Let’s Have Immigrant Strike Day Every Day

WooHoo!! I looooved this Immigrant Strike thing. Man! They should do this every day! There was no traffic on the roads, very few people just loitering around on the street corners, no big crowds in the stores…. I had a great day!

I had to go to the County Clerk’s office and it was so much less crowded than the last time I went, even though there were a few people there working with an interpreter (gotta say I was proud of them to come out and do business today). I don’t know why, but it seems immigrants congregate at county offices… what’s that about?? Traffic on the freeways was non-existent and the stores I went to were pleasantly uncrowded and easy to shop at. I have to say — even though it’s very incredibly politically incorrect — I’d be ever so happy if all the immigrants that stayed home today never came back in.

Yes, I know. I’m soooo politically off my rocker. But ya know what? Don’t. Care. I’m quite tired of people who come here illegally — hence the phrase illegal aliens — demanding rights like they were full-fledged citizens, yet they got here, and stay here, illegally.

And before you go all Hillary on me, one of my dearest friends is the daughter of an immigrant, who divorced his wife and now works in LA and then drives back into Mexico using US-earned — but NOT taxed — dollars to support his family in Mexico.  I have dozens of friends who are first or second generation Americans — ABC’s, Latinas, Filipinos, Japanese, Korean, Lebanese…. The thing is, every one of my friends’ parents entered legally. And most of my friends are just as angry over the illegal aliens issue as I am.

I’m a descendant of a Welsh immigrant who moved to Virginia in the mid-1600s, and mixed with a little of the Crockett family (immigrants from France by way of Ireland; cousins of Davy) and some Choctaw Native Americans, not to mention a doctor who fought alongside General George Washington at Valley Forge. I am fully aware that America is made up of immigrants. We are the light in the harbor, shining brightly in the night, promising a better life for all who seek it. And the coolest thing is, for those willing to work their butts of, America comes through on all her promises.

This is a country made up of immigrants. We pushed the natives of this
land into small sections of land. The rest of us, for better or worse,
are squatters; immigrants who gave up our languages and adjusted our cultures to create a new, uniquely American culture, an amalgam of every culture to ever touch our people.

I guess that’s what bothers me the most in the latest illegal immigrant-lovefest I see before us. There’s a sense, at least to me, of ultra-nationalism (is that a real term??) I sense that their country is better than America and they’d rather sing the praises of home than embrace and impact the uniqueness of America — though they’re seem very quick to embrace our money, sans taxes, of course. I mean, a Spanish version of the U.S. National Anthem???
No. This is not Mexico. Nor is this Cyprus, where the Greek Cypriots
are prouder of their Greek heritage than their own Cypriot nation. We
are AMERICA. If you want our money and our jobs, learn our language and
sing our national anthem the way it was written: in English.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m all for language integration in schools and easing non-English speakers into our language. I understand the incredible
difficulty of learning a second language — believe me, I’ve tried! It
ain’t easy.

But come on. If you’re going to enjoy the benefits of our country, embrace our culture. If you can’t, then don’t partake of the bounty of America.

Then there’s the economic and legal issues. I realize that most of these folks are trying to earn enough money to live and to support their families back home. But. There are laws. They are there for a reason. And they are already there.  Hence the term illegal aliens. The way they got here is against the law. Why are we not enforcing the laws currently on the books? Why do we need more laws??

And now there’s talk of reward illegal aliens with a "legal" status?? For breaking the law?? And what of all those waiting patiently for 7, 8, even 10 or more years to come here legally? What are we telling them if we reward those who circumvented the system? It doesn’t pay to follow the law in America?

What’s more: what are we teaching our children? The youth and kids who are watching what we do? Do we really want to send them the message that its okay to break the law, because eventually Congress will reward you and give you "legal" status for your illegal actions??

Honestly, is that what we want to tell them?

Yes, I understand full well that many immigrants work jobs that no American would touch. As a resident of LA I knew full well that many of the great fruit, veggies and other such wonders of life were provided me at low cost on the backs of illegal aliens being paid ridiculously demeaning wages. I have lots of thoughts on that. All conflicting. On the one hand, are we so jaded and spoiled here in America that we would rather take handouts from the government (welfare) than earn a day’s wage picking strawberries for less than minimum wage? On the other hand, insist employers pay minimum wage for these jobs, are we willing to pay more at the grocery store for our strawberries? They’re pretty dang expensive here in Nashville as it is (it seems all fruits and veggies cost less in LA — why is that??).

There is no easy, pain-free solution to this problem. Even if we were to "legalize" the illegals, they would now by default be in that bracket/category of workers whose day wages are too expensive for those who hire illegal immigrants in the first place. Which just creates a new conundrum: do we put up with the higher prices the legalization brought upon us, or do we look the other way as a whole new wave of illegal immigrants floods our land to work the jobs no one else will work?

But its not just the "fault" of the immigrants. They wouldn’t come if there wasn’t work to be had. And there wouldn’t be work to be had if employers would follow the law when it comes to hiring and paying employees.

It all comes back to this: why have immigration laws on the books if we are not going to enforce them?

It does no good to legalize illegal aliens if the employers aren’t going to change their practices of hiring illegals to get away with not withholding taxes/medicare/social security and not paying fair wages for a day’s work. The now-legal aliens will seek out jobs their legal status now qualifies them for, leaving their old jobs open and waiting for those with no other option but to work for less than legal wages.

Nor does it do any good to strengthen borders and roundup and deport illegal aliens in America as long as employers get away with their illegal activity and are not forced to comply with existing labor laws through raids, exorbitant fines and even jail time for executives/hiring managers.

Of course, we could always go with Ji
mmy Kimmel’s advice: let Angelina Jolie adopt them all. Then they’d just be one big happy disfunctional family.

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Forgive me. I’m very tired. It’s late. And this has been an exhausting emotional rant. I’ll kick the soapbox out from under myself now and go to bed.

Words – Get ’em Right

Badday Nothing drives me bananas more than bad English. Not the kind spoken by foreign visitors to America, but by those who live, work, and are (supposedly) educated here in the U.S. What is up with our society lately? We’ve gotten so lax in our English that I’m sure the "Mother Country" is ready to go to war to force us to change our official language from "English" to "Cheesy American".

When someone mispronounces a word it drives me absolutely batty. No matter how easy, or complex. I figure, if you don’t know how to pronounce it, you ought not be using it. For example, I’ve been listening to Erwin’s podcast of a couple of weeks ago. He constantly uses the word "optimalize." I’ve noticed people do this a lot: add "-ize" or "-ed" or to shift a word from noun or adjective to verb. For example,the past tense of to orient is changed to "orientated", which is not a word. —Are you listening people, it’s not a word! :::ahem:: :::cough::: :::straightening out my shirt::: — The word you are looking for is oriented. Hence, the sentence would be "He oriented himself to his surroundings." NOT "He orientated himself…"

Grrrrr!!!

Okay, back to Erwin. The word he was trying to convey was optimize. I knew that. I understand that English is not his first language, having been born in El Salvador and not arriving in the US until he was… 10, I think….?? I was willing to overlook it. Once. Maybe even twice. But he continued using the word throughout his 44 minute podcast. AAAUUUUGGGGHHHHHH!!!!!!! Drove me nuts!

I love Erwin. I love hearing him speak. I miss sitting through his talks two or three times a Sunday (once or twice while running sound, a third just for the heck of it). But, come on. He’s got a Master’s, for goodness sake. His wife has a Master’s. And she’s a teacher. If nothing else, she should have been able to correct his bad English. But, alas, it persists.

Don’t get me wrong. I still managed to get a great deal out of his message. But not without a lot of gnashing of teeth and constantly correcting him — as if he could hear me all the way out here in Nashville…. sheesh.

One of my best friends often calls me a walking Thesaurus. She always calls or emails me when she needs a big word to more powerfully convey the meaning behind her thoughts. I can always give her at least one or two off the top of my head, more if I’ve got a computer nearby. God knows (!!) how much I love my Thesaurus. I admit it, I’m a word-snob. I love words. I love how they sound (when they are pronounced correctly — one of my friends once pronounced the word cacophony as "kakuh phoney"…. "because that’s the way it’s spelled" — aeeyah! — but I digress).

But its not just that I love words. I respect them. They have power to convey deep meaning, to conjure images only the mind can see or create. They have the power to heal wounds and mend hearts, and the power to destroy kingdoms and kill the soul.

I don’t think people have the proper respect for words; for our language. If they did I think their pronunciation and usage of words would be far superior to what it is now.

Now, grammar and spelling… well, that’s a different story. One we will not get into. I’ll I will say is, I looooove me my spell-checker!

A few Questions

Taken from Inside The Actor’s Studio. This is one of my favorite quizzes. I think it gives some good insight into people, when they choose to answer it honestly — even if not seriously. šŸ™‚ And the cool thing is, the answers could change from day to day, depending on what one’s mood is, where they are in life, and what new things they’ve discovered in life.

What’s your favorite word?
I think this is one that changes from week to week, perhaps even daily. Right now it’s "integral".

What’s your least favorite word?
Again, it changes often. Right now I think its "organic".

What turns you on, creatively, spiritually, or emotionally?
Music. Listening to it or mixing it. People who are authentic, not playing at being something or someone. Hanging out with my friends (all of whom are very creative). Lively conversation.

What turns you off?
Cliches of the day and people who use them. I’ve been around long enough to have heard many pop-culture and church-culture words and phrases go in and out of fashion. And I’ve never liked it. One person comes up with an idea, or a new way of defining something, and it is great and wonderful and powerful. And soon everyone is using that definition or idea to describe a great many things that its originator never intended it for. It becomes a watered down shell of its original self. I hate that. Nothing turns me off faster.

What sound do you love?
Laughter! Especially a baby’s or child’s joyful laughter.

What sound do you hate?
Ringing telephones. ugh.

What profession, other than your own, would you like to attempt?
Oh, so many… Astronomer, archeologist or paleontologist, something in organizational communications or human resources, recording engineer/producer; to name a few off the top of my head…

What profession would you NOT want to participate in?
Dentistry. I have a good friend who’s a pediatric dentist and I just can’t understand it. Sticking my fingers in someone else’s mouth?? Ewwww….

What’s your favorite curse word?
shit — which for some reason seems to be a really bad word to say here in the South. In LA, it was incredible tame, and unoriginal, compared to what I heard on a daily basis. I never knew the f-word could be joined with so many other words and used in so many various ways…. Here, I’ve noticed, sometimes people will even whisper "shit" rather than say it aloud. Very different.

If heaven exists, what would you like to hear God say when you get there?
"What took you so long?" (with a twinkle in His eye, of course) because no matter what will have happened between now and that moment, no matter how hard or how easy "death" was, I’ll be ready for a good laugh.

How Odd Is It…?

…that I’m extremely bummed out that I only scored 700 (out of 830) on my credit rating? I mean, I still was given a "Good" rating by all three major credit report agencies. But I’m really, seriously bummed out that it’s not "Excellent".

Does this qualify me for the Hermione-Granger-I’m-a-Failure-if-I’m-Not-Always-Excellent Award?

“Hidden” Talent

Your Hidden Talent
You have the power to persuade and influence others.
You’re the type of person who can turn a whole room around.
The potential for great leadership is there, as long as you don’t abuse it.
Always remember, you have a lot more power over people than you might think!
Your Hidden Talent
You have the natural talent of rocking the boat, thwarting the system.
And while this may not seem big, it can be.
It’s people like you who serve as the catalysts to major cultural changes.
You’re just a bit behind the scenes, so no one really notices.

Madness

Good weekend.
Led into crazy week.
And it’s only Monday — okay Tuesday morning.

I’m working at my new job full time. But I still managed to work 5 hours tonight at the old one, finishing up my work there, AFTER putting in a full day plus a little overtime at the new one (are you still with me, or have I lost you already?).

Got lots done — which was good. Still have piles to go. Not so good. Still, today was fun. I was busy with things I really wanted to do, creative things that interest and compel me.

Now I’m wired like tigger on speed. Great. Wonderful experienc at MIDNIGHT. On a WORK NIGHT.

No, I’m not frustrated. What would give you that idea???

Don’t…

…rent a nice, new car for a long weekend trip if your car is old and run-down. Especially when you’re likely to spend most of your time in the car. Trust me on this. You’ll end up lusting after a new car and really disliking your old one. Not the best way to end a great weekend.

Man, do I want a new car!!!!

Back Porch Blogging

It’s 10pm and it’s still 71 degrees outside. I love the South!!

I’m on my porch, enjoying the evening and reading friends’ blogs. I’ve also been watching a couple of lightning bugs float around the trees in the (small) forest a few feet from my porch. Last night, coming home from Mosaic I drove through Ellington natural preserve. As I came across the long field that separates the preserve from civilization I saw literally hundreds of twinkling lights — fireflies blinking and dancing in the moonlight.

I love this place. It’s so magical. Everywhere I look, at every time of day, there is something beautiful to grab my attention and arrest my soul. Trees with all manner of flowering buds, streams running under canopies of green speckled with sunlight, ponds and small waterfalls, fireflies, thunderstorms, rocky hillsides, log cabins and tudor-style homes sitting side-by-side, an amazing diversity of people — the old country folk, the aspiring musicians, true-blue artists, Indians (not the native American kind, though I’m sure they’re here too), Latinos, African-Americans, Moroccans, Ethiopians, Iraqis, Thai, Greek and Egyptian. And then there are the immigrants…. šŸ™‚

God is good to me. He gives me so much and seems to expect nothing in return. Last night it was the firefly field. Today is was good friends and good conversations. Tomorrow it will be a sunrise… and who knows what else.

I’m glad He loves me.  I feel like the luckiest, most blessed woman in the world.

Color Me… Moderate??

Wow. I knew I wasn’t an ultra-conservative. But I never thought I’d score so close to moderate… interesting. Take it yourself and see what you think. And then come back here and post your results. I’d love to see ’em!

Your Political Profile

Overall: 60% Conservative, 40% Liberal
Social Issues: 75% Conservative, 25% Liberal
Personal Responsibility: 25% Conservative, 75% Liberal
Fiscal Issues: 75% Conservative, 25% Liberal
Ethics: 25% Conservative, 75% Liberal
Defense and Crime: 100% Conservative, 0% Liberal