How can one man hang is head low enough to auto kiss any ass that comes his way? Is there really an explanation to the choosing of the moniker "grapefruit"? Are we licking the heels of revolution's soul? Was there really a cigar poison plot when it comes to the big bearded wonder? Where's that moon studio again? American pilots and Japanese planes, right? ALL the white breast chicken meat comes from the tumor in South America that grows from the Earth, right?  Is there an Ashcroft anointment story? What about that Lincoln bedroom? And what did happen in Lincoln's bedroom and with who?  What about the infamous "Riverside" shows where the U.S. government released mental patients into the Dead shows back in the very infantile 80's? Urban legends and conspiracies run rampant throught the impressionable cerebrum of most young adults. Are these cultural thesis correct? Nine out of ten gravely throated bums sucking screw top wine disagree.

I dedicate this post to Gary. I will leave it at Gary. The nicknames and full names would confuse you. Gary is sufficient.

Gary is a 6'4", 140 lb. Jewish man living in Long Beach. Gary lives in the ghetto. He doesn't roll with Snoop Doggy Dog but one of his nick names is similair. His mini - van is painted in the Ethiopian flag colors. At least it is not Mexico. His dread locks pat his ass with a mangy "hello" every one or two strides from his sky scraper legs. His beard stretches and extends down to his navel in a pseudo Osama look.  Gary is a burnt out ol' hippie who started going to Dead shows in the early 70's but went full tour in the late 70's and early 80's. He is a modern physical marvel. No lard or raisins for this Rasta, he abides to the strict diet of scripture. To his credit he does store enormous amounts of data in that noggin of his. And he switched from the Dead to reggae - wait - what does that make him?

OK. Gary has lots of stories and fables. He also has lots of fact that sprigs and springs it's way up through the field of fertilizer that can sometimes haze and hue his tales. Just ask him about the ancient man that guards the hut in the Ethiopian desert that contains the lost ark. He knows it's there. Doesn't everyone? Nope. Only the 200 year old man that guards it ever so efficiently with divine superscedence.

The best Gary story is one of lore's yarn. Some homies were sittin' on Gary's porch one day drinking a forty or two and passing time. As dusk approached, Gary came out and ask Homie 1 and Homie 2 if they would depart as it was getting late ...

You have to keep in mind this man is a community icon. He IS the crazy Jewish Rasta who lives in the 99% African American ghetto and runs a music studio from his house/commune and boarding house all while parking that crazy ass Rasta van in front of it. Balls. That one word says it enough until you think about what you would have to know and understand in order to assimilate into a neighborhood that was that filled with animosity and turmoil in regards to the White Jew Man of Suppression. He conjured respect. He needed not the talents of "Blue" Lou Marini.

... They simply said, " Hell, no!" and kept on talking, presumably of life in the 'hood. Gary asked again. They responded by asking if he liked his porch. They explained they would hate to see something happen to it, such as maybe a fire. I SWEAR THIS IS A REAL STORY. He says, "Ok". Gary leaves for a few moments and returns with a jug of gasoline and begins to dump it all over the porch that these two men were sitting on. The men stand up cursing and Gary throws a match down on the planks of porch all lined up and nailed into their places as floor boards, soaked in gasoline. Talk about demonstration. The porch begins to glow as the men flee screaming how crazy Gary is. Gary then extinguishes the porch flame. All said and done the men left.

Gary stood tall and proud and in the face of adversity spat into it's eyes and asked for a good Cleveland Steamer. There's something to be said about a man who knows what he likes.

Reminds me of another man or two this piece should be dedicated to as well. Make that five and add a woman for six. My top six Massively Influential  People of Persuasion through Insanity. These are officially in NO order.

Ok so it should be easy right? No order! Ha! Someone reading this will get pissed. I revolve and rotate and they will spew out just fine and chances are only one will be the wiser.

I knew a man named 610 Jones, aka The Zone, aka Zone. 610's Christian name was Geoff. A pure bred genius. Multiple degrees led to a collegiate break down during his dual Masters ambition that ceased when he was in his very early twenties, I think it actually was twenty. Triple Bachelors from Berkeley. Saw the Dead in Egypt at the pyramids. Ran with the Hell's Angels and toured with the Beastie Boys. He was the man who you could ask ANYTHING. After a triple bachelor's in varying arrays of chemistry there wasn't much you couldn't find out from him. IQ off the charts. Sometimes he slept in his car. He was a chef, a lumberjack, a yoga instructor, a landscaper, a proof reader, a fisherman, a butcher, a drifter. He was my last American mad man. The one who tells you about everything that connected your feeble and youthful attempts to stretch out into reality all while you wondered what was missing. He connected your dots.

"Hey, Zone, Why do the neutrons in the chemical reaction ...", He knew the answer. He surfed, dived, lived, breathed, and had the deepest and most soulful heart of any man I have ever known. He knew everything and anything. 610 is now bed ridden most days. They aren't sure. Maybe Chronic Fatigue or Fibro Mayalsia. They ruled out MS. Lord, keep in touch the man who knows everything and conveyed it as such in a way we all believed. God save 610 Jones!

The natural progression from surreal to meta physical to spiritual to philosophical to flammable to out of control is how I will proceed. And yes it is as large as six. So be it. It is as it is. It works if you work it. I must breath and not choke too hard on my laughter.

My tour from Long Beach to Long Beach (CA to MA) leads us to the Island of Staten. I have a friend out there. She is the most humble of women until her hair is kinked. She is my Sicilian ass queen. She knows it. She also lays out a shortcake of theological emphasis that are to be devoured upon each contact. From her ever present road of Catholicism to the super natural world of ethereal connections and to the more mediocre of the sciences the Numerology and Zodiac divisions. This woman is a spiritual WORKHORSE. The velvet blood of Christ's thorns run through this woman; she knows the spirit of everything. No hokey kook. She IS the real thing. Her name is Caramia and she is the most true to root hippie slash spiritualist that I know, even when she screams Lou Reed lyrics out windows while driving through Manhattan on the way to Hell's Kitchen at one a.m. on a Sunday morning she understands the foreboding realism of what is there and how to take it. A bit emotional but the best if you are.

I went to a church out on the Island with her and she took me into, what my agnostic ass thought was a creepy and ritualistic, shrine of Christ at a local church. I will never forget the bent over dying Italian woman who was marveling over the plasticine toes of Christ that were there in front of her as plain as any ashtray or coffee mug her kid made for her in ceramics growing up. I still remember all of the "Saint Shrines" that were outside this temple of Christ. Red candles mean alot when you burn inside. The fire is uncontainable.

The MOST uncontainable soul I know is that of my boss. His name is Ray. He is an empathetic nightmare. He feels the whole world. Not just as it effects him but as his psyche and soul consume the feelings and energy that are put off around him. He went to MIU (Maharishi Mahesh Yogi International University in Iowa) in the early eightie's. Ray is the most soul open person I know. Another mix of everything important but Ray stands out. I could never say anything bad about him and he'll even talk politics with me. A genuine man who offers nothing more than being able to show you, if even for just a minute, what is going on and how you should deal with it. The rest is up to you and that is clear by his avoidance of already addressed issues. Pure genius!

Two more to go and the purge is done. There is something to be said about people that have effected you and may not know it and come creeping out of the woodwork to say hello. Two more to wave "hi" to.

Ron Gorman was the man. He was stationed in Japan during Vietnam. He smoke. He drank. He had a honey back home. Ron was afraid of the war and even more afraid of it when he came home. He had something silly like 7 kids. He came home to the super market job that he had had when he had left for the big jungle. He stocked shelves. I worked with Ron on the graveyard shift for almost two years. Six days a week, all union, eight hours, stocking those shelves and drinking coffee in the morning to go off and pretend we were people participating in society. When I knew Ron, he no longer smoked or drank.

 Ron quit smoking because he could feel the wheeze. They weight on his chest. The dying lung jacket. The weight killed him. He stopped drinking on his own, long after the smoking. Ron, while sleeping in a hotel near the market he worked in, would wake up to an alarm, every two hours to drink shots of vodka and peppermint schnapps just to sleep. I knew Ron when he was crazy sober and his entire reality was consumed by dealing with reality and processing those who did you wrong (he was already sober 20 years so it was more an issue of personality and less of program - he did not go to meetings). There was a HUGE sense of right and wrong with this man; more so than any other person I have ever met. He was verbal. He got in trouble. He would call people Jack Mack in jest - it was a reference to a Jack Mackerel can in his aisle at work. He was Ron. He was mad. He was loud. He made me think. He was Ron. I hope he is still with us.

One man left, that I know is with us, is the inevitable fool. The jester that I have laughed at seizing. I have watched him vomit on cars of Vermont hippie tourists from the backseat windows of cars that I rode in with him. I watched him stumble through the streets of San Ysidro, only to hug me upon arriving at the Jack in the Box. This is a man that gave a kaleidoscope to Jerry Garcia, backstage at a show. Tim. He has done some time. He might be doing some as I write this. He is a head to the death. I watched him try to shop lift Reese's Pieces while at a 7-11 that was part of a mission that was book ended by a house filled with candy. Needless to say I buckled him in that night four times. Departure, arrival, departure, arrival. No more belt.

He was a masterpiece. Someone who showed you not only old tricks but also showed you what it was like to be the one with the short end of the stick. Yuck! No one wants that. He was a writer. For a blink he was my hero. The I opened my eyes and saw - Yuck! He wasn't a writer. He was a fifty year old drug addict with no career just the hoosgow. God hates the hoosgow.

I think there was a good rant of story telling as well as a bunch of hidden secrets. I just commented to someones blog and revealed my three mantras. They are as follows:

Things have a way of working out.

I'm over it.

 I am not here to save the world but rather to save myself.

That last one may seem selfish but they are true and blue. The freedom and acknowledgement they supply, when taken for what they are, is truly life changing. They are simple and true.

Double back the neck of some horn jazz with the turkey gobbling and the loose movement held together tighter than ever with brethren sobriety. Rock on appropriately when Monday grabs you by the balls ...

Walking through life can be very dim at times. Not bright. Not smart. Just dim. Makes you wonder how a mint julep would have tasted actually next to Tennessee Williams. How the clawed Siberian walls must have smelled like to Dostoevsky. What a rifle recoil really felt like to Hemmingway.  What made Shel Silverstein laugh. What's blasphemy to Mel Ash? Then the world brightens upon one turn of a phrase. A change of thought. A snicker at what's to come. Then came the quote. "Join the company of lions rather than assume the lead among foxes", Talmud, Aboth (IV,20).

Mark Belling (Belling.com) is an AM radio host in Milwaukee. He occasionally fills in for Rush Limbaugh. Mr. Belling is one of the better replacements out of Rush's top four normal stand-ins. He was talking about the Hillary Ticket that could be a possibility in 2008 as well as the fumble and bumble known as John McCain. The point of the "Condi Ticket" came up and it was discussed how she could have a true fighting run against anyone that she would be up against. The hypnotic beats of "Satumaa" (a Finnish Tango) come rushing to my head. A Rice presidency. I had heard the idea of course thousands of times before between friends and media but it was never presented like it was today by Mr. Belling.

Vice President Cheney steps down and Bush appoints the almighty Rice to V.P. Then in 2008 Ms. Rice can run her way into the big chair in the White House as an incumbent of sorts. Interesting bed fellows this game makes. It would certainly get rid of McCain as well as buy, steal, and seal the black vote. One wonders what will actually go down.

If McCain runs on and doesn't get the party's backing will he switch to independent? Will he be the new Perrot to let in another friggin' Clinton? What is it with the Clinton/Independent connection? We ALL know the Clinton ticket is the darling for the Democrats in 2008, right? Who else? There is no one else and that is a shame. If you say  Feinglold I am going to throw up and then slap you. He is not postured enough nationally, certainly not as much as Ms. Bubba Rodham. Hillary is not an effective leader and will not be able to hold to the double back commitments that she has made while slowly working her way into that '08 spotlight.

The smart choice for the Democrats and for the Independents that will lean and vote left would be Barrack Obama. But he is going to want a four year build up after 2008. It is actually in Obama's best interest to have a Republican win in '08 and then fight to make that a one term extension as opposed to a four term dynasty and taking the whole pie back to the DNC tree fort in 2012. MMMMM. Pie!

If you are a concerned, straight ticket voting, all about the party Republican then you better watch (I mean with both eyes wide open in stare, not just a wink out of the peripherals) Barrack Obama. And Mr. Kennedy that has NOTHING to do with Osama Bin Laden.

I personally rather mourn the death of a fallen hero instead of twiddle my thumbs over the subject of the election in two years (I need something to distract as I want to SCREAM about ILEGALL immigration). At the age of 74 Bernard Lacoste has left this fabulously over complex sphere of mediocre enlightenment. This mad man of innovation has touched each and everyone of us at least once in our lifetimes. We can thank that cleverly stitched and maniacally placed crocodile that adorns numerous clothing lines, as well as Izod, to him. If you have a polo shirt that isn't Ralph Lauren and doesn't have a cheap tawdry tiger on it then it is a result of this clever man's ability to globalize his logo for all of the marketing world to splendor in. Ahhhh , Fashion is great!

On the cover of this month's Cosmopolitan (April 2006) we find a shot of Linsay Lohan in pink. The title caption exclaims that Lindsay  "Sets the Record Straight". She has a record? Did I miss something? Maybe Lindsay Lohan should run for president as an independent and take the vote. Break those party lines Lindsay! You can do it better than Hillary!

One of our Presidents that we revered as one of the WORST is James Buchanan. He is thought of to be one of the main reasons that led to the growing tensions that led to the Civil War. On his death bed Buchanan, who wanted his presidency to be redeemed by history, said, "Oh, Lord Almighty, as thou wilt!". That is the extent of my speculation into '08 and damn it that's ok for now. I just want to get through the ones in the fall!

What makes one dim? Is it lack of: commitment, curiosity, caution, continuity, charisma, courage, chaos, clandestine calamity, condescension, conceit, cleverness, cognizance? Or is it just a lighting condition? On Friday I may have to vent on ILLEGAL immigration again or maybe it is reserved for a bonus weekly subject; until resolved. I leave with another lick of my Talmud, "Sheep follow sheep" (Talmud, Ketuboth "62") ...

Rain all day and all day more walk outs. Arrests, violence, false accusations and nonsensical gibberish ala the Jabberwocky were the rain drops that fell along side the normal wet ones of water. All day gray. All day simply cold and wet. All day miserable.

I didn't write my normal Monday night piece as I came down with a horrible case of Mexi-nitis. I had a fever (use that E.R.), my tongue was tied and I spoke in foreign tongues (refusal to immerce into the newly "embraced" culture!), and of course a ridiculous round robin of defense and word twists ala twizzle sticks came dribbling out from my verbal orifice (which I was told is what I am to sound like when I stand up to speak for my people). Damn that Monday Mexi-nitus! I figured with the ILLEGAL immigration stakes rising I would chime in once more for thrice.

Today for the fifth day of protest 11,000 students walked out of L.A. area schools. That was one third the turn out yesterday. It must have been today's rain right? Or was it the new Senate legislation to offer "Earned Citizenship"? Or maybe the whole thing was just beginning to cheapen itself? The whole movement began to fringe and fray on the outer edges and some of that spilled it's way into the main effort. Some classic notes and descrepancies are as follows:

Today President G.W. Bush made his "big" interview regarding immigration (of any variety) was on  CNNEspanol. Bush wants nothing less than a "guest worker" bill.

8,000 of the 11,600 were strictly L.A. Unified School District. With 2,000 of them were from the Valley.

Yesterday there were a few scenes of rowdy behavior but today we get multiple truancy infractions as well as legitimate arrests. Three students, part of a larger group that were screaming "white European devils" as well as "California IS Mexico", were arrested today on charges of assaulting a peace officer, disturbing the peace, and loitering and lynching (lynching meaning to incite riot but lynching is the verbiage of the ordinance). As far as truancy charges are concerned the L.A. area officers will be enforcing the ordinance from here on out and there will be a letter sent home to the parents. I am assuming it will be in spanish or maybe we can waste more state funds and resources by sending a translator with every copy to give it the more humane feel only achieved through the intimacy of verbal exchange and translation.

Each student costs their respective school of attendance $28.13 in state funding for each day missed. Yet the teachers union has exclaimed that the "Protests are great!" Am I in the twilight zone? No, wait; it is as Ken Champeau (Jon and Ken Show 640 am L.A., KFI640.com) described it, "Amnesty Land".

Latino activists were mumble jumbled together to form the quote about "awakening a sleeping lion". The actual bread winner for that one would be Nativo Lopez. Nativo sat on the Santa Ana School Board but was asked to step down because of some of his viewpoints and radical answers to the immersion question. Mr. Lopez has stated that children should remain isolated and learn in Spanish not English. His quote went more like, "a sleeping giant has been shaken and begins to awaken". The Hispanic Dr. Suess. Other activists at the press conference today in regards to the student walk outs rallied other sayings such as, "Today we march, tomorrow we vote." and also referred to the United States as having a form of anti Latino Apartheid in effect as we speak. The Minute Men were referred to as "domestic terrorists" and claims of tortures and deaths were cast to and fro hoping to stick to the voluntary border patrol's hands. By the way if you haven't listened to the Nativo Lopez audio clip that I link to in the post at the beginning of this trilogy, you should go back and listen to it now.

The figures from Saturday's L.A. rally were a bit confused too. Latino activists herald the turnout at 1.5 million people. L.A.P.D. estimates it at more like 200,000. The media reports for the most part have said 500,000. Such a giant leap, such a huge array of technicolor fibs and white lies. 200 vs 1.5 = BIG DIFFERENCE!

McCain's mountain of malarkey, aka "earned citizenship", really my friends, is a joke. Who will fund the excessive staffing budgets that will need to be met or exceeded in order to fund the back tax collection, background checks, and English tests? I hope not me but I know different.

12 Million ILLEGAL immigrants are here now. If McCain's "earned citizenship" goes through it will literarily soak the country to the bone. The number could rise to 35 million in just ten years. We can not afford to import poverty with no cap or limit and expect to survive on a global - fiscal playing field. Plus with opportunity abound the current workers made legal will now not be competing with the mythical "American who won't do that job" but rather the "new" illegal immigrant who will gladly under cut his brethren. Such a shame!

As walk out ers decided walking into 75 mph on coming traffic in the rain on the freeway was safe, the rest of us can breathe easy because no one was hurt. I guess they were lucky or maybe the advanced math schooling that they were taking full advantage of for the past week helped them calculate the safety zone for the skid conditions indicative to wet weather. Which do you think?

I wish the milkman would deliver my milk in the morning.

If things keep up we will be bringing back the milkman for sure. It appears it is one of those jobs Americans won't do so they gave up on the art.  Along with lawn mowing, kid caring, and meal preparation. MMMMM. I get along just fine doing all of those things for myself. Maybe we should all think of how we contribute to the downward spiral we are ALL on the precipice of.

I guess this "white European devil" is done for at least a day or two about this subject but watch it flare up. It's gonna fire tongue curly cue flare up and not even cream will let you sit down. Boys and Girls the fire will get hotter. Do not fan it; fight it!

Sitting down quite comfortably as I wonder what will take my mind off of this subject and move on for a post or two. Hopefully it is a good day tomorrow; maybe it will just rain again. Wednesday IS hump day, woo hoo! ...

 

Today was the 500,000 participant rally held to day at City Hall in Los Angeles. Were they protesting prophetic cheese sandwiches? Were they up in arms defending the Easter Bunny? Or ... Where they speaking up in the defense of Mary Winkler? Nope they want all Latinos in the U.S. to be legal American citizens. As usual their quotes and clarity end up in the crazily incorrect category at the very least. But they chanted and preached in Spanish with undying zeal. This will be a long fight.

I knew that tonight's bonus would be all about ILLEGAL immigration the second I heard the first reports today on the radio live from the big event. But I did not realize how short it would end up being and how different it would be scripted until I was grocery shopping tonight.

While searching for a fresh french baguette and some brie I walked right by a man who semi-waved at me but I was pretty oblivious on my hunt for brie. When I found my brie and then began to double back down the back isle in search of a sweet chewy baguette I ran into the same man again who stopped me and smiled. He put out his hand and his face came into focus for the first time since this game of passerby had begun. He had recently worked for a furniture company near my place of employment. I build pianos. I would give him tips on how to use sanding sealer or what ratio to thin down laquer. He was always right down the alley waving and smiling as we would make eye contact while doing our jobs.

He's now working doing something with "chickens, you know". That's what he said. His English is better now than it was when we worked just a few doors down from each other. I smiled and said that was great. We shook hands once more as we departed each others brief company.

When I was ordering my cheese and cold cuts at the deli I saw him walk out with his bags and he waved.

I understand the illegal immigrant - work force - American dream  three way that we are all now subject to weigh in on. I have respect for people who bust there ass to get here, bust their ass while their here, learn the culture and the language but still hold on to their heritage and traditions, live good clean lives that are honest, and respect the priveledge that IS being American. All of us born here tend to take it for granted. I am not saying the U.S. is THE best place on Earth to live, but it is in the top ten. We are granted many rights as a privilege of our birth. Immigrants are granted the privilege of those rights through hard work and many legal channels but many rewards and much, much pride.

Why again are we going to under cut what it means to be an American. First through lack of appreciation and the second by rewarding law breakers.

We can not just hand out citizen ship like it is Super market club card. That would be nothing more than derelict and defeatist.

Maybe one more bonus on Sunday but more likely a pant pisser on Monday fo' sho'! Weekend will end and I will type back ...

Southern California is nothing more then the simple seductive spiral of paisley. Glistening slightly like abalone shell in the sun and sometimes being as dull in sheen as the most faded pair of fall jeans. Since 1987 I have constantly found myself ending up here always by means of buying into the California "lifestyle" trap. How long was Lennon's "Lost Weekend" anyway, like eighteen months? Back and back again. I am too the point that when I leave next it will honestly be for good. Where I will go? Who knows but I do know some places I won't be going.

I won't be going to Mexico. But hopefully and if we are lucky soon ILLEGAL immigrants will be though. The current house bill that is moving on up is the fabulous little Sensenbrenner ILLEGAL Immigration bill. It wants to make being an ILLEGAL immigrants a felony, to finish the fence with the border of Mexico, and make it harder for employers to get a way with hiring ILLEGAL immigrants. The world is in an uproar! Streets have cracked open and swallowed up all of the outcomes of previous wars, battles, treatises, and purchases. Let's all just become Mexico! Don't worry none of this will happen as it needs to still be processed through the "bill process". "I am just a Bill, A lonely ol' Bill, and I'm sitting here on Capitol Hill ... I'll be a law someday!" If you don't like School House Rock or Primus you will never know what I am talking about. Anyway as it expediates through the "I wanna be a law" journey, during an election year, with a President who wants amnesty, and the two sided button lipped flip flop they all have these days: the bill at the very least will have some incredibly detrimental and mental  "guest worker" program. Let's call Sting and see if he can change the words, "Oh ho I'm a worker mang, I'm just a guest worker mang". Yes, oh yes, that seems to work out so much better!

Today in Huntington Park, CA over 500 hundred students walked out of high school classes  and took to the streets to protest the bill. It appears all of these ultra knowledgeable teens had plenty of cents to throw in on the topic of ILLEGAL immigrants. But let's go over the walk out first before the great quotes and references. As the "walk out" hit the streets the campus guards let 'em go and they had no teachers stopping them either. They were walking aimlessly to make the point and be heard. They text messaged and called friends at other schools who  "walked out" too to join the weaving river of freedom currents. They waved Mexican flags and carried balloons of Red, Green and White - the colors of Mexico. They chanted, "Viva la Mexico." On MTV's website they show a picture of four American flags being waved in order to show how evil and racist the Republicans are; Not letting these hard working American flag waving "guest worker"'s stay? Shame on you Republicans! By the way the four American flags were the size of the grave size mini's you see on Memorial Day or Veteran's Day. The Mexican flags were of the banner size variety something you would see a group waving at a soccer game! MMMMM.

When one proud Latino student was asked how all of the kids got out of class he responded with, "Who gives a fuck, we just got out!". This was the most articulate and well English versed out of all the audio clips I have heard. One other student said that he didn't think it fair that he would be a criminal for just talking to his "buddies without papers" and added, "that is sad". OK. One other said that they couldn't believe Bush would do this. Well Bush is Capt' Open Borders Hand Out the Amnesty himself. When asked if she knew what the bill proposed one girl looked at her friend and then responded, "No. I just want to stay here." Uh Huh. One response was that he was here to "do" his future, while another said they thought it unfair that we want to get rid of all the immigrants. She must have meant "workers". Blue collars unite! We should have a walk out on Monday. Silly girl you left out "guest". Or was it ILLEGAL? To even think these kids graduated to high school level schooling is truly an evident point that the education system in America is sadly defunct and inadequate. It's ok Chris Harris from MTV waits til the last paragraph of his online piece to use the word ILLEGAL. The kiddos are in good company!

From Hawaii to Rhode Island the news spread like "wild" fires. There were also marches in Atlanta and Phoenix. Tomorrow a huge rally is getting together to organize a boycott of Latino services if the bill is passed. What about the 500 truancy cases in Huntington Park? Break the law to tell everyone that you don't know the facts and have trouble with English to advocate and promote their family member's justification for breaking the law. Criminal begats criminal.

The CNN headline was "Huge Crowds March for Migrants 'American Dream'". Contrasted with the A.P. title which says ILLEGAL right in the title. Right as it should be. If you really want to see what the fire is about you must listen to what the leaders of the Latino community are saying. New York Assembly Man Felix Ortiz of the 51st Assembly District says"The proposed immigration bill is anti-American and directly disregards the lives of refugees, legal immigrants and many others.This is the time for all Americans to demand justice and respect for human rights. We all know that this country was built by the blood, sweat and tears of immigrants and the many generations of those first immigrants who contribute to what makes our country a great country. We cannot allow this bill to go any further. It must be defeated." OK. Wait did Ortiz once use the word ILLEGAL? No, Ok, I didn't think so. But he does use the catch phrase "anti - American" MMMMMMM. If you really want to hear an earfull go to: Click here: The John and Ken Show . Scroll down to the link to "Nativo Lopez - KFI is Racist". Just listen to what this esteemed Latino activist has to say about two guys continuously using the correct and proper terminology, which is "ILLEGAL immigrant". Listener discretion advised: some language may make you piss your pants laughing and then grow terribly and violently angry upon realizing what you have actually heard. Remember, put it in context it is about using the correct words. AHHHHHH, choosing words reminds me of last Sunday's post ...

Are we reliving Trafalgar:  a naval battle in 1805 off the southwest coast of Spain; the French and Spanish fleets were defeated by the English under Nelson (who was mortally wounded). It would appear as though we are to some but it does not appear that way to me. It is NOT a race war or domination. It is an issue of laws, that are already in place and have been for years, needing to be upheld and enforced. Simple is as simple does!

And so simple was the removal of the Easter display in St. Paul, Minn. "See you later Easter Bunny!" The non religious  Easter display that was placed in the City Council Hall by a secretary consisted of nothing more than a stuffed rabbit, some eggs, and a Happy Easter sign that was thrown together in a crafty way. It was taken down because it could be offensive to some, as it is a public place, and Easter is a religious holiday. MMMMM! Oh yes I recall the Book of Bunny in the Old Testament.! Thou shall not color thy eggs in multiple colors and create food coloring mud! Uh huh. The Easter bunny is as Jason Hoppin from the local Pioneer Press, "As for the Easter bunny, the disputed rabbit has its origin in pre-Christian beliefs in Europe, according to theological historians. The hare was the most fertile animal known and served as the pagan symbol of new life during the spring season. The rabbit and the related pagan symbolism of the egg later became incorporated into the widening Christian observance of the Easter holiday during springtime." I didn't think Pagans could be offended, or at least when they are they normally don't bitch about it, that's normally left for the atheists and agnostics. Bye, Bunny, Bye Bye.

Religion can drive you nuts! Believing, not believing both side are stuck with conundrums; but not all of them get there very own Jesus Christ Dry Wall! It seems that in Saraland, Alabama churchgoers assessing damage from hurricane Katrina at the Triumph Learning and Worship Centers for Life found some water damage in some bloated dry (or not so dry anymore) wall that resembles Jesus hanging on the cross. They even put a frame around it. You can only see it if you, as one parishioner said, look "through your spiritual eyes". MMMMMM. Pastor Ella Roberts says that, "many have been healed." OK. First grilled cheese with Mother Mary; now this. Hell my woman cut open a potato the other night while making beef stew and lo and behold there was a brown hollowed out rot symbol that in Chinese means "Heaven". Wow. I am DEAD serious she has it on E-Bay. Go see for yourself. God is truly everywhere. Uh Huh!

God was busy grilling cheese, saturating walls, and rotting ancient Chinese symbols out of potato innards while Mathew Winkler was murdered by his wife. This preacher was killed by the wife for unexplainable reasons in Tennessee, where they lived. Mary Winkler was found in Alabama with her three daughters who are now in the custody of Grandparents. I wonder was she going to the dry wall Jesus. Or was it diner and truck stop hunting to find the one who makes "the" grilled cheese. MMMMM. I hope Henry Winkler has nothing to do with this. AAAAAYYYYYYYY!

We all need a vent for our PDB's (Public Displays of Belief). Without a significant outlet, beyond church, the silly sheep go astray. If not they begin to find Jesus and God EVERYWHERE! Hillary Clinton just recently exclaimed that under the proposed bill that even Jesus would not have been allowed into America. Jesus Christ, Guest Worker; not Super Star? Something isn't right. Ban them all. Be done with the whole damn fight. Grow thicker skin. The whole world is not about you, you, you! Live and deal with it or ban it? I think that the Toothfairy should be next, let's ban her. She is probably collecting teeth for the Vatican so they can track people with the "gay" gene. Yeah, that's the ticket. While we're at it lets down Punxsutawney Phil as well as Cupid they are both holier than thou bastards tied in to the Oppressor somehow. Oh yeah Phil predicts the weather and God makes it. Coincidence? I think not.

Monday can't get here fast enough. My "this weekend" will be multi course but alas you do not know if you are bereft from the buffet. I am eating my little slice of potato ...