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Source: http://www.alipac.us/article3891.html

January 12, 2009

by William Gheen
of Americans for Legal Immigration PAC
www.alipac.us

You take my house when you do take the prop That doth sustain my house; you take my life When you do take the means whereby I live.- William Shakespeare -The Merchant of Venice. Act iv. Sc. 1.

Across America a terrible story unfolds trapping honest and hard working Americans between the proverbial rock and a hard space. It is a story that I have gleaned from conversations with those directly impacted. It is a story I have learned from reading between the lines in the print media.

Many of America’s print media publications are now facing well deserved financial extinction due to their penchant for bias, censorship, and promotions of unpopular political positions, rather than reporting facts. No issue illustrates their heavy bias more than illegal immigration.

American readers are bombarded on a daily basis with the latest illegal alien sob stories about how illegal aliens are getting laid off, being profiled, discriminated against, or finding it harder to get licenses and government benefits from mean and hateful Americans, while the most important part of the story is conspicuously absent!

The Americans who are falling down in historic numbers are not in these articles or publications!

The propagandists at the newspapers should take heed, when I remind them of two important things. One, people read the news to learn the facts and not the asserted political positions of the paper. Two, readers look for characters in articles, as well as in movies and books, who they can identify with.

Americans are losing their wages, jobs, homes, health, and sanity in numbers unprecedented since the Great Depression, yet you will not hear their trials and troubles in your elitist newspapers. And if you do get a glimpse of the horror of your neighbors and fellow countrymen, you will most certainly never hear of what I will speak of next.

You will not hear about how illegal immigration is trapping Americans in a vise which is leading to the destruction of their lives.

I hope no one in America needs a lecture on how horrible losing your job can be when there are no other jobs available and that not being able to provide health insurance or even food for your children is a life threatening situation. Marching your belongings and loved ones out of your house in front of a Sheriff’s deputy is a story Americans are living out in larger numbers daily.

Many studies tell us that American workers work harder, longer, and more productively than many others on the planet. We are known for getting the job done and done well. Before the recent political invention of “jobs Americans won’t do” we got the houses built, the landscapes tended, the chickens plucked, and the bathrooms cleaned without 15 million illegal aliens in the country.

Here is the scenario and perspective you will not find in your newspaper that must be told to the nation.

It has long been a tradition in America for wage earners to take a menial job or an extra job, when times got tough for their individual families, a region, or during a national economic downturn.

If your husband was injured, the wife would take on an extra job waiting tables or as a cashier. If you lost your job, you would seek another one no matter what it was, as long as it would help you keep food on the table and a roof over you and your family’s head.

In 2009, when you go to look for a new job of any kind you will find that many jobs are not even listed in the Want Ads because those jobs are filled with illegal aliens and a surplus of legal immigrants. The employers have no desire to spend money on newspaper ads, if they have an opening they just tell the foreman, ask their existing workers, or in some cases call up the drug and human importing cartels in Mexico to order a new shipment of illegal aliens workers, as was the case with Tyson Foods here in North Carolina.

So American workers are not even finding notices for many jobs in construction, landscaping, hospitality and food industries, agriculture, meat processing, textiles, raw materials production, etc…

And even if you do approach one of these employers, you may find yourself in the position that many ALIPAC supporters have reported.

The employers of illegal aliens and H2B visa immigrants do not want Americans in the mix. There is rampant discrimination against America workers because they do not speak Spanish, are more concerned about worker health and safety laws, and might contact Immigration and Customs Enforcement to report illegal workers and visa fraud.

Even if you did go out on your own to find the non-advertised menial jobs, and you made it past the discrimination factors, you still have two major hurdles.

One, multiple studies have documented the common sense knowledge that illegal immigration greatly depreciates wages for Americ
Can’t fit it all so go here for the rest of the story

http://www.alipac.us/article3891.html

I was at my friend’s house, and he was watching some b-movie horror flick that he borrowed from a friend of his. It was about these evil demonic children who go around killing people, kind of like Children of the Corn, but worse. It was really violent and extremely gory. I forget what it was called, but my friend says you can’t buy or rent it anywhere, and I’m not surprised. I think it was unrated too.

Aside from the fact that the children actors (who looked like they ranged between the ages of 10 and 12) were exposed to all of the blood and gore of the film (as they were the ones doing it), there were also 3 separate scenes in the movie where they were exposed to full nudity. In one scene, a couple of the kids go into a woman’s bathroom and stab her while she’s taking a shower, fully nude (clearly ripped off from Psycho). Then later there’s another scene where the kids have kidnapped another woman, they tie her down and rip her clothes off and then they kill her in some sort of satanic ritual (again, the woman is completely nude).

The third scene is definitely the worst. The kids go into this house where a teenage girl is home alone. The girl is depicted as being under 18, even though the actress probably isn’t, she looked younger. The girl is on her bed, naked from the waist down, listening to music in her headphones. You can tell that she is using a sex toy, even though they don’t show everything, all you see is the sex toy and her pubic hair. She doesn’t notice when the kids come in her room, and they watch her for a minute with these evil looks on their faces. One of the kids has this scary looking thing that looks like a sex toy with thorns on it, and… I don’t think I need to say what happens next. It was disturbing. The poor girl screams and there is blood everywhere, and I just can’t believe that any movie producer would let child actors even pretend to do what they did. And what were their parents thinking letting them act in something like this?

The movie was terrible. There was hardly any storyline, most of the acting was pretty horrible, the special effects and prop blood — while gory — looked mostly unrealistic. I doubt it even made as much money as they spent to produce it, and I’m sure the movie was probably banned just about everywhere they tried to release it. Even if it did get released, it would have carried an NC-17 rating, minimum. No child should ever be allowed to see it. So my question is, why were children allowed to act in it? And isn’t it against the law for them to be directly exposed to naked women like that? I think I’ve seen stuff like that in other movies too, where children end up seeing naked adults. I remember one movie I saw many years ago where this young boy was spying on a woman while she posed nude for a painting, or something. Why is this allowed? It doesn’t make sense that children would be allowed to see something in person when they aren’t allowed to see it on a movie screen.
I’m pretty sure this was not CG or anything, it was a pretty low budget film. In fact I am almost positive that the children were actually in the scenes.

Like in the ‘sacrifice’ scene, one of the children is kneeling over the woman and running the blade of a knife down her stomach, but not actually cutting her. You see both the boy and the woman in the same shot in the same scene, and the boy’s shadow over the woman’s body, and what looks like a real knife. The boy’s hand is clearly wrapped around the knife handle and the tip of the knife is pressed in against the woman’s stomach. The boy slowly runs the knife down between the woman’s breasts and stops just short of her pubic hair. Thank goodness all three of the naked or partially naked women in the film at least had pubic hair, to leave something to the imagination.

But I don’t think any of it was faked. The film quality was just way too amateurish for it to have been “green room” FX.
I’m not quite sure what the name of it was, I will have to ask my friend the next time I talk to him. I think it was something like Children of the Demon Seed, but I’m not positive. I had never heard of it before. My friend said he thinks it was never “officially” released because it couldn’t get ratings approval, or something like that. It’s one of those “underground” things that he heard about from a friend of a friend. He’s into all of that stuff, banned movies and ultraviolent films, stuff like that.

Right off the bat, the fact that he had this movie told me that it was definitely out of the mainstream and not exactly “the norm”, so maybe the whole nudity thing was just an isolated incident for this case. But I am almost positive that I have seen other films where child actors were exposed to adult nudity, though probably not to this extent.
Giselle, why would you want to see it? It was really bad. The plot was terrible, the storyline was terrible, the acting was terrible, the “special effects” were terrible, the ending was terrible, and on top of that, it wasn’t even really scary! It was just a lot of gore and disturbing scenes. It’s no wonder I’ve never heard of it. I know that some movies become popular because of how bad they are, but this one was just vile, like the rape scene from the unrated version of The Hills Have Eyes II. It was just wrong all around. I would not recommend anyone see it.

Even my friend, who is usually into disturbing, gory, low-budget films with bad acting, said that he expected better and that he was not really impressed or entertained by it. The only possible redeeming factor is that the kids in the movie were really creepy, very much Children of the Corn-like. It’s pretty sad that the children were probably the best actors in the entire production.

This is a school function, a costumed banquet and then lock in. (Lucky for me, the theme is zombies/horror, so I chose a Silent Hill Bubblehead nurse.) So, I can’t bring a metal pole with me on campus. So, I’m going to ask you guys what kind of weapon I should carry with me.

I was at the party store the other day, and they had a plastic wrench with teeth attached, a very rustic sort of look with some blood spattered across it. They also had a really cool looking saw prop, that was more metallic looking than covered in blood, or the obvious fake chainsaw.
I could take some plastic piping and possibly heat it and then bend it that way, and cover it in blood to match the costume.
Any other suggestions, possibly, or a vote? All will be appreciated! Thanks for your time.

I had all four of my infected, impacted, abscessed, fully grown wisdom teeth extracted yesterday. The only oral surgeon in the state my insurance would allow me to use was, of course, a two hour drive away. Upon further research, I found that he has had to pay a few settlements to patients, bad reviews from patients, and actual warnings from a couple of them. Of course, I only googled this the night before my procedure so there was no way of getting out of it.

The dental hygienist had instructed me to take two triazolam for anxiety (which is a kind of benzodiazapine also known as Halcion, a powerful sleeping aid) and a benadryl. This was an hour before my appointment. I (thought) I knew my body pretty well and how I would react to the sleeping pills. But when it was time for me to sit in the operating chair, I was feeling somewhat normal. Not at all how I should be feeling after taking two powerful sleeping pills! So, they gave me another one. When I groggily brought up the fact that this was my third, the nurse looked at me with much surprise, like she had no idea that I had already taken TWO. Anyway, they put in the catheter in my arm, the Valium drip, and told me to try to fall asleep. I successfully put my body to sleep, but my mind was still somewhat lucid.

A few minutes later, after drifting off to sleep, I feel an agonizing pain in my mouth. The method the oral surgeon used to perform surgery was a laser, instead of a scalpel and drill. I was told this is extremely less painful. Yeah, right. I begin to cry. I remember the surgeon saying, “I can’t Fu***** believe she can feel this!” and shoving an anesthetic gas mask over my face. For some reason, I couldn’t figure out what to do with it, and they had to take out the braces holding my mouth open so I could breathe in the gas.

About an hour later, I awoke to much more agony! I somehow took off the heart rate monitor that was on my finger and thrust it across the room. I call the dentist a mother fu**** and begin to yell and cry. They scramble to stick the roof of my mouth with a long, very painful needle (local anesthetic..?) and give me more gas.

And then I wake up AGAIN!! This time they don’t bother putting me out, as they are just putting in the last of the stitches and I had already had triple (or more) the amount of anesthesia, sleeping pills, and local anesthetic normally used.

After the surgery, I learned they ended up using a drill after all because one of my teeth was so badly impacted. They told my boyfriend and my mom to “play down my stories of agony” in hopes that I wouldn’t have a fear of the dentist in the future. Yeah. OK. They even had to tell me that I was dreaming as I woke up the last time so I wouldn’t try to sock the hygienist again. My mom later told me that she heard me scream and forced her way into the OR.

SO they prop me up in the chair and give me a Disney movie to watch as I “recover” from the drugs, toss me into a wheelchair, and send me home. I did some research on the triazolam, and apparently, it is supposed to cause amnesia. It is banned in the UK because it causes psychosis, and the normal, “safe” dosage is .25 mg. I had .75 mg yesterday, and I still remember a LOT of what was happening to me, even though I was also on Valium and anesthesia gas and local anesthetic.

Anyway, I am now happily on much pain medication and living off of mashed potatoes and strawberry smoothies.

What is your horror story?

I was doing the dishes while rocking out to my beloved iPod (I love this thing, take it everywhere with me) I get to the last pan and discover my cat has moved it out of my reach. I lean over to grab the pan, the iPod sitting on the sitting on the window ledge above the sink, and as I touch the pan I watch in horror as my iPod takes a nose dive into the sink full of dish water. I panic and yank it out of the sink. The crazy thing was, it was still playing music, but the screen was so dull it looked like it was off, I could see just barely as the “Connect to Power” icon flashed on the screen (even though, seconds before it had been fully charged) and turned it off, I then cleaned off the outside with a towel and ran to my computer and plugged it in, it flashed and went dull again, and iTunes picked up the iPod but kept dropping its signal and picking it up again. It is now propped up on my desk to drain the water.
Am I an iPod murderer? Or can I save it?

iPod info:
Generation 2
iPod Nano
Purchased in 2008
Has over 400 songs
And 20 videos
Hot Pink
No Video Camera
Or voice recorder

Her eyes blurred with tears as she watched him fall, she ran, her heart aching, her throat choking with pure horror and sorrow. All sound had stopped, the only thing she could hear was his yell, his pain, and her footsteps that seemed to slow. She reached him and fell to her knees, gently cradling his head in her arms.
His eyes gradually opened, he looked up at her and an ironic smile spread across his lips, “I love you,” he said, he reached up a bloodied hand, wanting to touch her face, but not dirty it with the blood.
“I love you too,’ she replied, gently brushing her hand against his cheek bone. “Let me take you to a hospital, come on,” she pleaded knowing what his response would be.
“It’s too late, you know that, don’t cry for me,” he said as tears begin to drip from her clear blue eyes. “Everything will be alright,” he sighed with his last breath. Her body shook with sobs and despite his bloody chest, she laid her head upon it holding him and crying, wishing there was a way to bring him back.
Sirens wailed in the distance, calling in the dim light of the evening. She gently laid him down and lightly kissed his brow, placing him on the blood stained ground, she scoot back, propping herself on the front of a bank. She looked at his body, her mind numb, replaying the images of the single bullet that pierced his heart

Just the intro of one of my short stories, curious if I should keep going with it or give up haha, let me know! Thanks so much!

My side hobby is writing short stories and it has been for a few years now. Usually it’s horror and irony which my stories have a point of having but lately I’ve been seeing rough life on the streets, the complicated personalities of some really tough teenagers and lots of new perspectives, so I decided to write a short story (my stories are usually around 5 pages). First off let me say what I’m trying to write so you know how to help me with this. I want to write a story that is suspenseful, very subtle, but yet gets down to the point. I want the atmosphere of the story to be tough, don’t carish, with hard to break characters, but I’m trying to write this common situation in a new way. So, what I was thinking is I’d write some situations where the main character, Justin, is being all tough on the streets and being involved with a scary community in his suburb/neighborhood. By the way, I’m basing this on the neighborhood I live in as it’s where I experienced lots of new things, While on the run from some unwanted people, this is late at night, his friends have gone somewhere else, he hides in the neighborhood park woods which has a bad rep. But ironically instead of meeting something bad he meets a girl who is just enjoying a simple life and is the only oen not involved in this community, and some things develop from there. I’ve written a little so far and I’m not really sure how to develop it. I’m stuck. Also I’m bad at describing how characters looks like without making it boring, help. :) It includes a bit of cussing, I apologize.

Street Life

F**k. PICK UP.
“God.”
Justin picked at a loose thread on his grey sweatpants. Switching to propping his other leg on the dirty brick wall, he switched off his cell and sighed. Nick was taking a lot longer than he expected buying those drinks. It’s only a couple of bottles. Hurry up. Pick up the damn phone.
“Here, sport, catch.”
A glass tequila bottle was tossed towards Justin’s outstretched palms. Grabbing it by the neck, he stuffed it inside the lining of his oversized bomber jacket and glared at his friend, who gave him a cheesy grin.
“Nick. This is a rough neighbourhood. Anyone sees a skinny twig like me standing around like there’s nothing better to do equals trouble,” Justin hesitated. He had been cranky for a while now. Nick had a guess why.
“Sorry, man. You haven’t had a puff yet have you?”
Justin’s head throbbed in response, as if in excitement.

I had this dream that I was at Victoria’s Secret getting measured for a bra, since I think that I’m wearing the wrong size. (I’ve been meaning to go do this for a while now.) And so, there were a lot of people getting measured, even guys there, for some reason. And while I was waiting for my result, I started talking to this guy, and it was obvious he was into me, and I just kept flirting with him, even though the whole time in my mind, I was like “I have a boyfriend and I love him. I have a boyfriend and I love him.” But I just kept flirting like it was out of my control. And then, we kinda became friends. And so the lady who measured me told me it would take about a week to get my results since there were so many people. Since I thought this was total BS, I decided to just find a bra I liked, and try a bunch on til I found the right size.
When I found a bra, this lady who looked to be about 40 (I’m 14) asked me if I would like to go on a date this weekend. I told her no, I’m sorry. And she just said “Yeah, whatever, I was expecting that anyways.” I felt kinda bad, so I made some small talk with her. Then I saw this lady coming from the basement of the store with a backpack, and I thought “Oh cool! They sell backpacks!” So I went down there to look at them, and the 40 year old woman followed me. Then she kept asking me for a hand with something, and next thing I knew, she lead me to a dark corner in the store.She tried to touch me, so I went running up the stairs, screaming. When I got to the top, everyone in the measuring room was goofing off, and I ran to my new friend and just collapsed in his arms, crying.
I told him what happened, and he picked me up and carried me to find this woman, and my mom was there, and they started yelling at her, and she agreed to leave me alone from now on.
Then, we were about to leave the store, but I had to buy that bra, so I did. We were staying in a hotel for some reason, and when we got back, I went in by myself to try on the bra. Then I noticed that a closet door was propped open at the same time as I asked “Do I have to take off my panties too?”. I walked over and pushed the door closed, then it opened again, and there was that 40 year old woman, and she looked really creepy, like in a horror movie, and she said “Yes, let’s take your panties off now.” Then she smiled at me, and reached out to touch me, and I tried to scream but nothing came out.
So I grabbed her by the mouth and slammed her head into the wall, and when she was down I kicked her in the side. I figured she wasn’t going to be moving, and should go get my mom, but then she started to get up like nothing had happened. I slammed my foot down on her back and heard a snapping sound. It meant something broke, and she didn’t move, so I screamed again, and this time it was really loud and shrill.
Then, I woke up.
And when I woke up, I just lay there for a bit, then when I tried to stand up, I had such a bad pain in my pelvis that I couldn’t stand up at all. I had to sit there for 10 minutes until the pain became bearable.

What’s going on? Is it just a coincidence, or is this some kind of sign?
Be serious, I want some real answers here!

Ok, so my family moved into this house almost five years ago, and recently, it seemed sort of…scary. I mean, my house have been doing some really weird stuff. This morning, I was fixing my hair in the bathroom and I have those mirrors with the medicine cabinet inside, and it just propped open! I sort of freaked, but then closed the mirror. There was also a towel hanging from the shower curtain rod that was evenly placed, and when I closed the mirror, it just fell. Then one day I was packing for Cheer camp, and my door which I knew I closed and locked, just opened by it self. I looked around to see where my sister was, (in her room playing the guitar for the last fifteen minutes) and my parents were at work. Later on, my parents told me to close all the doors upstairs and before I closed my door, it slammed shut! And at night, my older sister was talking to me from the doorway of my room and i was staring off into space and i thought i saw a shadow from my chandelier of a little boy run around my room! And before i went to sleep, there were heavy footsteps above my ceiling and it stopped right in front of my face. Then it seemed like it jumped and the whole house shook! I swear! And when i was with my friends, i heard my guitar being plucked and strummed, while everyone was downstairs. I went upstairs to investigate and i saw my guitar on my bed but no one was there and the sounds stopped. When i turned around and went downstairs, it started playing again.

We got our house blessed when we first got it…

I pray every night to protect me and my family

and I told my parents

So now, i’m trying to do researched about what’s wrong with my house, if it’s a ghost or something. My younger sister joked that i was like one of those horror movie stars who likes getting themselves into danger. I think i’m paranoid, but i guess it’s safe to know the history of maybe deaths or stuff about my house. My parents are also worried, but they don’t really like talking about it. They just said it’s Satan trying to scare us.

It would be awesome if you can help

Sure, I’m terrified, but i’m also determined.

Thanks (:
@glenn

thank you very much! i was starting to get frustrated and yeah, it’s really hard to sleep nowadays…
but i’m not really close with my neighbors, and i think they hate me so…

Hi everyone
this is my story based on twilight- it was a really good book.
i’m only 12 so im no pro. PLZ leave a answer.

Blood Pressure

Prologue

18th of August 1932
A figure crouched down next to a lifeless corpse, feasting on the human’s blood. The moon hung high in the sky, shedding light across the valley. The noise of footsteps echoed in the still of the night. The vampire spun around, aware of the disturbance. Three cloaked vampires emerged from the depths of the darkness and greeted him with a nod and he returned the gesture. The cloaked vampires joined the lone vampire, enjoying the taste of the human blood. For all they knew, they were waiting, waiting for the time to come.

Chapter 1
21st of January 2005
It was late at night and I was roaming around the lonesome streets of California, not really having a destination, when a hoarse voice moaned from the shadows.

“Jimi Parkinson”

I spun around in surprise to the call of my name and stared blankly into the dark alley.

“Come here” he continued.

I took a small step forward, frightened and unsure of what lay waiting for me in the unidentifiable alley and then it happened. A young man pounced out from the shadows and landed on me, pinning me to the ground. He smiled menace fully and showed two extremely sharp teeth. I cried out in horror as him bit my neck…..

I woke up that morning on the street which I passed out last night on. I touched my neck and felt two little hole marks and dry blood all down my neck, seeping into my clothes. As I propped myself up on one elbow, by passers stared in shock and disgust. That man last night, he was a vampire and I had utterly no doubt about that. From what I knew I must be a vampire now. I did feel an overwhelming surge of power every now and then. It rippled through my body not missing a single nerve or vein. I stood up finally taking in a deep, long breath to refresh myself. As I did so a woman cried out in shock as a young man ran by and stole her bag right from the grasps of her hands.
I stood up in sudden awareness and instantly was after the bag snatcher. The bite must have given me remarkable powers because instantly I had tackled him and pinned him to the ground. He tried to fight me off but my incredible strength over powered him easily and he gave up. I had an uncontrollably urge to bite into the soft flesh of his neck, the taste of blood was a basic need as a vampire but I resisted with reluctance and walked off.
When I returned home my mum spotted me she yelled

“Where the bloody hell you think you were last night!”
“Ah, I went out with some friends” I replied

She didn’t look convinced but she probably was too tired to argue. I stalked up the stairs, slightly dizzy about all the events that had occurred today. I flopped down on my bed exhausted and drifted off to sleep…

Chapter 2

Sunlight found the gap in my curtain and light up my room. I woke up irritated with the light and arose out of bed. Apparently being a vampire doesn’t mean you can’t go out in the sun. I logged on to my computer and typed in the word ‘Vampires’.

The website came up with.

“Vampires are creatures that are known to drink human’s blood. The different types of Vampires include.

Djenena- This type of vampire is know to rely on animals’ blood and is a shape shifter.

Dracula- This type of vampire has the power to turn into a bat. Garlic weakens it and it can be killed by hammering a stake into its heart. This is the most common vampire known nowadays.

Bulleta- This is one of the rarest vampires known and has incredible speed and strength. This vampire is immune to light, garlic and stakes. This vampire is known to be indestructible