Dear President Obama: The best freedom I have in this country is my choice to write a blog addressed to you without the fear of being stigmatized -- or arrested. But since you are the President, I will remain respectful for same reason.
Let me ask you a question: Are we not all members of ONE race upon this earth? Yes, we are. The HUMAN race. And as such, we should all be entitled to equal rights. Who are you, or anyone else, to take a stand and offer your opinion as to who should be able to marry, or be entitled to health insurance or the rights to which we ALL should be entitled living in this country?
I recently read a story that you are "wrestling" with gay marriage. Why? Why or how does it affect you? It doesn't affect me or my son so why should it affect you?
Let me toss up my two cents. Why does it bother so many people that men fall in love with men and women fall in love with women, form solid relationships and stay together long-term? Is it the sexual part of that that bothers so many? Let's leave out the religious part of this scenario because I'm not so sure God is happy with the fact that people are being discriminated against for their sexual orientation.
Why shouldn't gay couples be able to marry like, well, other human beings? I'm not going to sit here and write "like regular people" because gay people ARE REGULAR PEOPLE. They are humans, they have thoughts,emotions, they have jobs and families and dogs and fish and cars and homes. Don't you? You just live in a way bigger home and have a really important job.
But do you see my point? Why should gay people be denied the fundamental rights that "couples" are afforded when they marry? If a husband lands in the hospital and is near death, the grieving wife is freely allowed to sit by him and pray for his recovery. If a gay man lands in the hospital and is near death, his "partner" or spouse is railroaded and sometimes turned away because he's not considered a "spouse" or immediate family. Is that fair? Gay people have the exact same emotions as you and I. They love, they laugh,they cry, they grieve, they smoke cigarettes, they make decisions, they have checkbooks, etc.
Gay people pay taxes.
What is the big deal about allowing gays to marry? IT ISN'T A BIG DEAL!!!!! It's only a big deal because someone DECIDED that oh, look what the bible says and oh, the rest of the human race has to abide by these rules and regulations of the bible. Seriously? Do you actually think God sits up there and frowns upon gays?
No, he does not. He gave us free will, independence and choices. If He didn't want us to have those things, then why did He give them to us? We can't judge God and blame him for anything - we as humans are the ones to blame because we have the freedom to choose.
And living in this country, the freedom to choose who we love, who we marry and with whom we raise children should not be an issued on a podium, on a piece of paper, read by you as the President or anyone else. When you got married, did anyone shred you to pieces? No. When you were elected President, however, it was a different story. The first BLACK President. Why in the WORLD did the color of your skin matter/ Does the color of your skin run the country? Nope. It's the man upon around which the skin is wrapped around who runs the country.
My point is that gay people are just like you and me on the inside. Some are flamboyant and loud and stand up for their rights - or what those rights really should be. Some are quiet and humble and stand in the background and wait for someone to say hey, it's OK to be you.
It should ALWAYS be OK to be who you are without someone pointing a finger, or passing judgment just because as a man or a woman, your chemical makeup in your body attracts you to the same gender.
Why is this such an issue? Why does "straight" and "gay" have to be separate and apart words? We are human beings. Period. We choose mates, some for life, some for a day, some for months. We choose either to have children or not. Human beings are either good or bad.
But for you to "wrestle" with allowing gay marriages and allowing HUMAN BEINGS to be afforded the same rights as any other married couple - now that's really sad and discriminatory in my opinion.
While the repeal of the "don't ask, don't tell" law was FINALLY initiated (and that was based upon the same principals about what I just wrote) your "wrestling" with gay marriage and the rights of gay couples still bothers me greatly.
It should be NO ONE'S business - at all - who we choose to love, who we choose to marry. Certainly, our friends and family can blah blah blah their opinions all they want but in the end, we as humans make our own choices and act freely and independently because God gave us those rights.
Shouldn't you, as President of the United States, act freely and independently and allow gay married couples the same rights as you and I have?
This isn't rocket science, Mr. President. This is simply about giving human beings the same rights as other human beings who are married, who love, who laugh, who cry, who eat, who sleep, who dream, who own big dogs and little dogs and play basketball with their kids and who pack lunches and make dinner and take their cars in for repairs and who pay taxes and buy holiday cards and presents and who celebrate life and who grieve at death?
We are all the same, Mr. President. We are bound together by one undeniable, nondestructive fabric: we are all members of one race: the human race.
And we should all be afforded the same rights when it comes to marriage.
So please stop wrestling with your conscious or a piece of paper or a pages in the Bible. This isn't about men having sex with men, or women having sex with women. This is about people who simply want to marry and be afforded the same rights as everyone else. This is why we live in America. This is why we have these kinds of freedom.
And above all else, no one should have the authority nor the right to determine what is a marriage, or what determines the sanctity of marriage. What matters is that people want to choose who they love, and if they choose to marry them, let them. And celebrate the marriage in the same manner as everyone else does. And allow them the same rights as we all have. I refuse to to separate "gay" and "straight." That would be unconstitutional now, wouldn't it?
And you should know of all people, Mr. President, should know all about what's constitutional - or not.
Thank you.
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Thursday, December 23, 2010
Sunday, November 21, 2010
I Wonder If President Obama Has Ever Been Evicted
This country is supposed to be "land of the free, home of the brave." This country operates under a justice system where one is "innocent until proven guilty."
I wonder if President Obama was ever served with an eviction notice. I wonder if he ever felt the fear of losing his home and perhaps having to live in his car.
Right now, for my son and I, freedom has contingencies attached to it. And bravery? How does one be brave in the face of execution by eviction? How does a single mother explain to her child that the words on this piece of paper are enough to take away our home? How does a single mother struggling to survive explain to her son about injustice, and abuse of power, about retaliation and about the bad people in this world who have nothing and will never have nothing because they are just bad, bad people?
Freedom means sleeping in peace. Freedom means waking up knowing my child is safe. Freedom is having a chance to make my son's dreams come true.
Those contingencies? They are landlord references, credit reports, criminal records (or not in my case), they are exceptions to the rules and regulations like if my son can finish fifth grade at his school so I don't have to traumatize him any more than he has been in the past six months, having enough money to move and having enough money to feed my son and clothe him.
Bravery. My son has been brave. He has weathered the possibility that we could have been homeless - all based upon lies. I don't know how he did that. I fell apart because I lacked bravery and courage to withstand the "weapons in the form of words" that were rocket-launched at my son and I; we were ambushed by the management company all because of the lies fed to them by an unstable and unbalanced woman, then sealed neatly in an envelope and delivered to me in my mailbox without explanation.
It was an execution on paper. That's what Notice of Termination of Tenancy is - an execution on paper. And where I live - you don't get a chance to defend yourself.
At all.
This management company took away my freedom to defend myself. They took away my right to prove my innocence. They took away my courage. They nearly destroyed me - and my child.
I am thinking right at this moment that I desperately need a break - a miracle if you will. I am consumed by the tremendous debt I carry - not unlike thousands of other people. I am sure the prayers to God are the same - help us, help our children. I know I am not alone.
But I am alone. It is just my son and I. I do not have family around me. I do not have the wealthy relative who will willingly give us money and wave a hand and say "don't worry about paying it back. I know you'll do the right thing."
I do not have wealthy friends who will reiterate the same.
I am alone. The debt has not been incurred by frivolous means. Statements show charges for groceries, for clothes, for those godforsaken car repairs, for school pictures and Christmas presents. There are no extravagant purchases. My ex-husband owes me close to $3,000 for non-child support stipulations spelled out very clearly in our divorce agreement. He has been chipping away at it. But had he been paying his half of what he agreed to do all along, I would not be in this financial black hole.
So now, that awful creatures that lurks in this financial black hole is reaching out its tentacles and wrapping themselves around me and threatening to choke the life out of me because on Friday, I received a call that my name came up on a list for a two-bedroom duplex here in town. I have been waiting for that call for nearly five years. But my elation was not there. I was gasping for breath as I was being choked by the financial octopus of debt -and fear.
I was, to say the least, blindsided by this good news. But I immediately felt despair because part of the paperwork to be filled out is a "landlord reference" which I know is standard, but I am terrified that the property manager will blackball me and I will not get the home I want so desperately. And get my son safe.
And there are variables. My 16 year old vehicle is beginning to break down little by little except that "little by little" has meant $500.00 out of my pocket within 3 weeks, 2 different times and now that pesky "check engine" light suddenly appeared like a supernova flash on my dashboard. My Honda Civic manual states it is a "malfunction control lamp" and further reading led me to a problem with one of the engine's emissions control. This is not surprising. The car is old (like me) and for all I know it's emitting some lethal gas into the atmosphere that will have the Save The Earth Police coming after me soon. Maybe that's not a bad thing?
But it is just another repair, another bill, and I am at the end of my rope. With no car, I cannot work. If I cannot work, I cannot move. And I cannot move, I can't get my son safe and try to piece back together everything that fell apart since July.
I prayed to God that we wouldn't get evicted. He answered my prayer but truly, the law prevailed because the property manager didn't have a case, it didn't have credible witnesses - or any witnesses at all - and it didn't have any hardcore evidence to support it's reasons for issuing me the Notice of Termination of Tenancy.
And now once again I feel shame and humiliation for thinking ahead that I now have to fight for this home that perhaps could be a new beginning for my son and I all because one person - one evil, vicious, soulless woman decided it would okay to steal what didn't belong to her and when I called the police to report the crime, she retaliated in the worst possible way with her lies - and the property manager believed her without ever hearing my defense. And since it never went to trial, I still never got a chance to defend myself.
I want this home. I want to get out of this awful place and away from the daily visits by the local police, away from the domestic violence and screaming and yelling and the trash left around the common areas because many of the people who reside in this place simply don't care about anyone - or themselves. I can't count how many times the police have taken people away from here - in the parking lots and out of apartments - in handcuffs. A woman left her two-year-son alone in the apartment because she wanted to go out. The fire department had to break down the door to get to the child. The child was clad only in a diaper and covered in its own feces. There are women getting beaten by their "baby's daddy" or by the "baby daddies" and won't report the violence out of fear, out of losing financial support, out of love. The SWAT team has been here a few times. One tenant was involved in a home invasion and the owner badly beaten and he was arrested here a few years ago. A rape occurred last year here - in a laundry room. I walked around with a baseball bats for months out of fear. I went to management and asked if perhaps security cameras could be installed in the laundry rooms for the future safety of tenants.
I was met with disdain and was told "you people don't get stuff like that."
I wonder if I had written to President Obama and asked HIM if he could arrange to have security cameras installed here. Would he have told me "you people don't get stuff like that?"
You people. I am a human being. So is my son. But somehow, the property manager who made that statement to me displayed a lack of concern as if I was nothing more than the bottom trash in a landfill.
You people.
Is this how they view us?
Frankly, if the police are called, I'm not sure exactly how management finds out unless they peruse the Cops and Courts section every day looking for transgressions by a tenant. I seriously doubt it. That would mean doing their job.
The tenant across the hall from me who started the nightmare from which I am still reeling - her own boyfriend was led out of here in handcuffs twice - arrested for assault and battery and defacing property and the second time he said he was going to kill himself in front of her. But he's still living here. And she has two kids who have been exposed to the countless domestics that have occurred within their apartment. And one of her sons is the one who stole my mail - and the tenant KNEW her son had stolen my mail because she admitted to it but she didn't give a shit. Her response was that she was going to beat her son and she told me to press charges so she could "lock her son up in a mental institution."
Nice mother. She ought to be locked up - not her son. Her son is a product of her and her actions and reactions and god only knows what she has exposed her children to in their young lives.
The walls are thin. You can hear everything. I hear my neighbor peeing every morning in the bathroom at the same time. I hear the same neighbor above me and next to me having sex. That's how thin the walls are. I don't explain to my son what the "noises" are. He doesn't need to know.
I understand this is common in many, many places.
But I have to get out so I can save my son. I want him to be safe above all else. I've told him there are more good people in the world than bad but all he has seen here is the bad.
And what does that say about the management company? It turns a deaf ear and blind eyes to the most serious situations as long as you pay your rent. Its philosophy is "if it doesn't affect you, shut up and don't complain." But yet there is a specific paragraph in the Occupancy Agreement about tenants' rights to "quiet enjoyment." Apparently, management's interpretation of that is far different than the tenants' interpretation. So instead, management distributes memos about "inappropriate disposal of chicken bones and diapers and trash," and makes statements like "this is your HOME. Take care of your HOME."
It is a double-edged sword. And management lies in wait to use it for any tenant who breaks the rules. But yet we are not allowed to defend ourselves.
I feel the fight going out of me but I think I have one last fight left. The one person who is most important person to me, the one person whom I love to infinity and beyond, the one person whom I desperately want to have a chance to find his niche in this world and be somebody and perhaps change the world and make his dreams come true:
My son.
It's always been about him because he is all I have in this world. There is no one to "take care of us," there is no one person in my life - or in my heart - that will rescue us and give us the life we want so desperately.
So I'm it. And my son is worth fighting for more than anything or anyone in this world.
And that's not being selfish - that's being a mother.
We need help in a big way. I just don't know how to reach out to strangers and ask. I know people have done it. But I don't know what to say: Help me save my son? His dad has colon cancer. His dad is only 46 years old. I don't know how much longer he will be on this earth. My health is teeter-tottery because of the severe emotional distress I've suffered for the past six months. I don't know what kind of damage lurks inside of me. I am afraid I will go to sleep at night and never wake up and that's how my son will find me.
I can't heal unless I can get out of here, relieve the awful financial burden I carry and get my son safe. The only saving grace is that he is doing very well in school. He is happy there, he has many friends. Kids are drawn to him like magnets. He has a heart of gold, he is compassionate and caring and kind. He reaches out to other kids when they need a friend. He is smart and wickedly funny. He has a thirst for knowledge and a million questions every day. He stares up at the sky and wonders if perhaps someday he will discover something new and amazing. He wants to work at NASA. When he tells me that, my heart does something extraordinary - it beats with the knowledge that perhaps I have instilled in him the ability to dream - and dream big.
And I want to make those dreams come true for my son.
But I need a fighting chance to do so and we need help.
I wonder if President Obama was ever served with an eviction notice. I wonder if he ever felt the fear of losing his home and perhaps having to live in his car.
Right now, for my son and I, freedom has contingencies attached to it. And bravery? How does one be brave in the face of execution by eviction? How does a single mother explain to her child that the words on this piece of paper are enough to take away our home? How does a single mother struggling to survive explain to her son about injustice, and abuse of power, about retaliation and about the bad people in this world who have nothing and will never have nothing because they are just bad, bad people?
Freedom means sleeping in peace. Freedom means waking up knowing my child is safe. Freedom is having a chance to make my son's dreams come true.
Those contingencies? They are landlord references, credit reports, criminal records (or not in my case), they are exceptions to the rules and regulations like if my son can finish fifth grade at his school so I don't have to traumatize him any more than he has been in the past six months, having enough money to move and having enough money to feed my son and clothe him.
Bravery. My son has been brave. He has weathered the possibility that we could have been homeless - all based upon lies. I don't know how he did that. I fell apart because I lacked bravery and courage to withstand the "weapons in the form of words" that were rocket-launched at my son and I; we were ambushed by the management company all because of the lies fed to them by an unstable and unbalanced woman, then sealed neatly in an envelope and delivered to me in my mailbox without explanation.
It was an execution on paper. That's what Notice of Termination of Tenancy is - an execution on paper. And where I live - you don't get a chance to defend yourself.
At all.
This management company took away my freedom to defend myself. They took away my right to prove my innocence. They took away my courage. They nearly destroyed me - and my child.
I am thinking right at this moment that I desperately need a break - a miracle if you will. I am consumed by the tremendous debt I carry - not unlike thousands of other people. I am sure the prayers to God are the same - help us, help our children. I know I am not alone.
But I am alone. It is just my son and I. I do not have family around me. I do not have the wealthy relative who will willingly give us money and wave a hand and say "don't worry about paying it back. I know you'll do the right thing."
I do not have wealthy friends who will reiterate the same.
I am alone. The debt has not been incurred by frivolous means. Statements show charges for groceries, for clothes, for those godforsaken car repairs, for school pictures and Christmas presents. There are no extravagant purchases. My ex-husband owes me close to $3,000 for non-child support stipulations spelled out very clearly in our divorce agreement. He has been chipping away at it. But had he been paying his half of what he agreed to do all along, I would not be in this financial black hole.
So now, that awful creatures that lurks in this financial black hole is reaching out its tentacles and wrapping themselves around me and threatening to choke the life out of me because on Friday, I received a call that my name came up on a list for a two-bedroom duplex here in town. I have been waiting for that call for nearly five years. But my elation was not there. I was gasping for breath as I was being choked by the financial octopus of debt -and fear.
I was, to say the least, blindsided by this good news. But I immediately felt despair because part of the paperwork to be filled out is a "landlord reference" which I know is standard, but I am terrified that the property manager will blackball me and I will not get the home I want so desperately. And get my son safe.
And there are variables. My 16 year old vehicle is beginning to break down little by little except that "little by little" has meant $500.00 out of my pocket within 3 weeks, 2 different times and now that pesky "check engine" light suddenly appeared like a supernova flash on my dashboard. My Honda Civic manual states it is a "malfunction control lamp" and further reading led me to a problem with one of the engine's emissions control. This is not surprising. The car is old (like me) and for all I know it's emitting some lethal gas into the atmosphere that will have the Save The Earth Police coming after me soon. Maybe that's not a bad thing?
But it is just another repair, another bill, and I am at the end of my rope. With no car, I cannot work. If I cannot work, I cannot move. And I cannot move, I can't get my son safe and try to piece back together everything that fell apart since July.
I prayed to God that we wouldn't get evicted. He answered my prayer but truly, the law prevailed because the property manager didn't have a case, it didn't have credible witnesses - or any witnesses at all - and it didn't have any hardcore evidence to support it's reasons for issuing me the Notice of Termination of Tenancy.
And now once again I feel shame and humiliation for thinking ahead that I now have to fight for this home that perhaps could be a new beginning for my son and I all because one person - one evil, vicious, soulless woman decided it would okay to steal what didn't belong to her and when I called the police to report the crime, she retaliated in the worst possible way with her lies - and the property manager believed her without ever hearing my defense. And since it never went to trial, I still never got a chance to defend myself.
I want this home. I want to get out of this awful place and away from the daily visits by the local police, away from the domestic violence and screaming and yelling and the trash left around the common areas because many of the people who reside in this place simply don't care about anyone - or themselves. I can't count how many times the police have taken people away from here - in the parking lots and out of apartments - in handcuffs. A woman left her two-year-son alone in the apartment because she wanted to go out. The fire department had to break down the door to get to the child. The child was clad only in a diaper and covered in its own feces. There are women getting beaten by their "baby's daddy" or by the "baby daddies" and won't report the violence out of fear, out of losing financial support, out of love. The SWAT team has been here a few times. One tenant was involved in a home invasion and the owner badly beaten and he was arrested here a few years ago. A rape occurred last year here - in a laundry room. I walked around with a baseball bats for months out of fear. I went to management and asked if perhaps security cameras could be installed in the laundry rooms for the future safety of tenants.
I was met with disdain and was told "you people don't get stuff like that."
I wonder if I had written to President Obama and asked HIM if he could arrange to have security cameras installed here. Would he have told me "you people don't get stuff like that?"
You people. I am a human being. So is my son. But somehow, the property manager who made that statement to me displayed a lack of concern as if I was nothing more than the bottom trash in a landfill.
You people.
Is this how they view us?
Frankly, if the police are called, I'm not sure exactly how management finds out unless they peruse the Cops and Courts section every day looking for transgressions by a tenant. I seriously doubt it. That would mean doing their job.
The tenant across the hall from me who started the nightmare from which I am still reeling - her own boyfriend was led out of here in handcuffs twice - arrested for assault and battery and defacing property and the second time he said he was going to kill himself in front of her. But he's still living here. And she has two kids who have been exposed to the countless domestics that have occurred within their apartment. And one of her sons is the one who stole my mail - and the tenant KNEW her son had stolen my mail because she admitted to it but she didn't give a shit. Her response was that she was going to beat her son and she told me to press charges so she could "lock her son up in a mental institution."
Nice mother. She ought to be locked up - not her son. Her son is a product of her and her actions and reactions and god only knows what she has exposed her children to in their young lives.
The walls are thin. You can hear everything. I hear my neighbor peeing every morning in the bathroom at the same time. I hear the same neighbor above me and next to me having sex. That's how thin the walls are. I don't explain to my son what the "noises" are. He doesn't need to know.
I understand this is common in many, many places.
But I have to get out so I can save my son. I want him to be safe above all else. I've told him there are more good people in the world than bad but all he has seen here is the bad.
And what does that say about the management company? It turns a deaf ear and blind eyes to the most serious situations as long as you pay your rent. Its philosophy is "if it doesn't affect you, shut up and don't complain." But yet there is a specific paragraph in the Occupancy Agreement about tenants' rights to "quiet enjoyment." Apparently, management's interpretation of that is far different than the tenants' interpretation. So instead, management distributes memos about "inappropriate disposal of chicken bones and diapers and trash," and makes statements like "this is your HOME. Take care of your HOME."
It is a double-edged sword. And management lies in wait to use it for any tenant who breaks the rules. But yet we are not allowed to defend ourselves.
I feel the fight going out of me but I think I have one last fight left. The one person who is most important person to me, the one person whom I love to infinity and beyond, the one person whom I desperately want to have a chance to find his niche in this world and be somebody and perhaps change the world and make his dreams come true:
My son.
It's always been about him because he is all I have in this world. There is no one to "take care of us," there is no one person in my life - or in my heart - that will rescue us and give us the life we want so desperately.
So I'm it. And my son is worth fighting for more than anything or anyone in this world.
And that's not being selfish - that's being a mother.
We need help in a big way. I just don't know how to reach out to strangers and ask. I know people have done it. But I don't know what to say: Help me save my son? His dad has colon cancer. His dad is only 46 years old. I don't know how much longer he will be on this earth. My health is teeter-tottery because of the severe emotional distress I've suffered for the past six months. I don't know what kind of damage lurks inside of me. I am afraid I will go to sleep at night and never wake up and that's how my son will find me.
I can't heal unless I can get out of here, relieve the awful financial burden I carry and get my son safe. The only saving grace is that he is doing very well in school. He is happy there, he has many friends. Kids are drawn to him like magnets. He has a heart of gold, he is compassionate and caring and kind. He reaches out to other kids when they need a friend. He is smart and wickedly funny. He has a thirst for knowledge and a million questions every day. He stares up at the sky and wonders if perhaps someday he will discover something new and amazing. He wants to work at NASA. When he tells me that, my heart does something extraordinary - it beats with the knowledge that perhaps I have instilled in him the ability to dream - and dream big.
And I want to make those dreams come true for my son.
But I need a fighting chance to do so and we need help.
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
Boycott This
The latest buzz on illegal immigration that has the entire country up in arms is the ballsy new law passed by Arizona governor Jan Brewer. Quoting an article in the New York Times, "the law would make the failure to carry immigration documents a crime and give police the broad power to detain anyone suspected of being in the country illegally."
Gov. Brewer has since made amendments to the law to avoid the appearance of racial profiling.
Here's my opinion (always worth two cents): Our country may as well hang a welcome sign at our borders and hire an Ed McMahon sound-a-like to shout out "COME ON DOWN" to all the illegals because the price IS right for illegals in the United States.
What other country gives out welfare benefits to illegals, free health care and housing to people who have snuck into this country, paid thousands of dollars for fraudulent social security numbers and who assume identities of dead American citizens? Of course, not all of these illegal immigrants are that savvy but the U.S. companies who employ these illegals are and they contribute hugely to this controversial subject by employing illegals. Perhaps these huge corporate conglomerates should be scrutinized more than Arizona's new law.
People are asked for identification for various reasons all the time: tobacco purchases, alcohol purchases and even more recently, I went to my local post office to pick up two Yankee Candles I had purchased on ebay and the postal employee asked me for my ID before he released MY package to me. That request was a bit of a stretch and I put up a bit of a stink about the request because these were candles, not a new circuit board for a Patriot missile.
But the point is that we as Americans are asked for identification every day and no one is demanding boycotts of those retailers. drug stores, liquor stores, etc. for asking us for identification. When police pull over drivers for motor vehicle infractions, they ask for a driver's license and proof of registration. What is the difference between what the police do every day and what has been written as law in Arizona?
If you are not guilty of being in the country illegally, then you will not have a problem proving same. Certainly, many a fur has been ruffled on the backs of those hard-core civil rights believers and supporters who are protesting that law infringes upon those genuine citizens and the Arizona police will stop anyone who looks or smells like an illegal.
When an illegal alien enters my country, applies for and receives welfare benefits which payout is equal to or more than what my monthly hard-earned salary is, I question as to what kind of documentation is presented to the state workers who process the applications. If the illegals are here illegally, then what kind of documents are in their possession that allow them to garner and reap my taxpayer-paid benefits and services?
Case in point: My income is considered below poverty level, by federal standards which means I qualify for child care consideration issued by the state of Massachusetts. I was on the waiting list for more than three years before I was finally issued a voucher to help me pay for child care which is an after-school program my son attends so I can work later than I normally do on the days he is not in that program.
I had a conversation with an employee of this child care agency who told me off the record that many "illegals" are given immediate child care vouchers as a part of their welfare benefit package. I was stupefied that I, an American citizen, born here, raised here, never been arrested, was pushed to the back of the bus by illegal aliens who have been handed child care vouchers as readily available las popcorn and hot dogs at a baseball park, while I have struggled to pay for my son's after school care for the past three years with money out of my own pocket.
This is just a small example of a much larger problem. Illegal aliens who don't speak English and obviously can't read English are driving cars and have no concept of the rules of the road because they come from a completely different country, a different culture and different driving rules! And, when they are pulled over and can't produce a driver's license, guess what: they are summoned to court, they pay a fine and get right back into their cars - still without a driver's license. They fraudulently obtain social security numbers or fake passports and fake identification cards which are then presented to obtain state benefits and services. No one questions this documentation.
And when someone like me questions this process, I'm told "Back of the bus whitebread."
Since Arizona passed its law, protesters are politicians and anyone else who wants to jump onto the poor poor pitiful illegal alien bandwagon are demanding that people boycott anything and everything to do with Arizona, including the 2011 Major League Baseball All-Star Game.
Uh-uh. Do not MESS with my baseball.
San Diego Padres first baseman Adrian Gonzalez threw out his two cents (after getting thrown out of a game the same night) when he recently voiced his big mouth blah blah about how HE will sit out the 2011 All Star game in Phoeniz and (oh brother) wants the MLB Players Association to boycott spring training in Arizona in 2011.
Hey Adrian - 411: what makes you think you're going to be voted to the All Star team anyways? And believe it or not, there are actually players who LIKE playing in Arizona and could care less about the new law that has got your cup all bunched up in your uniform pants.
My advice to you: Shut the eff up and play baseball. Us fans pay your salary. And if you are so unhappy here in the United States, move back to Tijuana.
I applaud Gov. Brewer for passing this law. Illegal immigration is a problem of enormous proportions in Arizona (it borders Mexico) and the murder of an Arizona rancher by Mexican drug smugglers (in the state illegally of course) spurred Brewer to pass the law. Illegal immigration is a problem of enormous proportions and has already spread like a plague.
I am not racist nor prejudice but when people who come into my country illegally and take away benefits for which I have a genuine need and to which I am legally entitled, then I support any state, any governor who passes a law to protect U.S. citizens like myself. What is disheartening is that President Obama doesn't support the new law and if my own president doesn't support a law that attempts to curb illegal immigration, I wonder for whom he is the president.
As long as my country welcomes illegal immigrants with the availability of taxpayer-funded benefits and services and free housing, this "whitebread" blogger is going to be riding at the back of the bus for a long time or worse - told to get off the bus because U.S. citizens aren't allowed on the bus anymore.
As a former law enforcement employee, my view is that if you are here legally, you will have a valid driver's license to show same. Most people don't carry around their birth certificates so proving legit citizenship could be a measure in complication.
Gov. Brewer has since made amendments to the law to avoid the appearance of racial profiling.
Here's my opinion (always worth two cents): Our country may as well hang a welcome sign at our borders and hire an Ed McMahon sound-a-like to shout out "COME ON DOWN" to all the illegals because the price IS right for illegals in the United States.
What other country gives out welfare benefits to illegals, free health care and housing to people who have snuck into this country, paid thousands of dollars for fraudulent social security numbers and who assume identities of dead American citizens? Of course, not all of these illegal immigrants are that savvy but the U.S. companies who employ these illegals are and they contribute hugely to this controversial subject by employing illegals. Perhaps these huge corporate conglomerates should be scrutinized more than Arizona's new law.
People are asked for identification for various reasons all the time: tobacco purchases, alcohol purchases and even more recently, I went to my local post office to pick up two Yankee Candles I had purchased on ebay and the postal employee asked me for my ID before he released MY package to me. That request was a bit of a stretch and I put up a bit of a stink about the request because these were candles, not a new circuit board for a Patriot missile.
But the point is that we as Americans are asked for identification every day and no one is demanding boycotts of those retailers. drug stores, liquor stores, etc. for asking us for identification. When police pull over drivers for motor vehicle infractions, they ask for a driver's license and proof of registration. What is the difference between what the police do every day and what has been written as law in Arizona?
If you are not guilty of being in the country illegally, then you will not have a problem proving same. Certainly, many a fur has been ruffled on the backs of those hard-core civil rights believers and supporters who are protesting that law infringes upon those genuine citizens and the Arizona police will stop anyone who looks or smells like an illegal.
When an illegal alien enters my country, applies for and receives welfare benefits which payout is equal to or more than what my monthly hard-earned salary is, I question as to what kind of documentation is presented to the state workers who process the applications. If the illegals are here illegally, then what kind of documents are in their possession that allow them to garner and reap my taxpayer-paid benefits and services?
Case in point: My income is considered below poverty level, by federal standards which means I qualify for child care consideration issued by the state of Massachusetts. I was on the waiting list for more than three years before I was finally issued a voucher to help me pay for child care which is an after-school program my son attends so I can work later than I normally do on the days he is not in that program.
I had a conversation with an employee of this child care agency who told me off the record that many "illegals" are given immediate child care vouchers as a part of their welfare benefit package. I was stupefied that I, an American citizen, born here, raised here, never been arrested, was pushed to the back of the bus by illegal aliens who have been handed child care vouchers as readily available las popcorn and hot dogs at a baseball park, while I have struggled to pay for my son's after school care for the past three years with money out of my own pocket.
This is just a small example of a much larger problem. Illegal aliens who don't speak English and obviously can't read English are driving cars and have no concept of the rules of the road because they come from a completely different country, a different culture and different driving rules! And, when they are pulled over and can't produce a driver's license, guess what: they are summoned to court, they pay a fine and get right back into their cars - still without a driver's license. They fraudulently obtain social security numbers or fake passports and fake identification cards which are then presented to obtain state benefits and services. No one questions this documentation.
And when someone like me questions this process, I'm told "Back of the bus whitebread."
Since Arizona passed its law, protesters are politicians and anyone else who wants to jump onto the poor poor pitiful illegal alien bandwagon are demanding that people boycott anything and everything to do with Arizona, including the 2011 Major League Baseball All-Star Game.
Uh-uh. Do not MESS with my baseball.
San Diego Padres first baseman Adrian Gonzalez threw out his two cents (after getting thrown out of a game the same night) when he recently voiced his big mouth blah blah about how HE will sit out the 2011 All Star game in Phoeniz and (oh brother) wants the MLB Players Association to boycott spring training in Arizona in 2011.
Hey Adrian - 411: what makes you think you're going to be voted to the All Star team anyways? And believe it or not, there are actually players who LIKE playing in Arizona and could care less about the new law that has got your cup all bunched up in your uniform pants.
My advice to you: Shut the eff up and play baseball. Us fans pay your salary. And if you are so unhappy here in the United States, move back to Tijuana.
I applaud Gov. Brewer for passing this law. Illegal immigration is a problem of enormous proportions in Arizona (it borders Mexico) and the murder of an Arizona rancher by Mexican drug smugglers (in the state illegally of course) spurred Brewer to pass the law. Illegal immigration is a problem of enormous proportions and has already spread like a plague.
I am not racist nor prejudice but when people who come into my country illegally and take away benefits for which I have a genuine need and to which I am legally entitled, then I support any state, any governor who passes a law to protect U.S. citizens like myself. What is disheartening is that President Obama doesn't support the new law and if my own president doesn't support a law that attempts to curb illegal immigration, I wonder for whom he is the president.
As long as my country welcomes illegal immigrants with the availability of taxpayer-funded benefits and services and free housing, this "whitebread" blogger is going to be riding at the back of the bus for a long time or worse - told to get off the bus because U.S. citizens aren't allowed on the bus anymore.
As a former law enforcement employee, my view is that if you are here legally, you will have a valid driver's license to show same. Most people don't carry around their birth certificates so proving legit citizenship could be a measure in complication.
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