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Archive for the month “May, 2013”

Scouting ….The New Jamboree



I don’t like to name names of people and places due to the high potential for liability and law suit.  But I will this time.  I worked for six years as the Director of Nursing in a facility in Libby Montana.  The name of the place was the LibbyCareCenter.  If was a for-profit facility owned by Centennial Health Care. A company that owns and manages over a hundred hospitals and nursing homes across the country.

When I was there, the United Way called me and asked for donations toward their cause.  They also said that they were sponsoring a boycott of the Boy Scouts of America because of their  issues with not having gay troop leaders.   At that time, I had my three sons as boy scouts.  I knew that 100% of the parents of the Libby scout troop were dead set against having openly gay troop leaders.  When the United Way called,  I told them that “not only will I not donate money to your cause, but I will not allow any of my 110 employees to donate any money to this cause.  I will have payroll deduction that can go to The Boy Scouts of America if they wish, but no money at all will ever go to the United Way as long as I am the director.”  The United Way representative responded,  “do what you feel you must, but we’ll see what happens when I talk to your corporate headquarters.”

Much to my disbelief,  Centennial Health Care HQ, must have been a Boy Scout supporter because they said that they supported me in my endeavors against the establishment of gay boy scout troop leaders.  The United Way people were very unhappy.

That was a number of years ago.  I still haven’t given a cent to the United Way and I’m pretty sure the corporate office at Centennial  did the same.   I cannot say enough good stuff about the people at Centennial head quarters.   But in the end,  it has been a long and arduous battle and I,  and the Boy Scouts have lost.  It seems that the Boy Scouts of America has finally given in the tremendous PC pressure of the gay rights activists.


I just read this article from (CNN) — Openly gay youths will be allowed to join scouting.  Openly gay men will be allowed to lead scouting troops,  a historic decision the Boy Scouts of America says will keep it unclouded by “a single, divisive, and unresolved societal issue.”

More than 60% of the group’s 1,400-member national council voted Thursday at an annual meeting in Grapevine, Texas, for the change, which takes effect Jan. 1.

“No one may be denied membership in the Boy Scouts of America on the basis of sexual orientation or preference alone,” says the resolution.

I think that this is yet another decisive blow towards destroying Christianity in America.

Read the FULL ARTICLE here.


New House Blues



Well, It’s done.  My house sold almost a month ago.  Since then, we’ve been living  in a one bedroom apartment that resembles more of a room at a “Motel 6″  than a home.  I have no television and no internet.  I walk to Safeway and sit on a bench near the can recycling station to update my website.  People come and go.  They cuss at the machine as it refuses to take an off brand can.  Occasionally a vagrant with his cart full of cans will want to strike up a conversation.  I sit huddled over a laptop trying to get my thoughts together and get my article published.  I wonder if he’ll take a few dollars to keep on walking and leave me in peace.  All and all, I’ll admit that this was getting rather tiresome.  A real place that has some stability would be nice.

My wife came home to our little motel room the other day and proclaimed, “I’ve found our new house.”  She was so confident,  she said that she had put down some earnest money.  She was bubbling with excitement.  “Come on, get up,  lets go look!  I can’t wait to show it to you.”  she said.  I can’t say how excited I was to be gallivanting off to look at a new house.  For me, looking at a new “in town” house was about as exciting as going to see the dentist.  Oh well,  she was happy and I like it when the wife is happy,  so I played along.  We got in the car and I drove almost two whole blocks.  I was grumbling…”ya know, we coulda just walked this far…”  She was undisturbed at my surliness.  “It’s an in town house.”  I grumbled again.  No, it’s actually a  town-home.” She corrected me.   “Even better.”  Oh well, I guess I did vaguely remember telling her that anything within reason, as long as she was happy… and I had some sort of workspace to do a project and fix things.  I guess a two car garage would be considered a “workshop.”

On arrival, we entered and the real estate agent and my wife started chatting like old friends.  They walked off talking about draperies,  carpets, paints, blah, blah.  I was left in the entryway.  I walked out to the workshop and took a look around.  Yep, not bad.  It has a water spicket, a blank wall to put a sink to wash my hands,  and a 30 amp socket for my welder.  I guess I could work with this.  Not the best, but it could do.  After a while, the ladies  returned.  “Well, what do you think?”   I looked around, “It’ll do.”  She smiled and gave me a big kiss and a hug,  ”I love you.”  It’s really nice when my wife is this way… what the heck, It doesn’t have a big yard or a tractor, but  I could probably live here.

After a while we went back home to our motel like apartment.  I wasn’t looking forward to this part at all.  The worst of the whole deal was just beginning.  The next few days were like dealing with a newly discovered pregnancy.  She was all a-buzz with talk of “the new house.”  She was looking at decorating magazines, taking me to Home Depot and looking at the kitchen and bath sections, pointing out the stuff that “will go with this” and “will match with that.”   She even bought a new shower nozzle and some under the cabinet lighting,  for me “to install later.”  The next day we went to IKEA.  And, oh my gosh that was a large store.  It was like a country all unto itself.  It was like a maze for humans.  Totally tortuous to walk through.  I saw this little girl and her mother just ahead of us.  Her mother was all enthusiastic… like  my wife.  The little girl was not… like me.  The little girl cried for about the first hour then she eventually went to sleep in the cart.  The little girl looked a lot like I felt,   tired and totally drained.   I wanted to take a nap too.  I said, “I’m with you little girl… I feel your pain”  Bonnie said, “hey, what are you mumbling about?”   I didn’t say a thing.  I knew better.

Oh well, at least I can eventually look forward to some stability in my life.  I can get back to building cool things and working in my own workshop.  Oh yea,  after I get all of my tools out of storage and then build a whole new workshop…   Damn.

Conspiracy Theory Thursday



Think of this when he says “I got Bin Laden”

This looks a little suspicious if you really think about it.  We watched it on the news.  We say our President give his victory speech.  We saw people cheering in the streets.  But really?

After a raid like the one that was portrayed on television, where Navy Seals hit  Bin Laden’s compound,  you would think that some sort of proof would have been a natural thing to provide. There isn’t any. If no one saw his body.   The SEAL team that performed the raid is now all dead.  They all supposedly died in a tragic and accidental  helicopter crash and there is no corroborating evidence by Navy doctors or corpsmen … then what?   Is it possible that the whole thing never happened?

I just got this article From the UK Daily Mail:

Revealed: Military emails show that NO U.S. sailors witnessed Osama bin Laden’s secret burial at sea

Although the Obama administration has pledged to be the most transparent in American history, it is keeping a tight hold on materials related to the bin Laden raid.

In a response to separate requests from the AP for information about the mission, the Defense Department said in March that it could not locate any photographs or video taken during the raid or showing bin Laden’s body. It also said it could not find any images of bin Laden’s body on the Vinson.

The Pentagon also said it could not find any death certificate, autopsy report or results of DNA identification tests for bin Laden, or any pre-raid materials discussing how the government planned to dispose of bin Laden’s body if he were killed.”

Read more here

Apparently, the whole thing is now lost and not recoverable.  All we seem to have in support that Bin Laden is dead is the verbal speech made by our leader and commander in chief.  Hmmmm.  Call me unpatriotic, call me a conspiracy nut job.   But I don’t believe everything that Obama says just because he says it.  He is not my lord and savior and I do not believe in him.  I confess that I’m proud to be an  Obama atheist.

No Internet, No TV… Making My Own Entertainment



This may not make that much sense to some of you out there.  So for anyone that doesn’t know me, or hasn’t been reading  my crazy ramblings for more than a week  or two, well, you have my  permission to skip this one and wait till next weeks post comes out.  I should be back  to my typical political rant by then.

I started writing this blog-thing as my own personal mental health therapy.  I spill my feelings and you all are more than willing to flood my mailbox with your own recommended therapy.  Some of you are very kind and supportive with your comments.  And some of which cannot  be repeated in  this forum as I try to maintain at least a “PG-13″ rating. It’s all very entertaining and also therapeutic for me. For better or worse,  I’m glad I have fans out there.  Even the people out there who claim to hate me are fans.  You say you hate me, but for some reason, you still read my stuff and you still send plenty of hate  mail.  If you really hated me, you’d simply delete my address from your favorites column and never come back to my site… hmmm.  I’m right aren’t I.

Yep, a politics holiday.   It’s just that (1.) my internet is down and I can only get a few minutes at Starbucks to scan the news feeds and to amend my posts and publish them.  (2.) I’m sick of all of the politics for now anyway.  “Obama from Chicago” is every bit as corrupt as “Jimmy Hoffa from Chicago” ever was.  It’s just that the major news networks are covering up for him.  MSNBC is like Obama’s personal condom protecting him from any bad judicial or  congressional review or investigation that may land him in jail.  With the spin from the networks, his rating has maintained practically unchanged.  And for that, I’m pretty much, fed up with news for a while.  I’m on a news holiday. It’s been almost a week and may go another week.

So instead of politics,  I’m gonna talk  more about my feelings.  Does anyone feel a need for revenge?   Senseless angry suffering imposed onto others?  I know it’s wrong.  God says let not ye be judged or something like that.  Let’s just say professional nurses shouldn’t have negative feelings about other people.   I have always felt that everyone that is injured or sick is in need and my job as a nurse is to help them.  But on the other hand, I feel that sometimes people are at their end.   I mean, when I was an ER nurse, I saw many horrible things that were done to someone  by another someone.  I worked for three years in downtown New Orleans back  in the early 90′s.  It is beyond imagination what some people are capable  of doing to others.  I also worked in the STD clinic and got a first hand,  experience of the lowest of humanity.  I got a real life view, (not the Hollywood version)  of the drug and sex trade industry.  The experience left scars on my mental state.  Although now I’m more mature and a lot older, I still maintain that all people who are injured or sick, regardless of their past history or misdoings are in need.  I am  there to take care of the sick and injured,  even if it may be a predator who was accidentally injured by a victim.

When  I think  about it, this is flawed logic.  It’s like being the  nurse who gives the lethal injection to  someone on death row at the state prison.  I’m the guy who still washes his hands and uses an alcohol swab to stick the needle in.  Sometimes it doesn’t make sense.   What’s really strange, is when sometimes the alternate flashes through my head.  I mean, I get a flash of anger or vengeance.  It’s a totally foreign feeling that I don’t know really how to handle.  I try to “turn the other cheek” and “not judge” others.  So far, that has held pretty good.  I get frustrated and short with some people, (especially at work).  I later apologize try to make an weak attempt to explain my actions.  But I feel bad for weeks afterword.

Sometimes I let my guard down.  For example, once I just snapped and I lash out and try to make the offending one pay and pay dearly with maximum suffering.  Vengeance for an action committed against me, even if it’s an action that was purely accidental.  A case for simply being in the wrong place at the wrong time.  Is it wrong to extol pain  to a hapless victim simply for being there when the time was right?

The other day I ran out to the mailbox to get the mail.  I was waiting for a new book from Amazon, so I was in a hurry.  It had just finished raining.  I was running and I was barefooted.  I didn’t think  to get my shoes because of my haste.  There were dozens of slugs on the walk.  I didn’t notice until it was too late.  A slug about the size of a small banana squished between my toes.  I slipped and skidded to a stop.  I was angry and also burdened with having to clean the cool nastiness from between my toes.  I was out for vengeance!  I gathered up as many of his friends (and accomplices) as I could find and brought them  in to “Johns slug prison  camp”.  I said, for your actions against humanity, you were going to suffer.  But I am not without mercy.  If you can make  it through the maze of pain, you may go free.

Entertainment for the whole afternoon and didn’t cost a thing. … crazy huh?


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Piss Poor… and a few other random thoughts



I love Google.  I mean, it seems like it was just yesterday that if I wanted to know something, I would have to go down to the library.  I’d have to fuss with the old lady who made you whisper everything.  I’d eventually make my way down to the huge card catalog.  I’d look up whatever I was after and scribble down the numbered location via the “Dewy Decimal System” and head off on my quest for information.  It was hours wasted time just to get a few treasured answers.  Now, in 2013,   and many thanks to Google,  it’s so incredibly easy. These kids now-a-days, don’t even know.

Older people like myself,  need to learn something new every day just to keep the grey matter workin’. In my free time, I look up stuff all day long.  I was working with a doctor today who made an offhand  comment, “this guy will never pay his bill… He’s piss poor…”  It made me think.  First, this was a pretty crass comment coming from a surgeon.  Second,  that was a really strange thought.  I mean, What does he mean?  What’s he talking about?  Where exactly did “Piss Poor” come from? So I looked it up. (after I was off duty).

Interesting History.

Apparently, back in the good old days, they used to use urine to tan animal skins, so families used to all pee in a pot. Once it was full it was taken to town and sold to the tannery.  If you had to do this to survive you were considered “Piss Poor.”  But worse than that were the really, really poor folk who couldn’t even afford to buy a pot…  It was said they “didn’t have a pot to piss in” and were the lowest of the low.

The next time you are washing your hands and complain because the water temperature isn’t just how you like it, think about how things used to be.  Here are some more facts.  This is about the 1500’s  Most people got married in June because they took their yearly bath in May, They still smelled pretty good by June. However, since they were just starting to smell, Brides carried a bouquet of flowers to hide the body odor. Hence the custom today of carrying a bouquet when getting married.

Baths consisted of a big tub filled with hot water. The man of the house, and primary wage earner, had the privilege of the nice clean water, and therefore got the pleasure of the very first bath.  Then following were all the other sons and men, then the women and finally the children.  Last of all the babies were allowed to get a bath. By this time,  the water was so dirty you could actually lose someone in it. Hence the saying, “Don’t throw the baby out with the Bath water!”

Back in the day, houses had thatched roofs.  Thick straw-piled high, with no wood underneath. It was the only place for animals to get warm, so all the cats and other small animals (mice, bugs) lived in the roof. When it rained it became slippery and sometimes the animals would slip and fall off the roof. Hence the saying, “It’s raining cats and dogs.”

Because it was only straw and the rafters were widely spaced, there was nothing to stop things from falling through into the house. This posed a real problem in the bedroom where bugs and other droppings could mess up your nice clean bed. Hence, a bed with big posts and a sheet hung over the top afforded some protection. That’s how canopy beds came into existence.

The floors of these houses was dirt. Only the wealthy had something other than dirt. Hence the saying, “Dirt poor.” The wealthy had slate floors that would get slippery.  In the winter when wet, so they spread thresh (straw) on floor to help keep their footing.

As the winter wore on, they added more thresh until, when you opened the door,

It would all start slipping outside. A piece of wood was placed in the entrance-way.

Hence: the thresh hold.


(Trivia is a lot of fun, isn’t it?)  I’m sorry if you aren’t familiar with my crazy ramblings,  this is just how my ADD works.  I start out with a simple inquiry, looking up some trivia about the meaning of “Piss Poor” and the next thing I know, I suddenly realize that two hours have magically gone by and I’m working on something very different, like burying a person alive… accidentally. Crazy isn’t it?


Anyhow, In those old days, they cooked in the kitchen with a big kettle that always hung over the fire.  Every day they lit the fire and added things to the pot. They ate mostly vegetables and didn’t  get much meat. They would eat the stew for dinner, leaving leftovers.  In the pot to get cold overnight and then start over the next day.

Sometimes stew had food in it that had been there for quite a while.

Hence the rhyme:

“Peas porridge hot, peas porridge cold,

peas porridge in the pot nine days old”.

Sometimes they lucky enough to obtain pork.  This made them feel quite special. When visitors came over, they would hang up their bacon to show off.  It was a sign of wealth that a man could, “bring home the bacon.”  They would even cut off a little piece to share with guests.  The family would all sit around and “chew the fat.”

Those with money had plates made of pewter.  Food with high acid content caused some of the lead to leach onto the food, causing lead poisoning death.  This would happened most often with tomatoes.  So for the next 400 years or so,  tomatoes were considered poisonous.

Bread was divided according to status.  Workers got the burnt bottom of the loaf, the family got the middle,  and guests got the top, or the upper crust.

Lead cups were used to drink ale or whiskey.  The combination would sometimes knock the drinkers out for a couple of days.  Someone walking along the road would take them for dead and prepare them for burial.  They were laid out on the kitchen table for a couple of days and the family would gather around and eat and drink and wait and see if they would wake up.  Hence the custom “holding a wake”.   England is old and small and the local folks started running out of places to bury people.  So they would dig up coffins and would take the bones to a bone-house, and reuse the grave.  When reopening these coffins,  1 out of 25 coffins were found to have  scratch marks on the inside and they realized they  had been burying people alive. So they would tie a string on the wrist of the corpse, lead it through the coffin and up through the ground and tie it to a bell.  Someone would have to sit out in the graveyard all night (the graveyard shift.) to listen for the bell; thus, someone could be, “saved by the bell” or was “considered a dead ringer”.

And that’s the truth.  Thank goodness for Google.  I’ve been looking stuff up for several hours and now it’s getting close to bed time.  Due to my advancing age, I need my beauty sleep.  Oh well,  whoever said History was boring…  So get out there and educate someone!  Trivia can be quite fun.  Just ask Alex Trebek!  He used to host my favorite game show.

Hypocrisy: Gotta Light?



Some of you may say it’s immoral, selfish, or just plan horrible for a nurse to say these things.  But here goes… In the animal kingdom, stupid animals don’t flourish.  They don’t even reproduce.  As a Libertarian, I’ve preached many years about “personal  responsibility.”  I believe humankind would be considerably better off if Darwinism would be allowed to run it’s course.

Here in Oregon we have a “Nanny state” that jumps in and save the truly stupid people from their selves.  Every year there are countless thousands of tax dollars spent on lost hikers and people stuck on Mt.Hood.  In Montana, they simply have a sign that says “hike at your own risk.”  Instead of having “mandatory traction devices” and an emergency crew paid to save stupid people from the finicky Oregon weather, Montana has a sign that says “warning, roads not maintained in winter months.”   If you run off the road in the Winter, you will certainly be found in the Spring.  Montana is a Libertarian state.  I learned the Libertarian ways in the six year that I lived there.  As a result, I am self reliant.  In the Winter months, I carry road flares, chains, emergency supplies… as does every citizen currently living in Montana.  In contrast,  Oregon fosters and breeds stupid people that are totally reliant on the government for their survival.   I  don’t believe that anyone should be reliant on  anyone else for their survival.  In my book, that’s called being a slave.  I refuse to be a slave to the government… or anyone else for that matter.

On a slightly different rant… I have been seeing quite a few commercials about the dangers of smoking recently.  There’s folks with their legs hacked off, and others wearing wigs and a mask because the lost their face due to smoking.  There were several with a tracheotomy in their neck trying to talk and breathe through the neck hole at the same time.   It was touching.  At the very end of these commercials, I notice that the federal government is footing a large part of the bill. So let me get this straight;  The Federal Government wants folks to quit smoking…  but they also raise a huge amount of money taxing the tobacco companies. So if there are less smokers, there will be less tax dollars. What the hay I say?  They want smokers to smoke to enhance their revenue, yet they pay for advertisement to encourage people to quit smoking.  Hmmm.

And does not the Chump in the oval office fire up a smoke on occasion himself?  Here is a new thought to throw the whole thing into a spiral.   Stop taxing the tobacco companies.  Stop forcing health care on us.  It’s like a bartender complaining about having to deal with drunk people.  If the government would get out of the “provider healthcare business,”  they wouldn’t need to worry about the rising costs associated with lung cancer.  They wouldn’t need to worry how the expense of caring for these smokers might be covered or what provider would cover them.   Then there would be no need for commercials like these.

I work sometimes all day long doing Oncology surgery.  Yes, I see some horrible things.  I feel terrible for most of them.  On the other hand, a large percentage of these people smoked like fiends up in till their cancer diagnosis.   Much the same, all the people in these propaganda shorts knew the risk when they sparked the first cancer stick. They now need to stop whining and deal with the consequences of their choices.

I’ve got a new term…   “Individual responsibility”   Sometimes, there just isn’t someone else to blame for your stupid decisions.  And most importantly, there won’t always be someone else to pay for your healthcare when your stupid decisions eventually come home to roost.

And in conclusion… this is for all of you out there who don’t smoke,  never have smoked a single cigarette,  in your unnaturally shortened lives.  If you have cancer and you find out it’s simply because  you have a bad genetic code that predisposes you to cancer,  well,  you have my prayers and my deepest sympathy.  So please don’t send me a bunch of hate mail.

Political Correctness trumps Combat Readiness



I  have a son in the Army and anytime I see a policy that is pure political correctness and total crap and it also impacts our troops combat readiness, it makes me fume.  I  mean after all, the bulk of the entire military is made up of young hormonal males.  From the time of the American Revolution when our military was formed, guys would talk about their woman back home or bring pictures or drawings with them as a memento as the go into battle.  World War I and II weren’t much  different. For the guys that didn’t have a wife or girlfriend back home, there were icon and pin up girls.  The most famous was the “Memphis Belle” nose art on a B-17 bomber.  You can call it superstition,  or really anything you want,  but this was fantasy art that helped our guys muster a stronger fighting spirit to get through the battle and eventually win the war.

Today’s military is apparently very different.  “Warriors should be polite, considerate, and driven to support diversity.”   Defense Secretary Chuck Hagel has ordered a close-up and comprehensive inspection of all military offices and workplaces worldwide to root out any “materials that create a degrading or offensive work environment.”

The extraordinary searches will be similar to those the Air Force conducted last year and prompted officers to scour troops’ desks and cubicles in search of photos, calendars, magazines, screen-savers, computer files and any other items that might be considered degrading toward women.  The Secretary has said,   “This sort of behavior is simply unacceptable and negatively impacts combat readiness.”

When will we learn that the path to military victory does not include horny young men? The path to military victory is to suppress typical male aggressiveness and the strong fighting spirit and to foster and support a gender and sex neutral workplace. Only when men are stripped of their sexual desire and accompanying aggression will the new neutered military achieve full combat readiness.  Forward march to a non-threatening, effete new military.

How can we ever expect to be ready, or have any hope in hell of an actual functioning military with leaders like this?  I pray for our military and for our country  if we ever actually need a real army to defend this country against a real enemy threat.

Quote of the Day



If we wake up some morning and find several American cities in radioactive ruins, courtesy of a nuclear Iran, or North Korea, nobody is going to care whether the president who lets this happen is the first black president or the last Caucasian president.  No matter what happens,  many people will continue to  vote for symbolism, as if an election is a popularity contest, like choosing a college’s homecoming queen or parade marshal.

Thomas Sowell


Yes, the things you do, the things you say, the people you support or hang with make a difference.  You actions do have consequences.  Even the people you vote for makes a difference.

I  can’t believe the people who voted for a President simply because he was handsome, or because he said he would give them a free cell phone, or additional money in their welfare check,  or any number of stupid things he promised or might have promised the useful idiots of  America.

Spine day



Of all surgery that I do, spine surgery is my favorite.  I had a day with one of my favorite spine surgeons.  I came in on my off day.  Overtime to cover his case.  It was fun,  challenging  and overall a really great day.   On the other hand, this surgeon has a lot of energy.  He is rather high intensity in how he works.  The energy and stress really takes it’s toll. I mean, at the end of the day, I’m bushed.  I came home and my wife was waiting to go out.  “Lets have dinner out and see a movie”

I don’t want to sound like a male chauvinist, but I’m really glad my wife works.  It’s not about the money either.  I have plenty of money and I could easily retire tomorrow if I so desired.  Believe it or not,  I like to work and I really enjoy doing what I do.   Not to sound mean, but I also like it when my wife works a little too.

I have friends who have “stay at home” wives.  This is a terrible thing.  My wife and I work similar days.  We try hard to have the same days so we can car pool. However, there are some days that we can’t get it together. I’m OK with that on a limited basis.  On the days I’m at home and she works,  I can do guy stuff.  I reload some ammo and go to the range. I do things that she wouldn’t usually like to do.   On the other hand, when I work and she doesn’t, it’s not so good.  This week I worked several extra days.  I had a very busy day and upon getting home today, she greeted me at the door all alert and full of energy.  “I’m glad you’re home.  I was bored and now you’re here, we can go out and have fun.”  See where this is going?   I mean, it’s a little better when we both get home exhausted and we both want to have a light meal and go to bed.  Well, at least it’s better when she can commiserate with my tiredness and will allow me to have a quiet evening at home.  On the other hand,  when we both work and when we both have a day off together, well, then we both seem to have a lot of energy together.  We actually go out and have fun together at the same time.

See,  it all works out…  even if it’s work.

Everything you need to know about the immigration bill



It will change America into a permanently blue nation with a radical and permanent shift to the left.

The immigration proposal pending in Congress would transform the nation’s political landscape for a generation or more — pumping as many as 11 million new Hispanic voters into the electorate a decade from now in ways that, if current trends hold, would produce an electoral bonanza for Democrats and cripple Republican prospects in many states they now win easily.

Beneath the philosophical debates about amnesty and border security, there are brass-tacks partisan calculations driving the thinking of lawmakers in both parties over comprehensive immigration reform, which in its current form offers a pathway to citizenship — and full voting rights — for a group of undocumented residents that roughly equals the population of Ohio, the nation’s seventh-largest state.

No matter how you feel about immigration, illegal aliens, or our Southern border,  “tired and poor yearning to breathe free” and so on… the immigration bill isn’t about that at all. It is about creating a permanent Democrat Party majority in government in America and permanently  changing the country toward a Socialist society forever.

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