Anybody ever wondered what type of people make up our opposition in the debate for immigration reform and the human and civil rights of the undocumented?
Reading the oppositions web sites and silly little press releases gives you a good idea. And the level of intelligence shown in the emails and contacts I receive on this site, puts the educational level somewhere between 4th and 6th grade. Fortunately, although the number for this site is readily available, I don’t get that many calls, thank God.
I bring this up for several reasons.
First of all, during the recent debate over in state tuition for undocumented students in New Jersey, William Gheen of ALIPAC ordered his lemmings to call, email and fax Trenton their objections to the bill. Never mind the fact that none of them were voting residents of the State of New Jersey. That was fine with Gheen. His solution? Tell them that your address and home town was private information when asked.
And this is the tactics of ALIPAC and other groups when they try to muscle in on a state or city issue that is none of their concern. After all, if you are not a constituent of the politician, they have no need nor use of your opinion.
Now, ALIPACer’s are being asked to use their home computers to man a remote spam bank that makes automated calls to voters in Massachusetts on behalf of GOP Senate candidate Scott Brown, who is in a neck to neck race with the Democratic front runner for Ted Kennedy’s Senate seat.
Back to the original question though of what type of people make up ALIPAC and similar anti immigrant, isolationist and xenophobic groups.
Steven Lemmons of the Phoenix New Times answers that question from his own experiences with these morons. Our experiences with our faithful readers run consistent with one another. Here’s Stephen’s take on it.
I’m not sure why the nativists bother to call me up and leave anonymous, racist messages on my phone mail. I mean, if they knew how to type — even hunt and peck — they could e-mail in a letter the whole world could see. Heck, half the time, my editors even leave the swear words in, as such expressions are characteristic of the toothless hillbillies who’re opposed to treating the undocumented with a modicum of respect.
Being that I’m all about sharing and helping out my fellow man, I thought I’d assist some of these knuckledraggers, and offer up a sampling from their recent phone rants to me over the treatment of Miriam Mendiola Martinez, the latest in a line of pregnant moms shackled while in MCSO custody.
The first example features a fine specimen of Neanderthal, just sprung from a block of Norwegian ice. He drops the f-bomb casually, calls Miriam’s kid a “bastard” (he’s not, the child has a dad who’s the head of the familial unit), and harps on people being here “illegally,” as if that’s a brand new word for him. I’ve got some bad news for the goober, currently Miriam is here legally, and will likely remain here legally. Her newborn is an American citizen, and can stay in this country as long as he wants. Stick that in your trucker hat, Billy Bob.
The second coward to prove that even mutants can dial a phone utilizes a much naughtier word than the f-bomb. Let’s just say that the ladies out there will be ticked. Do you kiss your mother with that mouth, bub? Your father? Your grandfather? See, with a fella of your obvious country manners, I can see the whole family getting involved. Capisce?
Finally, here’s an old coot who mellowed a bit when I called him back. (I do that whenever the caller I.D. picks up the number.) He kvetched that the undocumented were taking jobs from true-blue, unemployed Americans such as himself.
I pointed out that Miriam’s erstwhile position as a cleaning lady at Dillard’s might still be vacant, so perhaps he should run on down there and apply. He sheepishly admitted that Miriam likely did not make enough money in her former occupation to satisfy his needs. At least he was honest, and the conversation came to a civil conclusion — a rarity when the gabfest involves yours truly and an anti-immigration nut.
In any case, my phone number stays the same: 602-229-8426. I know composing a monosyllabic e-mail is rough on your white trash synapses, but really, give it a go. And believe me, it’s a far more effective means of conveying your stupidity to the world than a phone call.
Stephen is a national treasure of journalism, right up there with Gustavo Arellano (Ask a Mexican). Oh, and our number stays the same for all the cranks out there. (956) 825-1374. We need a humor break during the day at times.
But seriously, looking at the misspellings of simple words on sites such as ALIPAC and even in the silly little press releases it’s “leader” sends out, it would seem Lemmons has hit the nail on the head.
SOURCE: The Feathered Bastard
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