THE GOVERNOR DIDNT RESPOND, HE'S MORE INTERESTED IN SCREWING WE POOR AT THE BOTTOM AND NOT FIXING THE REAL PROBLEM..
I SUGGEST HE HAVE TOWN MEETINGS FOR WE POOR TO REALLY LAY OUT THE PROBLEMS OF FRAUD FROM OUR PERSPECTIVE, AND LEAST HAVE THE BALLS TO RESPOND WHEN OUR SENT INFO IS CREDIBLE!
PLUS ANY KICKBACKS FROM HAWKING PRESCRIPTIONS BY DOCTOR SHOULD BE OUTLAWED BY THE STATE LEGISLATORS.
AND DONT FORGET DOCTORS WHO RECKLESSLY PRESCRIBE DRUGS TO DRUG ADDICTS CONTINUALLY, ALL OF THESE ISSUES ARE FRAUD, COSTING CALIFORNIA TENS IF NOT HUNDREDS OF MILLIONS OF DOLLARS! J.B.
UPDATE: 5/5/04:
SO far G. String Swarzenegger has vacationed in Hawaii during Easter when he could have visited wounded Camp Pendleton Marines, who survived his "pal"s" war, and recently, as I struggled as usual homeless, to survive outside with my crippled leg,
because rents are impossible with my meager government stipend, he went to Israel to dedicate a musuem for tolerance and visit his Jordan King pal,
We cant all marry Kennedys...
....(So far, he has yet to acknowledge with any interest, my emailed and mailed exposes of San Diego County intolerance or corruption.)
Satirico:
En Castillian:
Riverside, Ca:
There is a certain honor
being me,
but it doesnt warm
in the cold.
At the early morning,
before the sun
pushes away the frio
wind, at the AMPM,
across from the Jack In The Box,
where the Indio, Ca. plague
is spreading.
All those workmen
in their stud white trucks,
And not one huevo...
....all carry the invisible note from their mommas,
"Go work, maybe they will grow back, what an example for your sons!"
Think of all the men
who bear the cold,
freezing their balls, so woman can have her luxeries...
....a warm bed during the day, without him...a warm bed at night without passion.*
Blame it on the crows
that fly
in the evening
only to return in the evening
across the horizon.
Crows will steal anything.
Alas me,
I am denied love or lust, because such
would make me strong.
So like a lonely windmill,
I creak and squeak.
Like a swarzeneggwer
who allows robbers,
to maintain the staus quo.
The poor, always always, a target,
for the robber barons.
HOW CAN WE POOR
STAND AGAINST SUCH?
Let the Riverside crows
remind all, first your balls, then the reality of
your meaning.
How we house those at
the bottom of society
will be how
we will be judged.
How many will die,
have died,
and or young, the eternal
hope, another lie?
And what of the lies
to our soldiers, who vanquished, must beg?
Is this Democracy?
So you see,
odd old windmill me,
merely ponder rather than governor
or president,
alone
in my Salvador Dali meadow,
of wasted parts and pieces.
Waiting for my creaking
and squeaking to silence.
That silence of
deafening roar.
* Notes:
women in Mexico labor
to toss, handmaking the tortilla, here they are made
in terminator style machines.
This poem inspired by a Colorado Roy,
whose handshake
revealed his manual labor.(Please link to Why Cowboys Dont Exist) (Talking to myself, he had gone to sleep again, I told him about the building boom in Indio, Ca. for workers, and about how difficult it was, to stay away from Martha's Villiage Kitchen, that serves 7 days a week, a free actually lavish meal to those who need it, located on Date St,)
The poem was edited listening to Andrea Bocelli (also disabled) singing Verdi,
but dedicated to Mozart's
Mass Requiem
and for My Parents,
now passed.
One Czechoslavakian and the other, English and Scot (while the Irish is only acknowledged
after proper fortification by alcoholic spirits.)
American males are dying of prostrate cancer, if they would only eat tomato paste
on whole grain crackers
frequently, they wouldnt be.
Adding a bit of cinnamon would help regulate their
insulin, scientists have documented.
Please dont tell the President Or any governor,
Let Nature take its course.
J.B.
(Please understand the poem is satire, having had a mother, I realize women's contribution to we mens lives.)