In a move that totally surprised me, the amnesty bill was defeated in the Senate Wednesday. I was overjoyed! I'd heard on the news for days that the vote was too close to call. I couldn't believe that so many of our "leaders" were so determined to trample on the will of the people and vote into existence something that the vast majority of us didn't want. Yet, miraculously, we the people prevailed. Just enough senators suddenly remembered who they worked for and voted accordingly. But we must not become complacent. A very important battle was won, but the war still rages. There are still powerful forces out there who want to flood America with millions of foreign nationals and eradicate our culture and sovereignty. That's why the protest I called for in my previous post must still go forward.
Left-wing and right-wing interests are vying to aid and abet illegal immigration for their own peculiar ends. Many left-wingers are desperate to make America majority non-white. They bizarrely believe that this will make America morally pure by minimizing the power and influence of the only group they recognize as sinful: white Christians. Massive legal and illegal immigration is the vehicle by which their non-white paradise will be realized. This loony, left-wing vision can and should be fought, and fought hard, but it will mostly be a war of words meant to change hearts and minds, not a fight of direct action. For that we must look to the illegal alien supporters on the right.
While left-wingers are vocal in their contempt for America's sovereignty, the anti-patriotism of some on the right is less obvious but it exists. The single reason for right-wing support of illegal immigration can be summed up in two words: cheap labor. Big business wants cheap labor and it lobbies congress to get it for them. This explains almost all of the support for the Senate's bill from Republicans. Big business thinks its profits come from hiring cheap labor and it pays politicians to keep the supply flowing. That's where you and I come in. Direct action to show big business just who's responsible for their profits will send a message not only to the CEOs but also to the politicians on their payroll.
Don't get me wrong, I'm not against business. I'm a staunch capitalist, but that doesn't mean denying that business has a patriotic responsibility. In the pursuit of profit CEOs must never lose sight of the independence and welfare of their country. The problem is that many of our business elites have, in their hearts, ceased to be Americans and have become "post-Americans": citizens of the world for whom national loyalty is as outdated as leg warmers and mullets. These post-American captains of industry are vulnerable, though. Shut down the profit train and they'll squeal like the pigs commies say they are. It's time to make them squeal.
On the second weekend after the 4th of July we, the people, must not shop. We must not frequent any store, period. We must not go to the grocery store, the video store, the fashion boutique or the mall. If you told your child he could have his birthday party at MacDonald's that weekend, cancel it. This could be a good lesson to your child about the importance of acting on principle even when it hurts. If you're accustomed to ordering pizza on the weekend, try making your own. Prepare yourself for the protest by figuring out alternate ways of meeting your wants and needs. Like to rent videos? Check them out from the library instead. Burger King is a Friday night ritual at your house? Cook up some hamburger patties a few days ahead of time and then microwave them Friday for homemade "fast" food. Just can't get through the weekend without shopping? Go to garage sales or thrift stores. Garage sales are the quintessential acts of economic liberty and thrift stores are not owned by big business (plus, many of them are run by worthy charities such as crisis pregnancy centers and battered women's shelters). So you see, you can protest the business powers without too much change to your daily life.
But the big boys will change. When they're confronted with empty stores and empty cash registers they will know that it's the American consumer whom they disdain, and not the cheap illegal labor they employ, who delivers them their profits.. And to keep those profits safe the business big boys will be forced to deal with us. They will know that we are the constituency they need to fear, not the illegals and their enablers. And if, out of supreme arrogance, the big boys refuse to get it the first time, we the people will do it again. We are no longer willing to let our country's culture, language, history, heritage and sovereignty be assaulted from all sides. We're mad as hell and we're not going to take it anymore!!!!!! God bless America and God bless the people unleashed!!!
Friday, June 29, 2007
Wednesday, June 27, 2007
American Workers' Day of Protest
The illegal alien problem just keeps making me madder and madder. The senate's latest treasonous immigration bill, which is forging ahead despite the overwhelming objection of the American people, is the newest slap in the face to us, the real, born and bred--and naturalized!--Americans. I'm sick and tired of the way we are spat on, insulted, called names ("racist" being the favorite one), or just ignored as totally unimportant yahoos. I'm sick and tired of the shameless groveling to illegals by spineless, psuedoAmerican politicians more concerned with being seen as anti-racist than with serving their country and the people who elected them. And most of all, I'm sick and tired of the constant insinuation that illegal aliens (IAs) are the only people in America who work.
I work!!!!! I get up every morning at 7 o'clock, get to my job at 8, put in 7 to 8 hours taking care of other people's children, then drive home at 6 and hope my car doesn't die on me on the way. Hundreds of millions of Americans do the same thing every day of the week. We, not foreigners who break into our country like thieves in the night, are the backbone of this nation's economy. Yet we're constantly and deliberately dissed by the supporters of illegals who apparently think that trashing us and aggrandizing IAs establishes their anti-racist and compassion credentials.
I'm tired of all of this and I have an idea on what to do about it. I first wrote about this idea on my now-discontinued blog Planet RA! last year, but yesterday I heard a talk radio host saying much the same thing. My idea for sending a message to the arrogant powers-that-be is a general strike.
I don't mean the usual general strike where you don't go to work. That can come later if the politicians don't listen to us. Instead, I mean an economic strike. I want every true American to not shop in any store for an entire weekend. You read right: no shopping from Friday night to Sunday night. This economic strike will be the first salvo in an ongoing war if we, the people, are not heard and taken seriously. But why, you may ask, should we strike against businesses when the problem is with politicians? Answer: because most, if not all, of our politicians are beholden to business lobbyists who want cheap labor more than air.
The reason so many "conservative" Republicans support the senate's monstrous bill is because business owns them. They have to give business what it wants, the people be damned. And business believes that its profits come from hiring cheap labor. That's where you and I come in. By not buying a thing for one entire weekend we will send business the message that its profits depend on us buying their products and not on their employment of cheap labor. And if business gets that message, the politicians will, too.
Some might think that this is a bad idea because it will hurt Americans. No, it won't. This economic strike is not about destroying the businesses of fellow Americans. This is not a boycott. Rather, it's a short term, dramatic action designed to make the big shots in Washington listen to us. If they don't listen to us, then more prolonged actions will be needed, but those can be decided on if the need arises. Right now, we need an act that everyone can do without depending on activists to organize everything. It doesn't take an organizer to show people how to not shop. Just don't do it. Don't go out to eat; don't go to the grocery store; don't go to the video store; don't go to Walgreens. DON'T SHOP!!!!! When CEOs see empty stores and restaurants and start to hear their profits going down the drain they'll understand who're the legs on which they stand. It's me and it's you, not Jose from Tijuana.
I think a good weekend to do this strike is July 13-15, the second weekend after July 4. That will allow time for this plan to be spread around the country. Also, it'll let people prepare for the protest by doing things like cooking a lot of food up ahead of time so they'll have "fast" food for the protest weekend. People can also plan alternatives to the usual weekend entertainment, like checking out videos from the library instead of renting them from Blockbuster (or better yet, not watching tv at all).
For this protest to work, the American people have to actually do it. It's easy to blow off steam on talk radio or send your senator an e-mail, but to do something that may require sacrifice, however small, seems to be the American people's Achilles' heel. If we don't do this, or something else, the politicians will keep on listening to the special interest groups and ignoring us yokels and rednecks. We MUST do this! We MUST make them hear us! Our great nation's future depends on it.
God Bless America!
I work!!!!! I get up every morning at 7 o'clock, get to my job at 8, put in 7 to 8 hours taking care of other people's children, then drive home at 6 and hope my car doesn't die on me on the way. Hundreds of millions of Americans do the same thing every day of the week. We, not foreigners who break into our country like thieves in the night, are the backbone of this nation's economy. Yet we're constantly and deliberately dissed by the supporters of illegals who apparently think that trashing us and aggrandizing IAs establishes their anti-racist and compassion credentials.
I'm tired of all of this and I have an idea on what to do about it. I first wrote about this idea on my now-discontinued blog Planet RA! last year, but yesterday I heard a talk radio host saying much the same thing. My idea for sending a message to the arrogant powers-that-be is a general strike.
I don't mean the usual general strike where you don't go to work. That can come later if the politicians don't listen to us. Instead, I mean an economic strike. I want every true American to not shop in any store for an entire weekend. You read right: no shopping from Friday night to Sunday night. This economic strike will be the first salvo in an ongoing war if we, the people, are not heard and taken seriously. But why, you may ask, should we strike against businesses when the problem is with politicians? Answer: because most, if not all, of our politicians are beholden to business lobbyists who want cheap labor more than air.
The reason so many "conservative" Republicans support the senate's monstrous bill is because business owns them. They have to give business what it wants, the people be damned. And business believes that its profits come from hiring cheap labor. That's where you and I come in. By not buying a thing for one entire weekend we will send business the message that its profits depend on us buying their products and not on their employment of cheap labor. And if business gets that message, the politicians will, too.
Some might think that this is a bad idea because it will hurt Americans. No, it won't. This economic strike is not about destroying the businesses of fellow Americans. This is not a boycott. Rather, it's a short term, dramatic action designed to make the big shots in Washington listen to us. If they don't listen to us, then more prolonged actions will be needed, but those can be decided on if the need arises. Right now, we need an act that everyone can do without depending on activists to organize everything. It doesn't take an organizer to show people how to not shop. Just don't do it. Don't go out to eat; don't go to the grocery store; don't go to the video store; don't go to Walgreens. DON'T SHOP!!!!! When CEOs see empty stores and restaurants and start to hear their profits going down the drain they'll understand who're the legs on which they stand. It's me and it's you, not Jose from Tijuana.
I think a good weekend to do this strike is July 13-15, the second weekend after July 4. That will allow time for this plan to be spread around the country. Also, it'll let people prepare for the protest by doing things like cooking a lot of food up ahead of time so they'll have "fast" food for the protest weekend. People can also plan alternatives to the usual weekend entertainment, like checking out videos from the library instead of renting them from Blockbuster (or better yet, not watching tv at all).
For this protest to work, the American people have to actually do it. It's easy to blow off steam on talk radio or send your senator an e-mail, but to do something that may require sacrifice, however small, seems to be the American people's Achilles' heel. If we don't do this, or something else, the politicians will keep on listening to the special interest groups and ignoring us yokels and rednecks. We MUST do this! We MUST make them hear us! Our great nation's future depends on it.
God Bless America!
Sunday, June 17, 2007
Letter to My Father
Dear Daddy,
I can't believe that this is my second Father's Day without you. I can't believe you've been gone for over two years. I miss you so much, Daddy. I miss your quiet presence in my life. I miss your sense of humor. I miss your unconditional acceptance of me. I miss the way you used to address me as "my dear" and how you were the only person in the family to call me by my middle name. I miss you and I'm sorry for not telling and showing you how much I loved you when you were alive.
Daddy, our family was horribly dysfunctional and I blamed you for it for much of my life. You dealt with that by retreating into your passion for jazz. As a child, and even into my adulthood, I saw your commiment to your music as utter selfishness. One of my deepest regrets now is that I didn't understand the joy you got from your music or come to appreciate your awesome talent until well into your senior years. By then we had only a few years left to get to know each other.
I understand now, Daddy, how important your music was to you. I know now that it was more than just a talent; it was your calling. Playing jazz was what you were meant to do with your life, and I'm so sorry that you didn't have the family support you needed and deserved. Neither your mother, your wife, nor your children stood by you and applauded you as you pursued your dream of becoming a successful jazz musician. Instead, you were berated, mocked, or just ignored. That must have been so painful to you, Daddy. No wonder you spent so much time away from home.
Daddy, I apologize to you from the bottom of my heart for all the pain I caused you when you were here. I apologize for not trying to understand you sooner. Daddy, I know you knew that I, along with my brother and sister, was brainwashed against you by Mom. It wasn't hard for her to do, since you were gone so much. Children naturally acquire the feelings and attitudes of the person who's with them the most. I think you realized that Daddy, and I've long thought that that was the reason why you didn't try harder to reach out to us kids even after we'd grown up. I think you felt guilty for not being there when we needed you and that the "benign" indifference with which we treated you for so long was deserved.
But it wasn't deserved! Mom may have turned us against you but once we were grown we had a duty to get to know you, to find out your point of view, your feelings, your wants, your needs. In short, we had a duty to recognize that you were a human being as well as our father. Shortly after you died Daddy, Mom told me that you once told her that you wanted to be needed. That broke my heart. When ever I think about it, I cry. I cry because, until that moment, Daddy, I'd never considered your needs. I made my decision to get to know you for myself, not for you. I wanted to see you through my own lens, not Mom's. It never entered my mind that you might need me to see you through YOUR lens, to know you on YOUR terms. When Mom told me what you'd said, I realized that even when I thought I was doing my best toward you I was still treating you like an object. Daddy, I am so, so sorry!
I did get to know you, though, Daddy, and that's a good thing. We didn't have a lot of good years together but I'm so grateful for the ones we had. I'm grateful for the time we spent together when I drove you to your job at the senior citizens' center. We talked a lot on those drives and my eyes were opened to your kindness and decency. I'm grateful I got to see you enjoy your first great-grandchild. I'm grateful I got to appreciate your wonderful musical talent. I'm even grateful for the time we spent together when you were in the hospital fighting cancer. In the end Daddy, I came to realize that, between you and Mom, you were the better person. Your kindness, gentleness, sincerity and, above all, your loving acceptance of people "as is" are qualities I wish I had in the quantity you did. You may not have been the best father, Daddy, but you were an awesome human being. I LOVE YOU!!!!! Happy Father's Day and rest in peace!
Your baby girl,
Mishun
I can't believe that this is my second Father's Day without you. I can't believe you've been gone for over two years. I miss you so much, Daddy. I miss your quiet presence in my life. I miss your sense of humor. I miss your unconditional acceptance of me. I miss the way you used to address me as "my dear" and how you were the only person in the family to call me by my middle name. I miss you and I'm sorry for not telling and showing you how much I loved you when you were alive.
Daddy, our family was horribly dysfunctional and I blamed you for it for much of my life. You dealt with that by retreating into your passion for jazz. As a child, and even into my adulthood, I saw your commiment to your music as utter selfishness. One of my deepest regrets now is that I didn't understand the joy you got from your music or come to appreciate your awesome talent until well into your senior years. By then we had only a few years left to get to know each other.
I understand now, Daddy, how important your music was to you. I know now that it was more than just a talent; it was your calling. Playing jazz was what you were meant to do with your life, and I'm so sorry that you didn't have the family support you needed and deserved. Neither your mother, your wife, nor your children stood by you and applauded you as you pursued your dream of becoming a successful jazz musician. Instead, you were berated, mocked, or just ignored. That must have been so painful to you, Daddy. No wonder you spent so much time away from home.
Daddy, I apologize to you from the bottom of my heart for all the pain I caused you when you were here. I apologize for not trying to understand you sooner. Daddy, I know you knew that I, along with my brother and sister, was brainwashed against you by Mom. It wasn't hard for her to do, since you were gone so much. Children naturally acquire the feelings and attitudes of the person who's with them the most. I think you realized that Daddy, and I've long thought that that was the reason why you didn't try harder to reach out to us kids even after we'd grown up. I think you felt guilty for not being there when we needed you and that the "benign" indifference with which we treated you for so long was deserved.
But it wasn't deserved! Mom may have turned us against you but once we were grown we had a duty to get to know you, to find out your point of view, your feelings, your wants, your needs. In short, we had a duty to recognize that you were a human being as well as our father. Shortly after you died Daddy, Mom told me that you once told her that you wanted to be needed. That broke my heart. When ever I think about it, I cry. I cry because, until that moment, Daddy, I'd never considered your needs. I made my decision to get to know you for myself, not for you. I wanted to see you through my own lens, not Mom's. It never entered my mind that you might need me to see you through YOUR lens, to know you on YOUR terms. When Mom told me what you'd said, I realized that even when I thought I was doing my best toward you I was still treating you like an object. Daddy, I am so, so sorry!
I did get to know you, though, Daddy, and that's a good thing. We didn't have a lot of good years together but I'm so grateful for the ones we had. I'm grateful for the time we spent together when I drove you to your job at the senior citizens' center. We talked a lot on those drives and my eyes were opened to your kindness and decency. I'm grateful I got to see you enjoy your first great-grandchild. I'm grateful I got to appreciate your wonderful musical talent. I'm even grateful for the time we spent together when you were in the hospital fighting cancer. In the end Daddy, I came to realize that, between you and Mom, you were the better person. Your kindness, gentleness, sincerity and, above all, your loving acceptance of people "as is" are qualities I wish I had in the quantity you did. You may not have been the best father, Daddy, but you were an awesome human being. I LOVE YOU!!!!! Happy Father's Day and rest in peace!
Your baby girl,
Mishun
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