Ok, Greta, ok. I get it. I get it. Really I do. And i'm right with ya there all the way, 30 percent! We have to have more respect for dear Mother Earth or she may just decide to have her way with us one of these days...
And although I am a logger, a fishing guide, a builder and I burn an awful lot of fuel and I dearly love to travel, and, and i'm absolutely everything you love to hate. (I forgot where I was going with this...oh yeah). I too love the wild spaces on the planet and I too hate the destruction of mountains and rivers and the cute little ecosystems which have been thriving for thousands of millions of billions of years without any assistance at all from super-intelligent human beings who are so clever they can tell the future while ignoring and erasing all the lessons of the past at the same time.
Butt... and here is The Enormous Butt: But, is this generation of climaphobes really considering what it is collectively and severally asking for, because "here's the thing": say we were somehow motivated to panic as you suggest we all should, and we really went all in, every last one of us on planet earth, and we said, "hellzyeah!" enough of burning fuel and running businesses and all that climate-killing rot. Say we stop the whole shmear in a day. What's going to happen in this glorious new garden of eden?
Well, for one small thing, the food will cease to be brought to the population centers. In fact, production of food will all but cease overnight! But don't despair, there are farmers here and there with chickens and some with cows and no doubt they will all be just too happy to just give their resources to the starving masses and won't mind a bit seeing their fields of wheat and corn being trampled by bare-footed starving zombie hoards from this city and that, because surely they will understand that, as the food is no longer being produced and transported to the city slickers, those same city slickers will have to revert to a nomadic lifestyle and roam the land like their starving ancestors in days of yore. (whatever the heck yore is).
Imagine the utopia it will be: People re-learning how to make socks out of racoons and toilet paper out of foxes. Parents teaching their children how to prepare frozen alfalfa in delightful, exciting new environmentally frenly ways! And with all the time no longer being wasted on the stupid internet, there will be plenty of time for frolicking freely out there in the dark, in the freezing rain, with electricity now being done away with entirely, barbarous relic of the past that that thing was.
And if it gets too cold, one will always be able to ride a horse-drawn eco-cart into one of those naturally unheated malls, kept open to prevent the desperate from resorting to working for a living and over-heating themselves, and doing violence in this way to the climate. Oh the joys of climaphobia! Will they never cease?
Thank you Greta, and thank you again. And please give my love to your handlers, those people we never see on CNN, who groomed you and raised you just for this moment in history! No doubt, the importance of their mission will demand a somewhat less eco-freny lifestyle than the rest of us will be enjoying. Perfectly understandable, the private jets and exotic retreats, because someone will need to demonstrate just how dumb the rest of us once we're before the GREAT enlightening you brought to our senses, dear Greta, wonderful climate poster girl that you are...
Seems it's been awhile since I put a few thoughts on my blog. I'm not on a time schedule and I don't want to pollute the internet with obligatory phrases, sentences and words more than it already is. You're welcome!
Gold and silver are starting to hit their own, with silver up around 3 percent on the day, but still, they are just dead rocks and don't pay dividends and are an archaic relics of long-dead civilizations, so there is that.
Still, gold was for sale at 35 bucks an ounce in 1971 and today a one ounce canadian coin rings in at over 2,100 an ounce, so a case can be made for it holding its buying power against a steadily degrading currency, which is the true root of the inflationary plant, not business-owner greed as so many suppose.
Just one honest look at govt "deficit" "budgets" should convince the most starry-eyed statist that even with the massive degree of taxation we endure, someone isn't yet satisfied and must, simply must, spend more, continually outdoing themselves year after decade. Truly govos all over the world seem to have the worst case of financial diarrhea and need to find the source of their irritable bowel syndrome FAST before we are all completely covered in their "leavings"!
There are a few voices suggesting though, that this lavish degree of expenditure will not be reined in but will in fact, only increase in the years to come and that precious metals retain their buying power where nearly nothing else will in a world where paper wealth is all that seems to matter, and have done so for hundreds and thousands of years, archaic, stupid rocks though they are.
But for the rest of us peons, who can ill-afford anything remotely precious, bartering may prove a path to survival/thrival, bypassing as it does, the normal suctioning forces of a nation-state gone mad with its uncontrollable diaper-issues.
So, it's "Open for Business","Trades Welcome" time in beautiful Teslin Yukon!
And I am actually serious! Bartering of course was the original system of trade which was eventually displaced by paper currency (fiat), which was originally used as a more convenient system than carrying a few cows around in your pocket. But paper currency is dispensable, a fact our ruling overlords want us to forget. So just forget I said anything, ok?.
On to more serious business: It's been a great summer! The "moisture" we received was at times unpleasant, but way less so than the alternatives in this region: drought, dry lightning strikes and towering infernos, so we'll just save that stuff for the apocolypse and don a rainjacket or two shall we and just go fishin'.
A highlight of the summer for sure was having Bruce Sassman and his lifelong friend Danny up here from Missouri for four days of action-packed fishing. It's impossible not to have a good time with those two!
Soon as we met I knew this was going to be fun: Danny introduced himself by saying "I'm in good shape for 81 but I'm 74" and "been married 51 years.... four women" (my math memory might be off by a woman or two but you get the drift and God bless anyone with a sense of humor these days.) From the "don't make a scene!" when I tried to pay the restaurant tab to the "you go mushroom picking, that's who you'd want with you" in reference to an extremely elderly, hunched over woman, it was a real blast.
In four days we caught I imagine hundreds of pike, a good number of grayling and one lonely lake trout, and a bit of seasickness. It can get a bit rough on the main part of teslin lake; let's just leave it at that. Sure wouldn't mind having those guys onboard again sometime, what a blast they are! Sorry to see their taillights!
Fishermen are the best people!
If you are canadian the title probably summarizes how you feel about yet another election. You couldn't care less about who wins and who loses. All you want is to be left alone with your sports and your beer and your dogteam and your igloo and your fresh walrus hide which your wife is chewing in her bedroom downstairs... ok that was a bit over the top but you get the idea, and maybe the basic sentiment resonates.
But... and here is the enormous BUT:
What if this election really is a turning point in history for our country. What if our proud liberals really are handing the leadership of this great land over to the United Nations and through that agency to the Islamic State?
I'm guessing you aren't that much of a tv watcher or you wouldn't be reading this in the first place, so you are probably aware there is more than a bit of truth backing this claim. High treason is described as "deliberately acting in the disinterests of the very people you should be supporting: those closest to you, on a national scale". Under this definition, Canada's liberals, (all of them, even those who voted them in) are guilty of high treason because of their support of a real life sellout named Justin Trudeau, often sagely referred to as Jihadi Justin.
This solitary man has, no doubt with the support of foreign financial interests, handed huge swatches (is that even a word) of canadian wealth over to nations largely hostile to canadians and especially christian canadians. (This In addition to pushing for more and more changes in the demographics of canada). Meaning, he apparently desperately wants to turn canada into an islamic state ruled by sharia law.
Can you picture a typical Albertan ranching family submitting to islamic sharia law? No more pork, animals have to be halal slaughtered by sticking a knife into their necks and bleeding them out while they face Mecca?? Albertan daughters wrapped up like burritos with only their eyes allowed to show? You think I'm kidding? I urge anyone to attend a Jihadi Justin meeting and ask him to deny allah as his God. I'm guessing he will not. Next, if the Stasi dont already have you by the neck, he could be asked whether he has prepared his next public statement for the time when one of his freshly released jihadist refugees makes a kill. Then if you are really on top of your game, ask him how the million refugees are crossing the ocean? Are they floating over on one litre pop bottles or are they boarding Air Canada carbonless flights paid for by whom exactly?
That should convince a few people, but seeing you being dragged from the meeting because of three or four little questions will convince a whole lot more.
That feeling when the sear releases and the hammer falls from a slow and gentle squeeze of the index finger... The smell of a fresh-oiled rifle stock... The sound of a well-polished, tight-tolerance bolt closing on a loaded round... The slow, unstoppable push against the shoulder and the appearance of a perfectly formed hole in the paper target downrange...
I like those feelings a lot but there's another feeling I like even more.
It's the fuzzy feeling I get knowing i'm free to do the things that I believe need to be done, without having to ask permission from some or other bureaucratic entity, some drone in an earth-separated cubicle with whom I would never otherwise interact in real life. The kind who never have to wipe the grease from their hands before they shake your own.
Bill C-71 is now upon us, having been rammed through without my permission, or the blessing of the vast bulk of the firearms community, by a small fist-full of our dear shepherd overlords, despite the solemn assurance by the Yukon's "liberal" MP, Mr Larry Bagnell, that the "liberals" would not be revisiting gun legislation during their mandate. Well, another broken promise from another souless politician but hey, I'm sure none of us expect nor even dare to imagine what true honesty would look like in the halls o' power anymore. 200 politician-promises and a couple bucks will still get you a cup of coffee at McDonalds.
So, how will we respond to this latest attack on our freedoms, Canadians? And make no mistake, this legislation is an attack on friendly, considerate, polite, helpful canadians who like to take to the woods in the fall for a bit of wild canadian non-modified protein.
What did we ever do to you Mr Prime Minister Trudeau, that you feel the need to kick us all in the ovaries like this? We've been complying quite well for the most part, getting our PALS and keeping them up-to-date, storing our firearms "safely" even though doing so may very well endanger our own lives, making them unavailable in a time of dire need. And now, we're rewarded with still more flim-flamma-booble-bang?
Yes, it's political folks, he's probably betting he won't get the vote of the outlaw redneck oil-baron crowd anyway so why not placate the snowflakes by further peeving them off but it could be something much darker even than that.
Governments have killed more people in the last century than any Mexican drug cartel you can name, and the simple fact is that countries with absolute power over gun ownership have absolute authority over their citizens. Non-citizen-firearm-ownership-friendly Egypt reportedly has 60,000 prisoners in its jails, many of them political prisoners, and torture is not unheard of there, for but one small sample from a large heap of the world's authoritarian dictatorships. Value your freedoms!
And if our western politicians hate the idea of us owning a few pewpews, it just might be because they plan on doing things that might upset some gun owner somewhere. And one thing you can bet your gramma's pajama's on is that Justin Trudeau will be surrounded by guns wherever he goes! "Assault rifles" even. MAYBE a few of those hanguns that "no one needs" too?
More than once I've had someone slyly explain the golden rule to me as "the one with the gold makes the rules" This corruption of Jesus' famous teaching of "doing to others what you would have them do to you' upsets me, perfectly true though it certainly is.
I think it was Mayer Amschel Rothchild in the 1800's who famously stated: "Permit me to issue and control the money of a nation, and I care not who makes its laws!" His point, of course, is that money is power, control and absolute dominance.
To hammer it home yet one more time, my Greek colleague in the machine shop I worked in my twenties in whitehorse once asked me, "you know what it means to have money, Dougy? The world is yours!"
Well, money does have its limitations but it sure makes life easier too. I found that out early in life when I ran out of food nearly a week before payday and spent the rest of the time working hard physically on my feet with my belly button pretty close to my backbone, on a pretty low tank, having to look up to see the bottom of the barrel you might say.
But why do we pay any attention to money at all? I've never met a moose with a wallet and after all It's just bits of paper or plastic or third-rate metal, or even less impressively, a number on a computer screen, created literally from nothing at all by an index finger on a central bank computer key somewhere?
Someone oughta... someone otta? (kinda like that phrase) anyway someone oughta make a movie about our little blue rock's human inhabitants losing their trust in currency completely. I think this will actually happen soon as it has in Venezuela where the streets are littered with paper bills which have lost all their buying power. This is the inevitable result of governmental financial diarrhea, the currency moves to its true value of ZERO over time.
As proof of this, when I moved back to the yukon in 1998 with my family I considered buying a one ounce gold coin for each of the kids at 500 a pop but left them there in the store. (sorry kids). Today, gold is tickling 1800 an ounce and gold always tells the truth! Is the gold actually "worth more" than it was in 1998? Same exact stuff!
What has happened then? Inflation? Nope, though that is what nearly everyone thinks and talks about. What's really happening is the value of the currency is rapidly moving to its final resting place of ZERO. This creates the appearance of inflation and people get excited when the value of their house increases as the shingles fall off but the fact is, the value is often decreasing as the price increases. Ponder this and it will come to you on the bus. By this accurate measure, the canadian dollar has lost almost three quarters of its buying power in the last 20 years!! Holy Canola Batman!
And the more govt central banks "print" which happens whenever money is borrowed by a person, a business or the state, the lower the value of our money goes until it's just crap. In fact, the only thing that gives it any value at all is the trust we place in it. Add to that the fact that people's money is normally held in banks, adding another potential layer of potential theft, (sorry confiscation) and it kinda makes you wonder if your "savings", your "pension" or your "stocks" or even your "gold certificates" are "worth the paper they're....."
We could go down even deeper and question what exactly we mean by the term ownership. Ownership, is of course, is also based on societal trust and is a sort of bedrock on which to build a civilization and there are arguments both pro and con, but that's a topic for another day.
Keeping the Visa monster fed has become a national passtime in canada, with canadians owing, on average 176 percent of their gross incomes, after tax. But don't feel bad, your govt has even worse financial diarrhea than you do: http://www.debtclock.ca/
I want to talk about my own personal battlefield experience with the visa monster in the hopes that something I've experienced may be helpful to someone, who like me, was taken in by instagrat plastic.
In my case, I was going to get ridiculously rich with an initial investment of 20,000 in silver fox ranching.
I lacked the funding, Dad co signed, the bank poofed the money out of thin air, handed me a visa card and things looked promising! The foxes failed to breed, the price of fur slumped 70 percent, interest rates soared to 20 percent plus, and I had a perfect storm on my hands!
Some of you wish you owed 30,000 today, but back in 1980, for a single guy without a job, before the massive devaluation of the currency, the problem seemed almost insurmountable. Interest rates over 20 percent meant I needed to earn 6,000 a year after taxes just for the situation to be maintained as it was.
In retrospect, I should have immediately sold everything I owned, hitchhiked back to the yukon, taken my old job back as a machinist and welder in Jacobs industries, lived in a cardboard box by the river, and put every cent into paying that steaming pile of debt down to ground zero. Could have disappeared my debt in a year. Tragically, I tried to hang onto my stuff and suffered under that debt for many years.
If you are in a situation like that today, bankruptcy of course is (and was) a viable option. In my case, dad would have been hung with my debt, a situation I was unwilling to conscience.
So the fight began. And eventually I won so apparently I didn't do everything wrong.
Here are a few tricks which helped me on the debt-battlefield:
- Negotiate for a lower interest rate or any advantage you can gain, such as debt reduction. (this is one I Should have tried) In my case, a merciful bankerette showed me how to reduce my rate to something affordable.
- Use every opportunity to pay down your principle. I literally took 20 bucks in there as soon as I had it in my pocket.
- Obviously, it is going to be a fact of life that luxuries such as dining at rotten ronnie's, cable TV, indulging in new shoes and so on are going to be severely curtailed. However, I found that the odd treat helped me enough psychogically to be worthwhile.
- And about diet: Living on peanuts actually works! It's amazing how much energy you get from a handful of those babies.
- Hunting, fishing and gathering wild edibles such as berries, mushrooms, and many other plants reduces the need for new debt. In addition, it is soul-satisfying and completely by-passes govt tax-rape.
- Coffee grounds can be re-used. Just add a bit of fresh on top of the filter and make a second pot.
- Some Free stores are full of decent clothes, neatly arranged. Every dollar you save in this way saves closer to 2 when you consider the fact that your earnings are being taxed on so many levels.
- Of course, some people make a career of dumpster diving, saving so much money that they don't even appear on the tax-roster. I'm not suggesting that as a career choice, but rather pointing out some opportunities that exist, which I have found helpful.
- Being self-employed is probably one of the best ways to earn enough to pry yourself out of a sucking debthole. "Be willing to do what others aren't" and you'll always have an income. And the advantage of self-employment is you can work 20 hours a day. In my case, I pushed myself far beyond what I thought myself capable of accomplishing. I'm no stranger to working after midnight when an opportnity presents.
- Vehicles are a whole 'nother subject. They can provide a big advantage, obviously, but they can keep you in the financial backseat for good, too. Get an older, low-mileage type. Millions of good ones out there with low readings on the odometer. Look at it like this: how much pop is still left in this can? Yesterday a guy drove onto my yard with a nice-looking dodge halfton with a canopy which he scored for 700 bucks. It starts in 30 below, runs well enough and gets him around. That isn't even your first bi-weekly payment on some new trucks, I guess!
- If your situation allows, don't even drive. Cycle to work or take the public transit.
Many other opportunities exist such as home gardening and so on. "In the age of information, ignorance is a choice." Look them up. Learn how to do as much as possible for yourself and bypass the need for more income all the time. The trick is to minimize expenses and use all available revenue to pay down debt principal. Hope this helps someone out there, who, like me learns his lessons the hard way. One thing I found absolutely essential was humility. I often remembered during my struggle, laughing at an eagle who tried to pick up too big a fish and spent an hour slowly flopping his way to shore...
And one last tip, and some of you would rather bite down on a file and have it ripped out of your mouth than do it, but having a talk now and then with the "man upstairs" surely did no harm to my own situation. Millions of people have found comfort and strength through trusting the one who walked on water, and raised the dead. He gave me my life back and showed me the path to the decent life I now enjoy. Bet he'll do the same for you.
Best wishes in your struggle with the visa-monster!
Like many events in life which at first appear profoundly negative, divorce is not without its benefits!
One of these in my case was that I had the luxury of being able to spend a lot of time reading articles on and researching events and political movements in different parts of the world. I formed some online acquaintances in various countries and learned some research techniques that would never have been learned surrounded by family members and all the attendant duties and pleasures that come with that.
At first, facebook was one of my main news sources as I don't have the dish so watch nearly no alphabet news. Again and again references to twitter were happened upon and I started an account which grew to about 300 followers. I learned some really interesting things on there, one of which was that it was possible to follow and comment to specific individuals who were on the scene and participating in major events. When Oscar Pistorius was convicted of murdering his girlfriend I was in the courtroom "with" a journalist uncovering the event. I was even able to make some supportive comments to the victims family.
I found it is possible to verify or villify? the truth of a news item quite quickly by doing a search on the names of affected people. Often they have accounts with twitter or other social media which, if you are fast and get them before they are deleted, can get you the rare and unfiltered news. And when you have done that a few times, it becomes apparent that the official narrative and what's actually happening in real time aren't always on the same page.
These days, the alphabet outlets are desperately trying to put the cat back in the bag as the internet has exposed it's ugly underbelly. The main technique so far appears to be labeling everything contrary to the official version as "Fake news". Now I'm not denying that falsehoods appear in people's stories. Probably we can agree that people lie from time to time, some more than others, and that people cannot always be relied upon to tell the unvarnished truth all the time. And yet, when an otherwise disinterested individual witnesses a crime or an incident and posts video or images or text about it, I'm of The mind that it's probably being done for the same reason I would tell a friend about my household war with cat-hair. That is, just for the sake of general interest.
Not so with the alphabet media! These outlets are profit driven and ultimately the stories are crafted to suit the ends of the owners. This fact shouldn't shock or surprise anyone. Business owners require profit in order to exist. Shareholders demand growth and dividends, which come from selling products and influencing govt policy towards that end.
The way to view the alphabet outlets is to understand their motives and watch them to see which way they are attempting to channel public opinion. Mass shootings sell the idea that govt needs to confiscate firearms. Stories about foreign dictators abusing their citizens sell you on the need for US military intervention which of course would be profitable for the military-industrial complex.
Is everything on the internet true? Of course not. But the central difference is that I tell the internet what I want to see. The television throws whatever it wants at you. Same, same, but different, eh?
A long time ago, one of our big game hunters, an Italian man from Chicago, gave me a piece of wisdom I've never forgotten: "we still cut a tree down at the bottom."
Little did I know at the time how much a part of my future this small phrase was to become!
In fact, after 30 more years, I "still cut a tree down at the bottom". It is, it appears, still the very best way. I have attempted the reverse in a few delicate situations, but while possible, it is time-consumptive and not a little bit more dangerous.
As with all gems of wisdom, many applications of this one are possible. And the question of our day is how can we apply this one to free ourselves from the uber-elite, ruling class globalists who appear to rather despise and perhaps loathe the very people who toil with their hands and minds to make their luxurious, protected and pompous lives possible?
The lowly tree, once again provides the clue to the defeat of the present day aristocracy: "we still cut down a tree at the bottom."
The whole system, from the lowliest custodian to the Rothschilds themselves rests on a big fat base of fiat money. Now this fiat (printed and digital) money used to represent something tangible but it does so no more.
In fact, the dollar has an intrinsic value of exactly zero. It is by itself useful for absolutely nothing, zilch nada. The only thing that gives it value is our acceptance of it based on our trust that it will be accepted when we, in turn, go to spend it. And this trust is being eroded by the day as central banks print it and create more and more of it, like small children blowing bubbles in a park, in a deliberate attempt to punish the savers in the working class and prevent them gaining full benefit from their work. Remember the dollars you saved when you were a child? The ones that actually bought something? They've been deliberately devalued and will continue being diluted until they are finally recognized for the garbage they are.
We forget that paper and digital currency are not the only forms of "money". Just about anything you can name has been and will be used. We've just forgotten how. We need to be reminded that money was simply created as a convenience, so people wouldn't have to go to the city with their pockets full of cows and so on.
Gold and silver are reliable stores of wealth, being rare and virtually impossible to destroy. But getting back to the topic of trees, if I may, even firewood can be stored for long periods of time and used as cash when needed. Call it "wood bullion" if you will, to give it an authoritative sounding currency name.
Avoiding the use of fiat currency accomplishes many things you see. It is much more difficult to tax a swap than a sale! Loans between trusting friends avoid the loss of interest to the banking system...
But whatever we choose to use in place of cash, we need to re-learn the ancient art of bartering, I'm thinking, just to shake the tops of the trees a bit and see what might drop out of them.
Living beside the Alaska Highway gives a guy a chance to make some determinations on traffic patterns. The most glaring one: heavy in summer, light in winter, would be difficult for even a whitey, neck-beard to miss.
Beyond that, there is this: Typically (and this is just a guess), 30 semis pass my door going up the highway in the winter, and many, many more in the summer and doubtless everyone of them is packing a load. Be it tires, grub, diesel, propane, gasoline, LNG, mining equipment, or bombs, some thing is making the trip north at any given moment of any given day.
Now you would think, that in the interests of reciprocity, an equivalent amount flows back down the highway on the backhaul. But this is definitely not the case. I'm guessing, (again) but I don't believe more than 5 percent of the southbound 18 wheelers are packing anything more than rollled up tarps and bleary-eyed road warriors.
What's going on here? Money! And a whole lot of it! The Yukon Territory just proudly announced a mere 5 million dollar deficit budget this year on a billion and a half dollar annual "budget". Wow! Way to tighten the belt guys! That's just 40 grand for every man woman, pusher and wet-behind the ears, newborn punk who calls the yukon home!
That old guy on the street with his cap upside down on the sidewalk in front of him? 40k. That college kid flippin burgers? 40k. And on and on it goes. And tragically, if my math is right, only 30 percent is being raised here through taxations! In other words, if it weren't for the nanny state, our taxes would instantly triple in order to keep the cash burning machine smoking!
May I humbly suggest that a population of 37,000 souls should be producing something other than bloated landfills? But lets be fair, there is that toothbrush factory... nope. That clothing factory? Nope. Well then, all those new bicycles we ship south? Nope. What do we actually produce for the world in order to justify our existence?
And more to the pointy end of the stick, what will we do when the country decides we aren't worth the strain and the struggle anymore and chuck us under de bus? Personally, I won't blame them a bit but that's just me.
But to end this on a positive note, maybe we could give some thought to attracting a light manufacturing business of some kind or enhancing our tourism sector by leaving a few old cabins in the bush and letting operators do their thing without the ever-increasing regulation?
Fishermen are the best people!
AFTER 2 YEARS OF INVESTIGATING TRUMP FOR COLLUDING WITH RUSSIANS, PULLING EVERY STRING THEY COULD FIND TO LOCATE THE REASON FOR HILLARY-FAIL, WE'RE ACTUALLY TALKING ABOUT GIVING ILLEGAL RESIDENTS THE RIGHT TO VOTE IN FEDERAL ELECTIONS??
Maybe I'm splitting hairs but how on God's blue golf-ball is this possible in light of their massive apopletic outrage over the mere possibility that "RUSSIANS" somehow may have indirectly influenced the outcome of the last election? How do you square this with the newborn desire to let non-citizens of the USA actually physically participate in the election of the new president?
Wouldn't this mean: a) that an aircraft carrier full of Russian marines could enter the states on election day and cast their vote for Trump because "freedom" or b) that a neck-bearded Canadian wood-cutter could walk into a polling station in Seattle and vote for Trump because reasons?
c) or that good ol' shirtless Vlad himself would be free to board his personal jet and participate too, on camera and in real time?
What are we talking about here? Should any of the above happen and if the democrats complain that only hispanic illegals qualify for the exciting new, illegal vote, how wouldnt this violate their rabid desire for "equality" ?
Maybe I'm getting old but this is all sooo confusing!!