Why A New Republic?

                                     Why A New Republic of Texas?

                                                       by Wilbur Witt

     When you read blogs about the forming of a Republic of Texas it sounds like the range is from tongue in cheek humor all the way over to dangerous fanaticism. The truth lies somewhere in the middle. Texas is a diverse country, that's right, I said country. We have never been a state, if you define a state as being like, say, Wisconsin. Texas was formed from revolution, much as the US was. It was not a territory made up of people who really considered themselves to be Americans, but rather people who came here because the wanted a new start. David Crockett said it well when he said, "You all can go to hell, I'm going to Texas!" 

     We made a mistake throwing in with the Confederacy, whom we had absolutely nothing in common with. Texas should have exercised its right to declare for Republic right then, and let the Americans fight it out among themselves. Since the end of the Civil War Texas has been moving insidiously toward becoming a de facto Republic. It has worked to keep American interests on notice that doing business in Texas is not business as usual. We let up a little, one example being second mortgages, another allowing branch banks, something unknown when I was in high school. 

     As the US dives deeper and deeper into catastrophe, Texas' position becomes more and more solidified. And this is no joke folks! Barak Obama isn't a bad president, he's not a good president, he's an AMERICAN president, and that makes him vulnerable to all the special interests that have virtually dissolved the American economy. These interests have so polluted the American image that even Russia appears to be a better place to live than America! Putin looks like a better statesman than the president. Now, I'm just a simple old boy from Austin, but did I miss something here?

     Our military was once the greatest in the world, but just look at the world shift since WWII. Korea, we drew a line in the sand, the North Koreans pee pee'd on it, and sixty sum-odd years later their bladders haven't run out yet! Vietnam, uh, we lost! Winning a war is where the other side gives up, and prays to God you never come back. Iraq and Afghanistan, we're still there, and they're still fighting. And why is this? It is not because we can't beat them. It is because the special interests are more interested in THEIR interests than they are AMERICAN interests. The very idea that the biggest military power on the planet can't defeat a bunch of rice farmers is insane!

     Enter the Republic of Texas. The mental attitude of Texans is "National." We're not Wisconsin proud of our cheese, or Idaho, proud of our potatoes, we're Texans, proud to be a nation with resources, and goals in line with reality! We petitioned the Obama administration to let us branch off. The response was as expected. Not knowing anything about history, or Texas, Eric Holder mistook us for Nebraska and vomited out a pre-printed response. At that point we realized we were dealing with a bunch of fools and put plan B into action. Plan B is simply to become a Republic. We realize the US is dissolving. Given time they won't be able to enforce anything. Right now their attitude is, "If you don't do what we say we won't give you any more of our counterfeit money!" Thank God we don't need anything from them. Their welfare, Obamacare, and taxes will destroy all incentive for anyone with any common sense at all to invest in them. Detroit collapsed. Austin expanded. 

And there are those who will get all upset that i mentioned Obama in this article  but I don't have any views of him different from the last five American presidents. He is a product of a failed enterprise. He will continue along the course of self destruction that the last few administrations put into place and by  then the Republic or Texas will be up and running, and we will NOT give them any foreign aid!

The Saddest Story You Will Ever Hear

                             The Saddest Story You May Ever Hear

                                                        by Wilbur Witt

     What is love? How can it be measured? What barometer can we apply to gauge the feeling between a man and a woman? Our society has standards. We fix age restrictions on relationships. We mandate a point in time when it is legally deemed a human mind can make its own decisions. A point in time after which the mind, and heart, are legally allowed to love. If we, as individuals circumspect thus rule we are ostracized, marked with a scarlet letter, and all,the king's horses, and all the king's men can never put us back together again. 

     I submit for your consideration two young lovers. A boy of sixteen, and a girl, fourteen. They had known each other all of their lives. As puberty dawned they learned the passionate side of the feelings they had for each other since before they could remember. Keeping them apart was impossible because they completed each other. One, without the other, was not a total person, and they became one. No arguments, no fights, no drug problems, just an undying affection that no one could come between. 

     The boy turned eighteen, and the girl sixteen. The girl's parents, seething with hate, filed rape charges on the boy, and he was sent to prison. He got out in eight years. He was now twenty six, and his girl was now a young lady, of twenty four, who patiently waited for his release and she ran to him. The parole board had imposed a condition on the young man. He was never to see the girl again. When the parole officer came for a home inspection she opened the door, and being clueless, told the officer her name. When the young man reported for his next monthly meeting he was arrested and sent back to prison to complete his last two years. 

     Now he was twenty eight, she was twenty six. They could not stay apart. They both knew that. The parents of the girl reported that the couple had been seeing each other, and even though the young man was not on parole, he was still under the condition of never seeing,mor even speaking to his girl on the phone. He he got a call from the police, asking him to come down to the station for questioning. If they could prove he had even spoke to the girl it would mean a second offense. It would cost him fifteen more years of his life. 

     He was strong, but thus time life was bigger than the strength he had to get up off his knees. The young cowboy put a gun to his head and rode into his last sunset. Somewhere in Texas there is a young lady who walks alone. No one will ever fill the emptiness in her heart. Somewhere there are her parents, satisfied that justice was done and somewhere there is a God who will be the final judge of all. 

Can I Have An "Amen?"

                                                Can I Have An "Amen?"

                                                         By Wilbur Witt

     In the 60's I was a big time patriotic supporter of everything the government did, and stood for. I wrote letters to the local newspaper, spoke out against Jane Fonda when she came to Fort Hood, and cheered for John Wayne in "The Green Berets." I was a nincompoop! Looking back with what we now know we were suckered into a war where we had absolutely no business whatsoever. The reasoning was, at the time, if Vietnam falls to communism the entire Asian rim will soon follow. Well, it did fall, and other than catfish it made no difference at all to the state of the world. Even the Chinese, who used to be communist before they met Steve Jobs, don't give a crap about this turd hanging off the side of the continent. 

     Now, yet again, we are presented with a situation in some foreign land where we are charging in and trying to blend McDonald's with boiled goat. Let my insensitive ass be perfectly up front here. I don't give a damn about anything in the Middle East, and I'm an equal opportunity hater. I have the same lack of respect for Jerusalem as I do for Mecca. I think they are all overblown in the news and we spend far too much time worrying about which was the camel is gonna jump. But, that having been said, here we go again. 

     President Obama has signed an order to provide aid to rebels in Syria. 

 http://abcnews.go.com/Politics/wireStory/us-officials-assad-chem-weapons-19395758:

What are his reasons? Oh, thats right, he suspects that the government of Syria used chemical weapons. Ok, I'm impressed. That sounds enough like a human rights violation. But hey Prez baby, what about our allies, them good ol' boys down in Mecca who will stone a teenage girl to death for wearing lipstick? We rub elbows with them all them time, even when they provide 19 highjackers for Osama Bin Forgotten, smiling in their Sunday sheets. What about them fellers? 

     If you try to get involved in camel dung politics you will end up with smelly hands  They all hate each other, and they especially hate us. They have so many interpretations of the Qu'ran you'd think they were Southern Baptists, and brothers and sisters, they do ALL look alike! Can I have an "Amen?" Ask yourself, do you honestly like anything about the Middle East? Oh, my bad, they have oil, and if we don't defend American interests over yonder then they won't have no money. The MEXICANS have oil, and Mexican girls are beautiful! No Mexican village ever stoned a teenage girl for looking good in a pair or Levis! 

     I had an epiphany last night. I was sitting on the back porch having a ham sandwich when a voice called unto me. And the voice said, "Psssst!" So I walked up to the voice, and I said, "What?" And the voice got holy, and powerful, and resounded-duh. And the voice said, "There is something fundamentally wrong with people who won't eat a ham sandwich!" (Apologies to Richard Pryor.) But we will get tangled up in a brand new mess. We will send guns and bullets, but no Bibles, cause they don't allow that over there. They will fight their little war, kill the leader, and then the rag head, oh, sorry, rag tag winners will form a government, institute Sharia Law, and start exporting more idiots to our shores to further disrupt our cell phone service. 

     See why I support the Republic of Texas? I'm not nuts. I'm just a simple old boy from Austin who looks at Mexico and realizes that what happens in Mecca, or Jerusalem doesn't affect the price of tacos one Peso! I like tacos. I believe if we formed said republic, drilled our own oil, took care of our own people, and ate our own food this country might be better off. Bottom line is this;  supporting a war anywhere in the Middle East is NOT fighting for our freedom. NEVER using a Verizon phone again is fighting for our freedom. Deactivating the IRS is fighting for our freedom. Jailing every CPS worker who ever falsified evidence against a young mother in order to steal, and sell her baby, now THAT'S fighting for freedom! Insuring that Al Shaka Boo Boo can comfortably have sex with his fourteen year old "wives" is fighting windmills. 

     Can I have an, "Amen?"

The Return if Real Estate and Property Managemenr

                                                

                                      Property Management 101

                                            A Personal Manifesto

                                                       by Wilbur Witt

     On June 1, 2007 the world changed for us. On that day we found our son, Bobby, dead in his apartment. He was 28 years old. It wasn't entirely unexpected, but one never prepares for this event, and no matter how you brace for it, it's like sitting in a bomb shelter getting prepared for the next shell. We began a personal and professional descent into the abyss of a bottomless pit that just got deeper and darker with each day. Then came the heart attacks. My wife could not cope with the loss of our youngest and did everything she could to be with him. 

     Our business was like a 747 Jet. It took 24/7 to keep it on level flight, and the very moment we took our eyes off the horizon the jet began to go down. Combine this with the greatest economic catastrophe since the Great Depression and you have disaster. There was no autopilot. Sales kept the company afloat. Investors would buy rent properties here in Texas at a fraction of the cost of California. Money was plenty, and those investors on the west coast took full advantage of it. All was good. With the cushion of commissions from sales we were able to create a safe, profitable environment for owners. We accommodated large owners with programs that provided repairs at low or no cost. We paid some owners full rents on occupied apartments regardless of what was collected. This flow of cash caused these investors to invest more. Our rental company was never designed to be a profit generator.  The income from the sales on the other side held it all up. This business model was the same one employed by cell phone companies. You can get a $600 iPhone for $99 provided you stay with the phone company for two years. The cell company makes its money from SERVICE, not phone sales!  So it was with us. The $80 a month management fees pale to insignificance when compared to a $12,000 commission earned from the sale of just one building, and when we moved into commercial sales the commissions rose to $50,000 and more. With profits like that we would have happily managed properties for free if the investors kept investing. 

     Our area was unique. With the proximity of Fort Hood we had a self contained economy that was seemingly immune to national trends, good or bad. We could literally predict troop movements by the number of planes flying over our office. The Vietnam war was a war of rotation. For the uninitiated that means soldiers coming and going constantly. A ready supply of new troops meant a solid rental market. Frankly, when we invaded Afghanistan I was professionally overjoyed. My only concern was that the war would only last six weeks and no rotation would occur. As we have all seen this war went a totally different direction. George Bush couldn't run a war if he had George S. Patton as his chief of staff. Combine that with his charging off after windmills in Iraq. He may as well have invaded England, it would have made about as much sense. 

     The country dove into recession, and our family, personally, dove into depression. We made critical mistakes, and our fall was our fault. We had no professional staff. My wife and I delegated nothing. We made all decisions personally and all the so-called "staff" had to do was make it to the office every morning and open the door. We would handle everything else. The next thing was family. We got absolutely no family support. We owned four homes. One in Killeen, and three in Berry Creek, a golf course community situated thirty miles away in Georgetown. Within one year our Beverly Hillbilly kinfolk moved in!  Take note of this, all of you. If you make over a million dollars you will discover relatives you didn't even know you had. Jesus said the poor you will always have with you. He did NOT say move them into a mansion on Berry Creek!  Poor losers are poor losers for a reason. They know the "poor pitiful me" act allows them to scrape by at the expense of relations who work hard to develop business. You want to know how silly this can get? Have one of these sloths tell you that he can't (or won't) pay $1.00 a year rent because he is entitled to a free home with all the amenities because God promised him!

     Why did we put up with it?  We were working hard to keep the jet flying. We fully expected the economic future not to be much different than the last twenty years. We were too busy making the trip from Georgetown to Killeen every day, and Sunday was just a day when the traffic was lighter. We could put up with these people as long as they kept the houses clean and simply hung out with us the few hours we had to sit on our porch. Not one of them put any effort into the company except two, Tony and John. These two made an honest effort, but by the time they got there the plane was making a 600 MPH power dive for the Texas desert!  

     To keep all of this going required a massive influx of money. When the troops went to war, and didn't return, and the broker laid down to die the sales stopped, and I mean STOPPED! When the safety net was removed, and the investors had to view the real world they abandoned in mass! Only a sprinkling of bankers survived, and they, like us, scraped by, one running his mortgage company out of his house!  The formula was very simple. The very first time one of these so-called "investors" received a check for what they were actually owed they pulled their property and ran to another property management firm. Only problem was the other companies were struggling with the same economics that we were and all these owners who made thus leap lost their property . . .every single one of them!  

     There are two types of property management companies. The classic model, the one you learn about in your real estate classes, where there are reasonable fees for management, mark ups for repairs, fees for renewing leases, and penalties for moving your property elsewhere. There is nothing wrong with this, and the people who use this model are not wrong. The other model was ours. Sell lots of property, create Disneyland for the owners, sell them more properties, and them convince them to sell off and invest in other ventures.  The money is there for those who have ears to listen and use them to listen! But there is an issue. People get stars in their eyes.  That, and people tend to think the world is frozen in place, and forget that life, and property, is dynamic.  When I spoke to investors in LA, I told them never count on any more that 84% of full occupancy. Never think, even with troops in abundance, that you will be 100% full, 100% paid in full all the time. That way when you are full it's a pleasant surprise, and when you are not it won't hurt so bad. Also, a fourplex in Killeen is NOT an investment. It is a commodity. You are NOT going to pay that building off in thirty years, are you crazy? By the time the 2/10 warranty runs out your shiny new building will be sitting in the middle of a multi-family ghetto. Before this happens get rid of it, take your money and move on to greener pastures. Two owners we had took our advice, did this, and went into the chicken business. They sold that, too, and retired. The police won't even go to their former rental properties without backup!

     The theory of the fourplex as an investment was interesting. The original concept was Sgt Rock would buy one on his VA loan. Now he could do this because in Texas a fourplex is in the same category as a house. The contract says clearly, "One to Four Family Residence." The old sarge could live in apt A and rent out B, C, and D. Payment somewhere around $750 to $1,000 per month and sarge is NOT paying rent, he's living rent free and life is good!  Now, you take this formula, run the price up to around $265,000 From $100,000, don't live there, depend on third party property management, does anybody see this train coming into the station besides me? 

     At the time of the war going south, the heart attack, and the death of our son, our owners, whom hadn't purchased a new building in up to seven years were getting a view of the real world. I see their point. They bought their buildings new, why weren't they still NEW?  Go right back to the formula. Five to seven years, move on!  Property investment is just a conduit for money!  There are only three things worth a damn thing: Gold, Money, and Land!  And with Obama money's on shaky ground. Of these three, land is the only thing you can ever really own. But, contrary to accepted theories it doesn't always appreciate. When it doesn't, you turn it into money, and use that money to do something else. You break this rule and your land will break you! 

     So, we went down. All, but one of the houses are gone, we have medicine now, the economy is coming back, and the calls are coming in again. If you don't learn from your mistakes you are a fool!  You deserve to die. There are those of us who need the food you're using. We learned. We will build our companies back bigger and better. We have ideas that will stand property management on its ear. The one thing I did learn was to listen. People like Jim Wright, Harry Herrall, and others have been in this situation, too, and they have excellent ideas. Together we will make Killeen a boom market, and Texas the greatest Republic in the world!  

They Look Funny, Smell Funny, and Pray to A Different God

                                              How To Fight A Just War

                                                          by Wilbur Witt

     When the twin towers fell, like many of you I was incensed! When we invaded Afghanistan I was 100% behind president Bush. When we chased the Taliban into the mountains I thought we were making great headway. When we invaded Iraq I began to change. Being close to the military I get to hear private opinions from service men and women. A soldier or sailor is a trained professional. Their personal beliefs are often in direct opposition to their actions. When you place them in a combat situation in a country that really doesn't want them there all they have to fall back on is training, and they use that training to get home! The larger picture escapes them as they scan to roadside for IEDs. Job one is to survive. 

     In WWII we had one goal. No matter how important Tojo or Mussolini thought they were to object of the game was to kill Hitler. Adolf Hitler was a successful author, war hero, with the political understanding of Teddy Roosevelt, the business savvy of Bill Gates, and a very large supply of guts. He kicked Europe's ass hands down, jumped on Russia, and eyed Britain.  When we entered the war it wasn't written in stone that the conflict would end the way we wanted. If we hadn't entered the war Hitler would have won!  If he hadn't have had to concentrate on the eastern front he would have chased Stalin into Siberia and annihilated him. When he stuck that pistol to his head the war was over. The Japanese immediately began seriously considering surrender, and Benito and his whore were already hanging upside down in a gas station. 

     What was Hitler fighting for?  He took over a ravaged economy, a people beat down by its adversaries with no hope. He blamed the Jews for everything.  Did i mention Adolf was also an asshole? He constructed a military industrial complex that fed on conquest. The industrial masters of Germany loved him. Had he stopped at the Russian border, and left England alone history would be very different today. But, the fact remains that this old man, shaking with Parkinson's disease, hiding in a hole, came very close to achieving his goal. 

     When he died everyone understood that the war had been won. We went in and helped rebuild Germany, eventually turning it into a greater nation than it had ever been. We had military bases there,mot be sure, but it was different than Afghanistan, or Iraq. These were Christian people, Hitler was a Catholic. They were white, like us, and they were smart!  Their machine guns fired faster than ours, their planes flew higher and faster than ours, and basically our culture was the same.    

     The people of the Middle East are not like us. They dress funny, smell funny, and they babble five times a day to some desert god they were led to by a businessman some 1600 years ago. They fight and squabble with each other all the time, and the only reason they tolerate us at all is oil. They discovered long ago you simply can't pump gas up a camel's ass. Now, you take a region with that kind of resources, mix it with a military industrial complex that drinks oil by the barrel, and see where it goes. America is "Build more cars," and Saudi Arabia is "Sell more gas!" It's no deeper than that! It has nothing to do with right or wrong, or who's on first, it is all about money. 

     Muslims are a different people. They LIKE a strong man at the top. They feel secure knowing one man has his hand on the wheel. They find refuge in the words of Mohammed, their family, and steady food. We come stomping off into their country and WE smell funny, WE look funny, and WE pray to little sticks that some guy in Rome told us was holy. Killing Osama Bin Laden was just. He attacked us. No real Muslim has a problem with that. What they have a problem with is the Western method of perpetuating war long after the objective is achieved. The Qu'ran teaches that when an enemy stops resisting you must stop fighting him. They know Osama is dead. They know Saddam is dead. They know Quadaffi is dead. Now, they look in their streets at our tanks and I don't know the Arabic letters, but the loose translation is WTF! 

     And these people will fight. Their tradition teaches them that one man with a few dedicated followers can win a war. They know nothing about world views, nothing about American history, and nothing about our religion except from their viewpoint we are just plain weird! They will never stop resisting. Every time you kill one Muslim you piss off his entire family. They are not evil. You out there who follow me know my views on religion, but let me restate them a little. Mankind formulates religion to try to explain the unexplainable. I believe that there is an unmoved mover. I do NOT believe He (or She for my California readers) is a Catholic, Mormon, or Muslim! I believe when you try to force words into God's mouth you get operations on little girls' clits, people who can't drink coffee on a winter morning, and burning women at the stake because they enjoy sex! The rule is simple. If it hurts someone it ain't God, it's YOU! Wow! That hurts, doesn't it. "Wilbur, you just called all devoutly religious people a bunch of nuts!" Well, yeah! When you snip off the end of a baby's pee pee because the invisible man in your head told you to . . .you're NUTS!

     Where is the solution? Uh, end the war. Let the FBI, CIA, Interpol, and other organizations handle the CRIMINALS out there who don't know how to interpret the Qu'ran, and bring the troops home. Let Halliburton and Texaco do their thing but don't underwrite their corporations with American blood. And, oh yes, the reason I'm posting this on my Republic of Texas blog, develop OUR oil. Texas, Canada, and, oh yes, Mexico have enough resources to fuel your car, friends, and the Mexicans don't hijack planes. And I don't want any talk about how much oil THEY have OVER THERE, it costs too damn much! Let em sell it to the Chinese and see how that works out for them. 

     You can't bring back the dead from the Towers, or Boston, or Baghdad.  It's time to move on. As a supporter of the Republic of Texas I'd be more than happy to do that without one drop of Middle Eastern oil. We need to defend our shores, it's true, but we can do that from over here. There's a logistical reason the USA is positioned between two vast oceans. And we need to stop this knee jerk relation every time some leader smart mouths us. We recently considered yet another war because some fat boy in North Korea said he was going to bomb the White House! Even the freaking Chinese were laughing and telling him to STFU! But the good ol' watch dogs inside the beltway were trotting out telling us how serious this was. By the way, I'm quite sure there's some tribal king in Ethiopia with a bone in his nose that wants to attack Washington, too. Better send in the Marines! And what would we get out of a war with North Korea? Hell, they're not even a WHOLE Korea, they're a HALF a Korea. What we'd get is a bunch of yellow people, all running around, pissed off, planning to bomb every street hot dog vendor in New York City, that's what we'd get. And, yes, they look funny, smell funny, and pray to the fat kid. 

     Bring the troops home. Fund some kind of national health insurance. Develop domestic reserves. Tax the CRAP out of investors and corporations who go over THERE and sell us products we can easily manufacture right here. Open the borders. We don't treat the Canadians the same way we treat the Mexicans. Oh, but Wilbur, them Mexicans have DRUG CARTELS! Well, they wouldn't have them if we piped their oil up here and decriminalized a PLANT that 52% of Americans have no problem with, now would they. I thought we were a Republic of the people, by the people and for the people. Now, I'm just a simple ol' boy from Austin, but did I miss something here? 

     I hope I've struck a chord with some of you. I hope that enough people see the logic in what I have said. I saw a short film this morning that contained a picture of a little Muslim boy, half buried in the sand with his eyes rotted out. And he lost his life so Dick Cheney could continue to make a profit. I can't accept that . . .can you? 

Roulette Method

                                                               Roulette

                                                         by Wilbur Witt

Found this method last year but didn't get a chance to try it out. Throw $50 toward this and see how it works. It came from a team of students at Harvard. 

Buy $50 - $100 in chips, all $10 denominations. Sit at the table. Never bet on a number, only colors. Watch the computer screen and wait until there are five consecutive red or black wins. Sometimes you have to wait a while. Don't let yourself be rushed.  When you have the five consecutive wins bet on the opposite color. Bet $10. If you lose, bet $20. Lose again, bet $30. When you win, wait again and do the same thing over and over again. If the Green Bastard gets you start the process over again. Continue this method, and don't get stupid. Don't let the bet ride, or leap to trying to cover a bunch of numbers in an effort to "cash in." If you lose your original investment leave the table and come back tomorrow. Down side, you lose $50- $100. Upside, you have to cash in your chips and sneak out to another casino. 

Dumb and Dumber

                                                      Dumb and Dumber

                                                         by Wilbur Witt

     There will always be people with whom you do not agree. Life would be boring if we all marched to the beat of the same drummer just like if one were to eat cake three times a day. After a while the cake would have no taste. This having been said there are a few things, and opinions that irk me. One is mothers of terrorists with scarfs on their heads. Funny how you all know exactly who I'm talking about. She is so outrageous the media is falling all over itself filming her. She rants and raves with that stupid accent, and now it appears she was right in the middle of the Boston bombings. 

     Folks, this is not a mother. I had a cat who was a better mother than this bitch! She waves her arms fanatically and has a shrill voice and a face that just wants to make you slap the crap out of her. And she's coming to America! Why? Grandma Moses can't get on an airplane without a full cavity search and this idiot thinks she can fly first class to New York?  Let me ask you, where did our common sense go?  Oh, no doubt Obama will leap to the occasion and defend her rights, throwing in a thought or two about respecting her religion. Hell, why doesn't he just go over there and give her a lift in Air Force One? She could play with his daughters along the way. I think a reception at the White House might be in order, don't you?  

     My old producer used to have a phrase he used when he noticed someone doing something dumb and I think it applies here. We need to pull our heads out of Mr Ass! Yesterday I did a whole day of boosting my friend count on Facebook, and, yes, this was self serving. I want lots of people to read what I write. However, I got a liberal sprinkle of people, good people, who would do anything just for the chance to come to America! This country was built by people like that. Folks who only want the opportunity to come here and work and not have some war lord come out the hills and rob them. We don't need fanatical Jihadists blowing up our people in the streets because they can't even get along with their own people back home. 

     When I was young President Nixon was on a tear trying to keep John Lennon out of the country. Boy! Times sure have changed. Now, I'm just a simple old boy from Austin, but am I the only one who sees this?  WE have rights. Life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. THEY don't have rights. They have attitude. I think it is absurd to sweat Pablo sneaking over the border to pick a few oranges and send money home to his family, and even CONSIDER letting this slut get on a plane. 

     If she comes here I wish the FBI would meet her at the gate and arrest her for everything from the JFK assassination forward! I wish they would put her in Gitmo and water board her so much she would think that it was an American toilette custom. Oh, my bad, do they even have toiletries over there?  If that woman comes here it is proof positive that our government has lost its mind!  I would not want to be a hundred yards from her when she gets to Boston. Hey, I have a good idea. Why don't we just let the survivors of the attack form a welcoming committee for her. Yeah! That'll work!