exchanging votes at the ballot box for foreign aid.

IMPOVERISHED THIRD WORLD COUNTRIES W/ PRESSURE GROUPS IN THE US (here illegally): Argentina, Belize, Bolivia, Chile, Colombia, Costa Rica, Cuba, Dominica Republic, Ecuador, Guatemala, Honduras, Mexico, Nicaragua, Panama, Paraguay, Peru, Puerto Rico (stateside), Salvador, Spain, Uruguay, Venezuela.

And this is why I do not drink their beer anymore.

Jeepers----who knew Joe Biden's advice would come in handy so soon.

Arizonans, Texans, and other border residents, say they feel threatened.

So as Joe told Jill --- just stand on your balconies and shoot across the border.

Problem solved (/snix).

Dear Mexico:

Chingas!

CC

So a foreign government wants a registry of US guns- I’m sure that our illegal alien president will be accomodating, since he has more flexibility now.....

Big, enthusiastic bump.

Back in 1968, it was pointed out in a news magazine that MEXICO had a higher murder rate WITH KNIVES than the US had with guns.

The editor of the magazine poo pooed the letter by writing that MEXICO’s problem was he cult of MACHO, something the US did not have.

Well, now we do.

I saw the movie VIVA ZAPATA not long ago. In it, after the peasants win the war for the politicians, they are required to turn in their guns.

After the turn in, the Army strikes.

So let me get this straignt. Is he asking for a registry to be created and distributed to him? Cause I’m pretty sure a registry isnt suposed to currently exist. But hey, what laws do the fedgov observe anyways?

Seal the damned borders. Deport the illegal aliens. FU-Mex!

Sounds a lot like the third threat from Washington’s Vision, wherein the black clouds of Europe, Asia and Africa join to attack America by land and sea.

http://www.ushistory.org/valleyforge...on/vision.html

Washington’s Vision

In the National Tribune, 1880, an article appeared giving an account of the “Vision of Washington” at Valley Forge. The account was told by a gentleman named Anthony Sherman, who supposedly was at Valley Forge during the winter of 1777-78. The story has been published several times.

Some people will say that it is substantiated by the fact that a copy of the account is in the Library of Congress. This argument of authenticity is misleading in and of itself. The Library of Congress has copies of anything published. That does not indicate accuracy of the content.

I am unaware of any eighteenth-century evidence that corroborates this story. The soldier mentioned as having a first-hand account of the “Vision,” Anthony Sherman, was a soldier in the Continental Army. However, according to his pension application, written by him, he states that he was at Saratoga under the command of Benedict Arnold at the end of 1777 and only joined the main forces in 1778 in New Jersey just before the Battle of Monmouth.

Anthony Sherman wrote:
You doubtless heard the story of Washington’s going to the thicket to pray in secret for aid and comfort from God, the interposition of whose Divine Providence brought us safely through the darkest days of tribulation. One day, I remember it well, when the chilly winds whistled through the leafless trees, though the sky was cloudless and the sun shown brightly, he remained in his quarters nearly all the afternoon alone. When he came out, I noticed that his face was a shade paler than usual. There seemed to be something on his mind of more than ordinary importance. Returning just after dusk, he dispatched an orderly to the quarters who was presently in attendance. After a preliminary conversation of about an hour, Washington, gazing upon his companion with that strange look of dignity which he alone commanded, related the event that occurred that day.

“George Washington’s Vision”

This afternoon, as I was sitting at this table engaged in preparing a dispatch, something seemed to disturb me. Looking up, I beheld standing opposite me a singularly beautiful female. So astonished was I, for I had given strict orders not to be disturbed, that it was some moments before I found language to inquire the cause of her presence. A second, a third and even a fourth time did I repeat my question, but received no answer from my mysterious visitor except a slight raising of her eyes.

By this time I felt strange sensations spreading through me. I would have risen but the riveted gaze of the being before me rendered volition impossible. I assayed once more to address her, but my tongue had become useless, as though it had become paralyzed.

A new influence, mysterious, potent, irresistible, took possession of me. All I could do was to gaze steadily, vacantly at my unknown visitor. Gradually the surrounding atmosphere seemed as if it had become filled with sensations, and luminous. Everything about me seemed to rarefy, the mysterious visitor herself becoming more airy and yet more distinct to my sight than before. I now began to feel as one dying, or rather to experience the sensations which I have sometimes imagined accompany dissolution. I did not think, I did not reason, I did not move; all were alike impossible. I was only conscious of gazing fixedly, vacantly at my companion.

Presently I heard a voice saying, “Son of the Republic, look and learn,” while at the same time my visitor extended her arm eastwardly, I now beheld a heavy white vapor at some distance rising fold upon fold. This gradually dissipated, and I looked upon a stranger scene. Before me lay spread out in one vast plain all the countries of the world — Europe, Asia, Africa and America. I saw rolling and tossing between Europe and America the billows of the Atlantic, and between Asia and America lay the Pacific.

“Son of the Republic,” said the same mysterious voice as before, “look and learn.” At that moment I beheld a dark, shadowy being, like an angel, standing or rather floating in mid-air, between Europe and America. Dipping water out of the ocean in the hollow of each hand, he sprinkled some upon America with his right hand, while with his left hand he cast some on Europe. Immediately a cloud raised from these countries, and joined in mid-ocean. For a while it remained stationary, and then moved slowly westward, until it enveloped America in its murky folds. Sharp flashes of lightning gleamed through it at intervals, and I heard the smothered groans and cries of the American people.

A second time the angel dipped water from the ocean, and sprinkled it out as before. The dark cloud was then drawn back to the ocean, in whose heaving billows in sank from view. A third time I heard the mysterious voice saying, “Son of the Republic, look and learn,” I cast my eyes upon America and beheld villages and towns and cities springing up one after another until the whole land from the Atlantic to the Pacific was dotted with them.

Again, I heard the mysterious voice say, “Son of the Republic, the end of the century cometh, look and learn.” At this the dark shadowy angel turned his face southward, and from Africa I saw an ill omened specter approach our land. It flitted slowly over every town and city of the latter. The inhabitants presently set themselves in battle array against each other. As I continued looking I saw a bright angel, on whose brow rested a crown of light, on which was traced the word “Union,” bearing the American flag which he placed between the divided nation, and said, “Remember ye are brethren.” Instantly, the inhabitants, casting from them their weapons became friends once more, and united around the National Standard.

“And again I heard the mysterious voice saying “Son of the Republic, look and learn.” At this the dark, shadowy angel placed a trumpet to his mouth, and blew three distinct blasts; and taking water from the ocean, he sprinkled it upon Europe, Asia and Africa. Then my eyes beheld a fearful scene: From each of these countries arose thick, black clouds that were soon joined into one. Throughout this mass there gleamed a dark red light by which I saw hordes of armed men, who, moving with the cloud, marched by land and sailed by sea to America. Our country was enveloped in this volume of cloud, and I saw these vast armies devastate the whole county and burn the villages, towns and cities that I beheld springing up. As my ears listened to the thundering of the cannon, clashing of sword, and the shouts and cries of millions in mortal combat, I heard again the mysterious voice saying, “Son of the Republic, look and learn” When the voice had ceased, the dark shadowy angel placed his trumpet once more to his mouth, and blew a long and fearful blast. “Instantly a light as of a thousand suns shone down from above me, and pierced and broke into fragments the dark cloud which enveloped America. At the same moment the angel upon whose head still shone the word Union, and who bore our national flag in one hand and a sword in the other, descended from the heavens attended by legions of white spirits. These immediately joined the inhabitants of America, who I perceived were will nigh overcome, but who immediately taking courage again, closed up their broken ranks and renewed the battle.

Again, amid the fearful noise of the conflict, I heard the mysterious voice saying, “Son of the Republic, look and learn.” As the voice ceased, the shadowy angel for the last time dipped water from the ocean and sprinkled it upon America. Instantly the dark cloud rolled back, together with the armies it had brought, leaving the inhabitants of the land victorious!

Then once more I beheld the villages, towns and cities springing up where I had seen them before, while the bright angel, planting the azure standard he had brought in the midst of them, cried with a loud voice: “While the stars remain, and the heavens send down dew upon the earth, so long shall the Union last.” And taking from his brow the crown on which blazoned the word “Union,” he placed it upon the Standard while the people, kneeling down, said, “Amen.”

The scene instantly began to fade and dissolve, and I at last saw nothing but the rising, curling vapor I at first beheld. This also disappearing, I found myself once more gazing upon the mysterious visitor, who, in the same voice I had heard before, said, “Son of the Republic, what you have seen is thus interpreted: Three great perils will come upon the Republic. The most fearful is the third, but in this greatest conflict the whole world united shall not prevail against her. Let every child of the Republic learn to live for his God, his land and the Union.” With these words the vision vanished, and I started from my seat and felt that I had seen a vision wherein had been shown to me the birth, progress, and destiny of the United States.