"Build THIS"
by Bucktowndusty
Politicians and newspaper columnists define community as "a group of people living in the same locality and under the same government". The average citizen defines it as "a group of people having common interests". When applied to the issue of illegal immigration, this subtle difference in definition becomes an obvious rift.
Illegal immigration proponents claim that illegal immigrants, termed undocumented migrants, are "breathing new life into communities", and "revitalizing neighborhoods", but the average citizen hears, "law-breakers forcing linguistically, and socially segregated enclaves onto existing communities, draining their social services, and robbing them of $14.3 billion each year; the annual remittance payments sent to foreign countries".
The average citizen may not have access to style guides, but they know buzz words from the liberal media when they hear them, and they know that the aforementioned $14.3 billion dollars used to be spent at local supermarkets, clothing stores, and mom-and-pop businesses, each run by legal Americans.
The average citizen looks at lowered wages, overcrowded schools, foreign language job requirements, segregated sub-communities, lost neighborhood funds, and editorials from liberal newspaper columnists and says, "Don't piss down my neck and call it rain"(or revitalization either).
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"Ice Man"
by A. Hamilton
Our world seemed much larger yesterday. Then, we traveled to far away
places on ships of dreams. We thought we had plenty of time, and at first we
did. We had time to watch the sun rise and the honeybee romance a rose.
Time to watch the rain, in slow motion, as it hit the parched ground, causing
a plume of dust to rise in concert with a kettledrum.
My generation remembers Charley, an old black man with white stubby
whiskers and his horse Stonewall. Stonewall pulled the ice wagon as
Charley's slow, tired voice proclaimed, "Ice Man, Ice Man," to those of us
that still needed his service. Charley never burdened Stonewall by riding in
the wagon. Instead, he walked, shuffling oversized worn out shoes, as was the
worn soul of his stead. We don't remember what became of Charley. He and
Stonewall seemed to have disappeared at the end of our street, like the trail
of water from the melted ice as it steamed on the hot macadam. No matter,
it didn't seem important now that we had electric refrigerators.
Cold war and high tech were on the horizon carrying huge bundles of
"Hurry-up." Patience was no longer a virtue and a minute was squeezed into
a second. The era of acceleration was upon us with twangy, electric guitars
and shaking legs, and if "You ain't never caught a rabbit, then, you ain't
no friend of mine". We were Rock N' Rolling with just enough time to grab a
shake, fries and a double cheeseburger at our favorite drive-in. The family car, driven by a teenager, could speed to one hundred and fifty miles an hour. Prop
driven airplanes became a thing of the past, replaced by powerful jets with
swept-back wings, their beauty a complex result of function.
Now, we are caught up in a wildly spinning vacuum of mega bytes and
fatless food, our world growing smaller and our foreheads reaching towards
the back of our necks. We're either flabby or jogging and sometimes both.
Our arteries are as hard as our heads and we don't borrow time from that
precious compacted second to parent our children.
Someday, my generation will be flung from the spiraling cone, landing on
our butts, our heads spinning. We'll stare at the future and fret for the
youths trapped in our misguided tornado that's running out of space and time.
We'll fret that they may never see the sun rise, or the honeybee and the
rose, or watch the rain and hear the sound of the kettledrum. We'll fret
that they will never see Stonewall and Charley or hear that slow, tired voice
proclaim, "Ice Man, Ice Man."
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