Motorcycle adventure across America: California, Nevada

[Jeanfromfillmore]

Part 2: Motorcycle adventure across America: California, Nevada
A thunderous crowd received the Paul Revere Riders on the capitol steps in Salem, Oregon. Supporters stood with hundreds of signs declaring their anger against the invasion reaching into the guts of that once pristine state. Their police suffer a continual onslaught of drunken illegal alien drivers; prisons overflow with convicted felons while drugs and gangs wreak havoc in their cities. Oregon’s schools struggle with multiple languages and racial intimidation by arrogant illegal aliens in the classrooms. Even with English as a second language classes, the illegals profess no intention to assimilate into America’s mainstream. They continue growing in separation, fracturing and balkanization.



Yet their senators voted for Senate Bill 2611 which grants amnesty and citizenship to 20 million illegals. It raises legal immigration to catastrophic levels that will import 100 million people into our country from foreign lands within 20 years. It further degrades citizenship to the status of criminals who knowingly broke our laws to enter the United States. Again, it shows disrespect for our Constitution and a total disconnect of the 62 U.S. senators who voted in favor of lawlessness.

We cranked the throttles out of Salem into Oregon’s primordial, green forests. We curled the bikes through verdant valleys with awesome rivers and quaint houses settled into the backwoods. Where clear-cut timber harvests had denuded the land, we witnessed six foot high new growth from new pines planted to grow a new crop of trees. On the coast, we raced along the eternal Pacific Ocean. We crossed over the rivers where Lewis and Clark first made their way across this great land in 1803 with the Corps of Discovery.

Down Highway 1, we rode our bikes along a magnificent coastline with more curves than a can of angleworms. In the ocean, castle-sized rocks soared skyward with thousands of birds perched on their craggy cliffs. Seagulls sailed along the updrafts while waves rushed the sandy-white beaches.

Welcome to California the sign read. Cindy and Micha raised their hands high as they roared along the road on their Harley’s. Years ago, California Dreamin’ expressed what California meant to its newcomers: gold in them thar hills, hope, opportunity and personal betterment. As we cruised along magnificent vistas, my heart soared along that windswept coast. I bicycled and motorcycled along its beauty a dozen times in the past. It’s still as wondrous as ever.

That is, until we hit San Francisco! From the city where Tony Bennett sang, I left my heart south to Los Angles, California morphs into a nightmare. It’s like riding from bliss into an ugly storm. One gas station attendant, an immigrant from India, didn’t like our signs that read, Stop Illegal Immigration. He called us White trash. I just about fell out of my seat being called names by an immigrant. More illegals cursed us and flipped us the bird. More Americans cheered us along the gridlocked highways. On the chase van, in big letters, it reads, HOW MANY PEOPLE ARE ENOUGH? That sign became more appropriate as we sat in gridlock. We crossed over the Golden Gate Bridge with fog rolling in off the Pacific. In the distance, Alcatraz loomed dark against the gathering nightlights of the city by the bay.

Staying at Charles and Tammy’s apartment that night on the south side of the city, I asked their 10 year old boy Brandon how was school? He said, I’m home schooled. Why don’t you attend school? I asked. It’s too dangerous they beat me up, steal everything and I could get stabbed at school no one speaks English.

We got an earful of what has happened to San Francisco. It is no longer an American city, but a hodgepodge of legal and illegal immigrants that do not speak English nor do they participate in what it means to be an American citizen. They stand on the fringe of America, not citizens, not invested, not one of us like a cancer cell that feeds off the host, but does not contribute. They encompass a growing armada of over three million illegal aliens in California that has bankrupted 86 hospitals in five years and turned schools into gang and battle grounds. American students don’t stand a chance. It costs Californians $10.2 billion in services to illegals while taxpayers stagger under at $38 billion state debt.

To make matters worse, California, driven by legal and illegal immigration, grows by 1,500 to 2,000 people daily. It adds 500 cars to its choked highways every 24 hours with no end in sight. Housing and development destroy hundreds of thousands of farmland acres annually. Water will be the defining crisis for California’s future. On a sobering note, California’s growth adds 20 million people by 2035. Jay Leno makes lots of jokes about it, but when the last joke is told, no one will be laughing.

We headed east toward Carson City, Nevada for a rally and news conference. With all the press releases, calls and faxes that we send out to the media, only 50 people showed up for the rally. One quiet reporter took a few notes, but that was it. It astounds me that over 500,000 illegal aliens marched in L.A. a month ago supporting illegality, only 50 Americans showed up to support our rights as citizens. When 50,000 illegals marched in Denver, only 10 of us stood on the corner protesting their illegality. Should America fall into the same consequences as Paris, France with their immigrant riots last December, it will attest to American apathy of the cancer that grows by 10,000 illegals daily according to Time Magazine, September 20, 2004, Who Left the Door Open?
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If any of us, no matter what our race, creed or color might be, refuse to engage our U.S. Congress as we have not for 30 years as to the population/immigration equation—our children will find themselves living in a terribly degraded America where the American Dream will be described by the history books as a ‘fleeting fantasy’ from the era of 1950 to 2010. These are several of the top organizations where you can take collective action to change the course of American history as well as in Canada, the United Kingdom and Australia. Take collective action at www.numbersusa.com ; www.fairus.org ; www.capsweb.org ; www.thesocialcontract.com ; www.populationmedia.org ; www.worldpopulationbalance.org ; www.populationconnection.org ; www.quinacrine.com ; www.familyplanning.org/ , www.skil.org ; www.growthbusters.com ; www.populationpress.org ; www.thinkpopulation.org ; www.carryingcapacity.org ; www.balance.org ; www.controlgrowth.org ; in Canada www.immigrationwatchcanada.org ; in Australia www.population.org.au and PublicPopForum@yahoogroups.com ; in Great Britain www.optimumpopulation.org ; and dozens of other sites accessed at www.frostywooldridge.com.

[Rim05]

We headed east toward Carson City, Nevada for a rally and news conference. With all the press releases, calls and faxes that we send out to the media, only 50 people showed up for the rally. One quiet reporter took a few notes, but that was it. It astounds me that over 500,000 illegal aliens marched in L.A. a month ago supporting illegality, only 50 Americans showed up to support our rights as citizens. When 50,000 illegals marched in Denver, only 10 of us stood on the corner protesting their illegality. Should America fall into the same consequences as Paris, France with their immigrant riots last December, it will attest to American apathy of the cancer that grows by 10,000 illegals daily according to Time Magazine, September 20, 2004, Who Left the Door Open?

I think the answer is, the illegals want our country more than WE do.