I was going to get in a big to-do about this damn story that I heard about yesterday afternoon on the radio. I came home and read the article that the radio program was referring to. Part of me is happy and part of me is really disgusted and angry. The angry part is why I am writing this very serious post this morning as opposed to last night. I have calmed down enough to write it before I go to work and still sleepy enough that I will leave most of the commentary up to the readers.

Woodrow Wilson made this statement while speaking to a group of new American citizens in 1915:

“I certainly would not be the one to even suggest that a man cease to love the home of his birth and the nation of his origin. These things are very sacred and ought not to be put out of our hearts. But it is one thing to love the place where you were born, and it is another to dedicate yourself to America unless you become in every respect and with every purpose of your will thoroughly Americans. You can not become thoroughly Americans if you think of yourself in groups. A man who thinks of himself as belonging to a particular national group in America has not yet become an American, and a man who goes among you to trade upon your nationality is not worth to live under the stars and stripes.”

On July 6^th, 2006 Los Angeles ILLEGAL immigrant Angela Magdaleno gave birth to quadruplets. All four of the babies are American citizens which their Mother and Father are not. Angela has been here for 22 years and still can not speak English. Spanish is the only language, as well, for 28 year veteran ILLEGAL Anzaldo, her husband. The newborn’s have 6, yes that’s right six, siblings who are Americans by birth, three of which are triplets and one of those was born with hydrocephalus and has needed multiple surgeries.

We, American taxpayers, have paid for all of these births and all of the healthcare for these children. We pay for their schooling. We pay for their food via school lunch and breakfast, food stamps, and WIC. We pay for the monthly income supplements that they receive per child from the welfare department. These people chose to have sex and multiply in a country that they entered ILLEGALLY while living in a one bedroom apartment that they could barely afford before the triplets, never mind the level of poverty and dependence attained after the arrival of the quadruplets. We keep paying and paying and paying. They just keep coming and coming (in certainly more ways than one).

The last 7 of their children were conceived in one way or another due to their ‘need’ to have a son. The triplets are a result of so many fertilization drugs that a friend was bringing to her from Mexico that she can’t remember what any of them were called. Pills and injections all day long after you already have children, daughters. This is also after a tube tie and reversal. Poof! Triplets. And just a short three years afterward: Four More - and I do not mean years for a President.

I know most people reading this have already become familiar with my stance on ILLEGAL immigration or you are discovering for the first time how I despise the situation and think I am a racist moron. Regular readers: this is different than what I have written before. Offended Newbies: Piss Off and move to Mexico!

First, now that you have a bit of background on the story you should read it for yourself:

(http://www.latimes.com/news/local/la-me-quadruplets28jul28,0,931508.story?page=1&track=tothtml)

The twist to the story that needs to be shared or pointed out is the way that Angela’s sisters made it. The way they moved onto Lexington Kentucky and are fluent in English, have applied and received citizenship, have kept the baby count low, own homes and businesses. There success.

Angela’s sister said, "We're in a state where there's nothing but Americans. The police control the streets. It's clean, no gangs. California now resembles Mexico — everyone thinks like in Mexico. California's broken."

Angela’s seventeen year old daughter who went to visit her Aunts, Uncles, and Cousins in Kentucky was shocked at how different it was. Kelly was confused that there was ‘barely one’ Spanish speaking radio station and that there was no Spanish newspapers. She was blown away and befuddled by the big words her Kentucky family used. She is quoted as saying that her 7 year old cousin has a higher reading level than her and speaks far better English. She also didn’t understand why none of the Hispanic teen age girls she met were not already taking care of at least one baby. Kelly thought it was very, very weird and exclaimed, "The girls right here in Los Angeles are like in Mexico. There are girls that are 14, they got kids."

So what is the big deal? Right? We need to embrace the unification of diversity. We need to let our country become a balkanized multicultural bastion for non assimilated isolationists living with a peasant mentality that drains our coffers.

I will try my damndest to not let that happen.

There are hard working immigrants that end up going about things the right way at some point during their journey to becoming a stable citizen here in America.

Unfortunately, most are not doing what Angela’s sisters have done. Most are just like Angela.

Angela’s 20 year old daughter is a high school drop out who makes dolls for Disney.

In a speech from 1907 Theodore Roosevelt said:

“In the first place we should insist that if the immigrant who comes here in good faith becomes an American and assimilates himself to us, he shall be treated on an exact equality with everyone else, for it is an outrage to discriminate against any such man because of creed, or birthplace, or origin. But this predicated upon man’s becoming in very fact an American, and nothing but an American … There can be no divided allegiance here. Any man who says he is an American, but something else also, isn’t an American at all. We have room for but one flag, the American flag, and this excludes the red flag, which symbolizes wars against liberty and civilization, just as much as it excludes any foreign flag of a nation to which we are hostile … We have room for but one language here, and it is the English language … and we have room for but one sole loyalty and that loyalty is to the American people.”

If you still haven’t clicked the link and read all three pages of the story then you should right now.

It won’t take you long. You need to read the whole damn thing.

Really think about what the story is saying, what the people are saying, and what the reporter is saying with how he says things.

In case your too lazy to scroll:

(http://www.latimes.com/news/local/la-me-quadruplets28jul28,0,931508.story?page=1&track=tothtml)

Read, Damn It!

Monday’s mask will soon be revealed. What is underneath the mask …

Hello, Friday! I guess I am going to take a stab at headline updates and then waltz my way over to what is, or should be, the big National Story today. This will be the current events merry-go-round and I will jump of the ride for the big story.

I have been writing numerous pieces per post day, so if you are only checking out one story on Mon - Wed - Fri then, chances are, you are missing at least one other story.

Hellz Wind Staff …

I started my day checking a bit of e-mail and viewing some of the headlines that AOL was offering up as news. At the bottom of the page was a picture of my hot mama lust bucket. Hello Cindy Sheehan! She is so hot! She has used insurance money from her son’s valiant death to become a mini real estate tycoon in, of all places, Crawford Texas. Cindy has purchased five acres adjacent to President Bush’s ranch. Can you imagine waking up every morning for the rest of your life and going out into the day to ride the ranch and upon reaching the perimeter of your property you get to see that fat ass whiney rambling delusional bitch screaming at you? It would be enough to hang yourself. Get a rope.

This led me to the serial killer twin contest. Have you seen pictures of Bill Bradford (http://www.latimes.com/news/local/la-072706photographer,0,7755159.story?coll=la-home-headlines) or Robert Charles Brown (http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,206053,00.html). Bill Bradford is on death row in California. Recently the evidence boxes were being sorted and moved and numerous (over fifty) photographs were re-discovered. They were all of young girls apparently posing for this amateur photographer and fledgling serial killer. The photos were made public in hopes of identifying the women and determining if Bradford had killed more than just the two women he is convicted of killing. Robert Charles Brown is a Colorado killer who is claiming to have killed 49 women which would put him one over the tally of the ’Green River Killer’, Gary Ridgway. Some think the all time record of mutilation goes to Henry Lee Lucas but a lot of his confessions and claims turned out to be false. Either way, Bradford and Brown look bizarrely similar and I found this as funny as I find their actions disturbing.

Not quite comparably disturbing is the apparent cover up of ’Holier than Thou’ Mel Gibson and his run in with the police on Pacific Coast Highway shortly after two this morning (http://www.cnn.com/2006/SHOWBIZ/Movies/07/28/gibson.dui/index.html). When pulled over for speeding the officer had smelled alcohol on Mel’s breath. He was then arrested for ’suspicion of driving under the influence’. He was detained for a few hours and then was released on 5,000 dollars bail. Unless you exceed twice the legal limit of 0.08% Blood Alcohol Content or it is a multiple offense you are not detained with the requirement of release upon payment of bail. Either he was plowed or he has done this before, either way negating the preface of ’suspicion’. Let’s just call it D.U.I. People make mistakes and can change. I know fully of what I speak. My complaint, or ’suspicion’, is of the charges not the actions or the character of the man being charged.

While we are talking about charges, I got a charge out of Emanuel Cleaver Jr. (http://www.house.gov/cleaver/index.shtml). His ‘taint ranting was found to be especially humorous by many but the joke I have not heard about the ramblings of this Missouri Congressman was his use of the word ‘taint. He meant it to be a play on words between ‘tainted’ and ‘it ain’t’ - taint. I know taint to be something completely different. Other words I would use would be ‘grundle’, ‘chode’, or ‘sweet spot’. This is how the Congressman used it:

“They claim 5.4 [million] new jobs. That's true, except that's after losing 2.7[million]. So we actually have a 2.7 [million] job gain. Tain't enough. $5.15 minimum wage? Tain't enough! Five-percent of the containers are actually being looked at in this country? Tain't enough! I'm telling you, we have 202 Democrats in the House. Tain't enough! Fifty-four [sic--forty-four] senators in the United States Senate. Tain't enough! I'm telling you, America is ready to get enough, and the only way we can get enough is to go into a new direction.”

These are the words of a United States Congressman.

We are in a World of hurt if this is who could possibly be representing us on any level.

The last story to be mentioned would be the surplus of names that are to be found on the memorial for the victims of 9-11. It would appear that they have an extra forty-five names (http://news.aol.com/topnews/articles/_a/fake-names-feared-on-911-memorial/n20060728194209990008?cid=2194). I think that is very, very frightening. I hope the extra names do not include Cindy Sheehan, Bill Bradford, Robert Charles Brown, Mel Gibson, or Emanuel Cleaver Jr. I hope that they did include Eugueni Kniazev, a Siberian immigrant who was killed in the attacks. Three years after his death immigration officials declared him a citizen. They were unaware that he was deceased. This is a loophole that should not be tolerated. Let’s hope his name did not slip through a hole in the planning of the memorial.

There is one little tid bit that really, really peeved me today. Let me start by saying the ‘Over-the-Top Politically Correct’ world, lingo and requirements of interaction really piss me off. The World is NOT politically correct and will never be, so the perfect world people should pack up and stop bitching or insisting on the use of language that tends to be muted, over simplified, and incorrect. It really confuses the thesaurus society as they are already using incorrect words. There is a man in Orange County California named Bob Slater. He runs a ‘multi-cultural arts series’ at the San Juan Capistrano Library. Yes, the same San Juan known for the missions and the swallows. His wife recently passed away and he wrote brief blurb about it on the flier for the library’s upcoming events. He referred to it as his ‘life-partner’ ‘transcending’. Are we really that stupid and pretentious and up tight that we can’t just say ‘wife’ and ‘dead’ or ‘died’? Ok, I understand that the man is experiencing a loss, I will be gentle. What really pissed me off was the fact that he talks about racism and sexism and all the other isms as being “dated ideas based on fear” and then refers to his view point and his deceased wife’s as a “Vision of a Better World” - the capitals are his doing. When you look inside the pamphlet to see what entertainment will be performing at the library you find a list of six acts. One of them is Chris Hillman (of Byrds fame) with Herb Pedersen. There is one act from Africa known as Thomas Mapfumo and Black Spirits. The other four are Latino acts. I guess having an almost all Hispanic music agenda is considered diverse and multi-cultural. Such a sad World.

I was debating writing about the penis painter from the Australian Sex Festival whose name was Pricasso but I will refrain from further details.

Ok. I have exorcised the headlines.

The priest has dropped the Holy Water. The crucifix is back in it’s leather sheath.

Now it is time to hit the real story, the one that has probably not escaped L.A. yet.

Maybe I will wait til the a.m. to pound it out.

Either way, until Monday …

I wanted to even things out in my folder.

This could leave me typing in two’s.

I am reading a lot these days. I have walked out through the garden of 19^th century Russian literature and down the flag stone garden rows of beat creation.

I like writing this political drivel. It leaves me at ease. Able to express myself beyond the ballot box and not suck up the eye rolls as if they were sushi luncheon.

Lemonade burns the chest far too much like the sauce. Burn, baby burn, Heartburn inferno!

I do not have any sort of ‘reflux’ disease. The only things of ‘GERT’ I know revolve around the film E.T.

I hold my breath in Turkish baths in hopes that my lungs clear up as I know the sinus does.

I love a Finnish Sauna - which is much different than what we have come to know here.

I hate L.A.

I despise people.

New York is nice enough when the moons fall just right.

San Francisco isn’t half bad either if the washing is out of the way.

I seethe over the concept of fishing but I crave a burger joint.

Top down and trays touched tight. Nothing beats a root beer right!

And all the girls of gawked and gazed.

Done away by peel outs and metal music from other days as the rap fights on and the burgers go away for some other taste of other days and all that never once could be in thoughts of comprehension, me, that always new the end would soon be near.

Something told me to keep on with the ‘keep on’.

Til Friday, when days come with more salt …

Bounce around the sterno. A pu-pu platter in the making. I feel like teriyaki beef, on a skewer, dancing the blue flame. Pass over the rangoons and the sweet and sour mama. I am here and the sterno is hot.

Ok. I promised a big ol’ nasty one subject mamma jamma. It has become a multi tasked mega post once again. If I could just stay away from ‘bonus’ footage maybe I could focus my attention. Focused indeed, the scope has focus.

I’m a bad mamma jamma. Just as fine as I can be.

I should be watching the amazing Morgan Spurlock's "30 Days" (http://www.freerepublic.com/focus/f-news/1670856/posts). I remember fondly of sitting in a drunken stupor, when I did those things, watching his first documentary of societal commentary. I laughed a lot. Even in a stupor, of un-questionable magnitude, I guffawed at what was presented as scary facts that we need to pay attention to so much that it will cause change across the world. Before watching the film, I was quite aware that eating nothing but McDonald’s for thirty days was bad. I knew while watching the film that it was horrible. I knew that sitting there, once the film was done, that it would be catastrophic to eat McDonalds’s (in case you lost what we were talking about).

Has anyone, in the entire history of McDonald’s, or any other fast food organization, thought that eating processed food for eternity is good? Even just a week? I didn’t think so.

If you think it to be good then I should refer you to any state psych ward in running order since the federalized shut down in the '80's.

He is debuting a fab episode of ‘30 Days’ on FX. Instead of him enduring 30 days on bizarr-o, he lets others jam it in their orifice instead. Tonight is a Mohave Desert resident named Frank Jorge. He spent 30 days living with an ILLEGAL immigrant family in Los Angeles. It did not go well. The intro to the show leads of with Jorge as a ‘Anti-Immigrant Vigilante Minute Man’. That is a pretty dark light to lead out from. Can you imagine yourself in those shoes? Nope. I didn’t think so.

Even the eldest ILLEGAL child's social studies teacher rips the evil 'minute man' a new asshole on 'Bring Your Minute-Man to School' day.

I am looking forward to watching the program but was unable to watch it tonight. I hope they do not stop making VCR’s.

LANCE BASS IS GAY!

One of the stories that I am laughing at today, one that really makes me smile, is that of the man known as Marlon Brando who allegedly tried to suffocate his girl with the forced swallowing of a cell phone (http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/10594017/). Yes, you heard that right. Marlon Brando Gil is in deep shit and I hardly doubt that calling ‘Stella’ will save him. The poor Missourian’s woman had gone to the emergency with that damn technical cyst stuck in her gizzard.

I would love to be that man without criminal charges. Just for a minute - if charges pursue; if not - longer.

She is not even sure what happened since she was three times legal limit upon entering the E.R. I used to drink a lot. Either you are a drunk at 3X legal limit or you are really, really fat and high on meth.

LANCE BASS IS GAY!

Andrea Yates knew nothing of the last couple of things I mentioned but she knows well enough to dupe a jury (http://www.cnn.com/SPECIALS/2001/yates/). She was going to the same place anyhow and even though I had mention of someone today say 'that they thought she was still in the original trial' made me stop, blink, and wonder. No she is going for the ‘criminal gold’ thanks to Dr. Law and Order. Thanks Buddy!

Should I bring up the gender stereotype and feminism contradictions and hypocrisies that go along with this verdict? Should I throw on the bathing cap and dive in deep? Make the pool a bit less shallow. The dive has begun.

Stab that bitch to death with tailor’s pins!

LANCE BASS IS GAY!

Sadaam would prefer to be traipsed before the firing squad as opposed to the intricacies of hanging. Are we really listening to and recording this bullshit? Really, we are taking death requests from non convicted alleged genocide and war crimes defendants? Is this the real world? Wake me up!!!!!

I say we draw and quarter the bastard while he is on fire, coated with water resistant napalm jelly, while he is drowning, but that is me.

I grew up near Salem, MA … trials are unethically on my side.

LANCE BASS IS GAY!

And the gardens, the farms, of South L.A. scream the same unethical torture. Give me a friggin’ break. The protestors that hung around the court room doors, after the judge ruled that the real estate deal between Horowitz and the City of Los Angeles was legit, screamed, “We Can’t Eat Pavement!”. Representatives of the plaintiffs (i.e. - the farmers reps) stated that they wanted to know how much the check to the judge was as the judge made so many 'favorite' calls of ruling that the defense did not even need a lawyer.

(http://www.southcentralfarmers.com/)

Poppycock! Indeed!

LANCE BASS IS GAY!

Such a mad world we live in and tend to try to delve into more than we do. Mad, I say, mad!

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And that brings me to Hillary’s bust. Have you seen it? Are you thinking’ the same sexual thoughts of need and desire that Sharon Stone is pining?

(http://corner.nationalreview.com/post/?q=MDRhZjBkYzdkNGNhNTRiNjI0YjUzZmVjMGZkMDI0MmU)

Go check it out and guffaw, drool , or goo. Do what you need to and then think of 2008 … I dare you.

LANCE BASS IS GAY!

I am disgusted at the California Governor’s statement towards the word’ invasion’ being one of racism and prejudice.

I want to throw up at him stating his flip flop on 187.

I had a nice night with my lady and a Persian man who drank whiskey, bourbon to be precise.

He was in his 40’s.

He has lived here since he was 12.

Yet another Iranian who despises what has fallen on the lap of the Middle East but does not think of it in democratic ways.

He even longs of an Iran from long ago.

One that helps him through his glass of bourbon.

LANCE BASS IS GAY!

I am sure there is another Spurlock documentary of the obvious coming out soon ...

This is a letter submitted by Rhonda Rose as testimony to Colorado Congressman Tom Tancredo as to how ILLEGAL immigration is affecting her and thousands of others:

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‘I live in a world where I do not count. I am not a minority. I am poor. I do not have coalitions rallying for what I feel is important. I do not have news reporters writing about poor me. But I have views, I vote, I pay taxes, and I know there are millions of Americans just like me. I live next to a shelter built by politicians who are afraid to have an opinion about closing the border. Daily, 1,500 illegal aliens visit that shelter. It was supposed to keep those poor people from urinating and defecating on the streets. It did not. Now, if I were to defecate on the streets, I would be fined.

My home and vehicles have been broken into twenty-two ties in five years. I stopped calling the police each time they do now, because they do not come anyway. Instead, we bought a gun. We scared off the last illegal alien trying to steal our truck. He knew enough English to say ‘sorry’ as we pointed the gun at him. Three months later, we still have a towel over the smashed driver’s seat window. Not too long ago a car ran into the rear end of my car. The policeman came and said I would have to wait while he called for backup. My baby was screaming. The police had no film in the camera. The back up policemen had no fingerprinting ink or film. The illegal alien who had hit me said ‘sorry’ as he walked away. He was free to go. I was free to pay the deductible on my car repairs and the chiropractic bill for my children and myself. If I drove without insurance and hurt someone or their possessions, I would be forced to pay the damages.

My husband works six days a week as a framing contractor. He pays FICA, Social Security, State taxes, Federal taxes, general liability insurance, workman’s comp insurance and probably other’s I do not know about. His workman’s comp just skyrocketed from $5,000 to $23,000 a year. Now, I ask you, where am I going to come up with the extra $23,000? We had no claims. Should I take it from my food budget? My home insurance costs me $100 more annually because I live in a border state. How long before Kansas becomes a border state?

I have no medical insurance and have had no medical insurance for years. I cannot afford it. At thirty-three I got cancer. My doctor told me to go to the hospital. I do not remember how to spell the State’s medical system, since they declined me anyway. My husband’s company had no profits for six months due to theft. Without studying my receipts, I was declined. Interestingly, hundreds of illegal aliens standing in line were being given food stamps and medical care. They did not have Social Security numbers; they did not speak English.’

***

My Mother went through the same problem here in Southern California back in the late ‘90’s.

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‘My Son cries through the night because his arms and legs hurt. He has cried for almost seven years. They do not know what is wrong with him.’

~~~

This excerpt from Tom Tancredo interrupting the letter is to put further explanation towards the neglect of a child:

Rhonda and her husband were hesitant to take their Son to a doctor because they had no health insurance and couldn’t afford it. She went on to say, however, that when she had been forced to seek care at a local hospital emergency room, the staff doctor could not see them because there were so many illegals ahead of them. U.S. law forbids hospitals from turning away patients just because they can’t pay for care, regardless if they are in the country illegally. As such, illegal aliens regularly abuse the law. Since hospitals can only see so many people before they are overwhelmed, many U.S. citizens are prevented from receiving the care they so desperately need. Rhonda continued:

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‘Two years ago I announced to my family there would be no turkey for Thanksgiving. We would eat pasta and be thankful we are a family. My Catholic friend made arrangements for me to get a box of food from her church. I went reluctantly. I drove up in my broken old van. I saw a lot of new stickers on new Suburbans. My van was the worst vehicle there, and it hit that I was really poor.

I stood in line twne6ty minutes, amazed by the number of illegal aliens who could not show ID when they were asked. When it was my turn to show an ID, I was told to leave. There was not enough food fopr me to take a box. I looked around; there were boxes of food everywhere. For a minute I forgot; I did not count.

***

I just recently experienced how this feels last February, 2005, as I was asked to help my step- mother work her way through a pot luck- out of luck - church - charity- grocery bag things. My Dad waited outside in the beat up mini van as pushed through the snow banks to help her. I know it killed him. It was killing me. They yelled an screamed at her the whole time and she was definitely one of the people in need. It was a hard winter last year.

***

‘Our church, our pastors, reminds us to stay hopeful. I struggle to make sense of a system that has taken from me and given to those who have more than I do. Who will be my voice? Where is my coalition? I thought it was the leaders of America. I was wrong. They have sold me out, and millions like me. What is worse is that I do not know why.’

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This letter to Congressman Tancredo can be found on pages 103-105 of “In Mortal Danger” by Tom Tancredo.

This was something that touched me today as I read and I thought I would share it with those that need to know what is really going on in the World and throughout our Country …