Thursday, April 26, 2012

CM PRESS # 839

40 LIVE/WORK HOUSING UNITS ON WESTSIDE TO BE SCREENED AT THE NEXT CITY COUNCIL MEETING ON TUESDAY

Screening requests are opportunities for developers to  bring preliminary development  proposals before the City Council and the public for comments and to see if such a project is looked at favorably before too much money is put into the proposal.  It's also an opportunity for the Council and the public to suggest changes to the project.
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Boxing... Wladimir Klitschko fights Tony Thompson on June 7, and Povetkin meets Rahman on June 14. Povetkin didn't look good in his last fight against Marco Huck, so he has a lot to prove on June 14. Wladimir (he's the younger Klitschko brother, shouldn't have much trouble with Thompson).
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Fiction (sort of)

WE'RE NOT THE ICE
by H. Millard (c) 2012


I got a call last week from Big Bob who had witnessed some recent
police action against a Hispanic guy on the lam from the cops.
“It was weird man. It looked like the guy was daring the cops
to  kill  him, and he even came at them with some kind of
curved  carpet  knife,” said Big Bob.

     “So, did the cops kill him?” I asked.

     “Nah. This is California and the guy was an illegal alien. You
can’t  commit suicide by cop in California if you’re an illegal alien.
Hell, you can’t even get arrested in California if you’re an illegal
alien. The cops say that they're not the ICE, and it's not their job to
check  I.D. Anyway, the cops  drove by in a police car and shot
the guy  with a non-lethal  turkey.”

     “A turkey?”

     “Yeah. They’ve got these guns that shoot turkeys.”

     “You really mean bean bags,” I said.

     “No, I mean turkeys. See, the local cops give out free turkeys
 to  suspected illegal aliens during Thanksgiving, so I figure these
 turkeys  were part of the freebies, being as how it's close to
Thanksgiving.

     "The  local cops were just kind of doing what the feds are
 doing in  Afghanistan–they hit the guy with the food to let him
know that  they  really like him and want him to be well fed, but
 they also kind  of damaged him at the same time, to let him
know that he should  stop acting illegally.”

     “Yeah, but how does he do that? He is illegal,” I said.

     “You don’t get it. They don’t mind that he IS illegal. Hey,
 they're  not the ICE. They just don’t want him to ACT in an
 illegal manner.”

     “Well, the turkeys were dead, right?”

     “Yeah. Except for one. The guy must have been on drugs
or something, because he was impervious to the dead turkeys.
When the dead turkeys just kept bouncing off the guy and didn’t
 stop him, the cops turned to something more lethal.

      "They loaded a live round in the gun–a really nasty
Tom--and  they shot it at him. KERPLOOEY! GOBBLE,
 GOBBLE, GOBBLE.

     "Anyway, this dirty bird landed on the guy’s head and
dug in.The guy ran around  in circles with this thing on his
 head for several minutes while he was waving his arms
in the air and screaming in Spanish. He couldn't  get it off.
He looked like an Indian Chief doing a  war dance. Then
he  finally fell down in a cloud of feathers and the cops
moved in. They captured the Police Turkey and the guy.

      “Man, turkeys aren’t very culturally sensitive. I bet he
sues them for not using chickens,” I said.

     “What do you mean?”asked Bob.

     “You ever hear of a turkey taco? Turkeys are American. A
 turkey  was even going to be our national bird before someone
decided the  Bald Eagle was more photogenic. Shooting the
Mexican guy with an  American turkey wasn't PC. But,
you know, maybe the cops weren't trying to insult the guy, but
show him how much they love illegal aliens in this city. I
guess  they figure that it's their  job to make him feel
comfortable and welcome here now that he's  broken
our laws and snuck into  the country.
Anyway, what did  they do with the guy after they
did the drive by turkeying?”

      “They gave him a ride to a local citizen supported day
worker job center. I saw him pick up a gum wrapper in the gutter
and  use that as his I.D. with the center's employees.”

     “And the job center accepted that as legitimate I.D.?”

     “Sure. They don’t really check I.D. They just pretend they
check to avoid any liability. They wink and say the employers
 are supposed to check the I.D., and that they're not the ICE.
Then the employers wink and say they're not the ICE either and
so they don't check ID. The last time I saw the guy, he was riding
off in the back of an employers truck.”

     Wouldn’t you know it. A few days later, I ran into
Jack the Rug who has a carpet installation business. Some
carpet stores have  Jack and his crew do the installation
 for customers.

     Jack recently moved out of the old neighborhood to tony
 Newport Beach and he now has a wall all around his
neighborhood  and a guard at the front gate.

     He was able to move because he makes a lot of money
by not paying  his illegal alien help very much. Jack said he figures
he’s doing the day workers he hires a favor, because they’re all
 illegal aliens who he picks up at the day worker job center.

     “These guys don’t need much money,” Jack once told me.
 "There's a whole symbiotic crooked money machine that's grown
 up based on illegal aliens. It's now become THE establishment.
 It's a well oiled machine with a bunch of cogs that all work
 together to keep things running smoothly, and this thing just
hums  along. Listen to me. Don't be a sap. Let me tell you how
this system  works  so you can make some money from it.

     "One cog is the day worker job center that attracts illegal
aliens  to the old neighborhood.

    " Another cog is the employers who hire the illegal alien day
workers under the table.

    "Then there's the charities cog set up to give illegals free
food,  free medical and dental care even free clothes, to
supplement their  incomes so they can sell their labor on the cheap
 to the employers.This is mostly paid for by taxpayers who are, in
 effect, subsidizing my workers so I don't have to pay them so much,
but the taxpayers aren't usually aware of it.

     "The charities benefit by having ever more needy clients, so they
can ask for more money from the city.  With more money, the
 charity big wigs get higher salaries.

    "Another cog is slumlords who let illegal aliens live twelve to a
 room in converted garages and tiny apartments in the old
 neighborhood near the job center.

     "Another cog is the politicians who give tax money to the
charities  and who look the other way when the slumlords pack
 illegal aliens  into tiny living quarters. The politicans benefit by
 getting support from the other cogs in the machine when it's
 time for election.”

     "Yeah, but what about citizens?" I asked. "Doesn't this lead
 to a corrupt Third World culture? It sounds like everyone is
looking the other way about violations of law, and everyone is
getting some kind  of payoff at the expense of citizens."

     "Don't worry about it," said Jack, "we're all making out
 like  bandits.  It's true the schools are now in the toilet
because  the  illegals have filled  them with their kids and all the
 white  kids are now in  private schools,  and it's true the crime
 rate  has risen and we now have Hispanic gangs all over the
 place and graffiti and abandoned shopping carts, but  it's not my
 job to do anything about it. That's the responsibility of the
 ICE. Besides, I moved further away from the problems."

      "Geez, Jack," I said, "what about your former neighbors
 who  are stuck behind and who can't move? Many of them
still believe that America is a nation of laws and they're still
working within the  rules of America as it used to be. They
believe the laws should be  upheld and that they should
do the responsible and right thing."

      "That ain't my problem, muchacho. If they're too dumb
to figure it out and work the system, the hell with 'em. Hell,
 it isn't just California. Most politicians are part of the scam
with all their talk about  legalizing  illegal aliens. Their payoff
 is Hispanic votes."

     "Well, wouldn't it just be better to enforce our immigration
laws, and then people like you and me wouldn't have to keep
moving further away from the encroaching Third World?" I
asked.

      "Look, I didn't make this system. I'm just using it like
everyone  else who isn't a sap. If the ICE wants to grab these
people, then let 'em. But, until they do, I'm going to keep hiring
 these day  workers. Hell, not only can I get them for a song, but
they don't  complain  to the authorities, because they're afraid of
 being  deported."

      "Hell, Jack," I said, "it sounds like Third World corruption
 has  become the new way of life in the U.S. and that those who
 are  getting screwed are the good, decent, salt of the Earth
citizens who still believe in traditional American values." Jack just
 looked at me as though I was an idiot, and then he said he had to
get over to the day worker Job Center to hire some more
workers.

      Anyway, a couple of days later, Jack called to tell me he
 hired a new guy from the day worker job center. “ He’s got a
 strange name for a Mexican,” said Jack: “‘Juicy Fruit.’ I swear.
That's what the slip from the day worker job center says is his
 name.

    "I guess he’s okay, though, and it's not my responsibility to
check I.D. Hell, I'm not the ICE. That's  their job. You should
see  the weird scars  Juicy has on his head and face. I asked him
what made them, and  he said  ‘Gringo pollo loco,’ and "ill eagle,"
 as he acted out frantically pulling something off his head.

     "So, I'm thinking Juicy is saying 'illegal' and he's really
 saying 'ill eagle,'  like he's trying to tell me he had a sick bird on
 his head and he thought the turkey was an eagle.

     "What do you make of that?”

      “We're living in weird times,” I said, and hung up the
 telephone.

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