Frosty Wooldridge was in Austin, Texas at the State Capitol on a sunny Sunday morning, June 25, 2006, as a member of The 21st Century Paul Revere Ride. The scheduled stop was part of a grueling  48 state motorcycle tour undertaken by Woolridge and six stalwart companions, which will conclude in the nations capitol on August 3, 2006. The ride has a multi-faceted goal. To increase awareness concerning the need for managed legal immigration, through enforcement of existing laws and immigration quotas, and the dire consequences we face as a nation if the current immigration/migration levels continue. And a call to action for all concerned citizens to follow the model of phone calls, faxes, and e-mails to prominent media figures and elected officials outlined in the group’s literature.

Activists are to encourage the media to cover the issue in-depth, which they feel has not occurred, and to interview  prominent experts on the enforcement advocacy side of the immigration issue. The action plan also encourages activists, who are not limited by time constraints,  to expand their efforts by contacting their elected officials, through face to face meetings if possible, for the purpose of disseminating this information and demanding enforcement of current immigration laws. Their official statement, maps, and schedule can be viewed at www.21stcenturypaulrevereride.us .

Using comprehensive data and charts supplied by  www.numbersusa.com , the rides co-sponsor,  Wooldridge, who moments before had moved easily and personably through the audience,  makes a compelling case. The data, much of which is derived directly from the U.S. Census Bureau, forecasts serious consequences to our resources and infrastructure  if current immigration levels continue. It is worth noting that the prominent graphic featured in Woolridge’s presentation is a comparison of projected U.S. population growth with and without the influences of immigration. The graphic of American citizens only, and their offspring from 1970 onwards, illustrates that we have nearly attained the United Nations goal for sustainability of zero population growth.

At the conclusion of the scheduled presentation, Frosty was informed that the Mexican Consulate was a few short blocks away. Which precipitated an impromptu march and subsequent demonstration at the consular building by Woolridge and a small contingent of supporters. And there they stood at the front door replete with American flags and banners in an un-official declaration of the sanctity and sovereignty of the United States of America.It was here that he shared his experiences and observations, while traveling the globe, of the two class system which exists in many nations throughout the world.

I’ve traveled all over the world and seen this two-class system- the elite ruling and the working poor. That’s what we’re going to have here if we keep going the way we are. In those societies the elite- the ruling class, care nothing for the poor. Just what they can get out of them. They want to keep the working class as down-trodden and uneducated as possible.

During the course of the day I had the pleasure of several one on one conversations with Frosty. I found him to be a friendly, genuine man who truly believes in what he is doing. While walking from the Mexican Consulate to where the bikes were parked, for the ride to Crawford, he shared his feelings on the roles being played by everyday citizens in this fight. “It’s going to take all of us to take back the country. Every blogger, every website, every  activist- we all have a part to play no matter how large or small, and they’re all important,” he remarked as his long-legged stride ate up the sidewalk.

And later that day, after a fast-paced motorcycle ride up I-35 to Crawford for lunch and a photo-op, we had the chance to talk again. We talked about motorcycles, books, and boots. Sitting there on the shaded porch of the only diner in Crawford, we talked about our families writing, and triathlons. And some times we talked about the state of the nation and what needs to be done to set things right. But mostly talked about the things we’d be doing if we weren’t doing this.

Wooldridge’s perspective on immigration, detailed in his book Immigrations Unarmed Invasion,  mirrors much of the information revealed in Greg Palast’s Armed Madhouse, which provides documented details and revelations of serious behind-the-scenes machinations in the ongoing “class war”. When coupled with Palast’s information, Woolridge’s experiences, the data provided by www.NUMBERSUSA.com and the globalist agenda being implemented under the auspices of the Security and Prosperity Partnership ( www.SPP.gov ), which will completely eliminate our borders and our sovereignty by 2010,  it becomes apparent that the current immigration crisis is a manifestation of the implementation of globalization. (As are the toll roads being proliferated throughout the nation, the National Animal Identification System, voter fraud, usurpation of powers within the government, rabid privatization of public trusts, etc., etc.)

The 21st Century Paul Revere Ride is zig-zagging its way through the nation bringing their message to each State Capitol. The ride will culminate in D.C. on August 3rd. And Lou Dobbs carried a story with the most in-depth coverage of the “Trade Agreement” trap to date on June 27, 2006. Maybe it’s working?

A dozen motorcycle cops, 30 bicycle officers and six police cruisers with flashing blue and red lights–led the Paul Revere Riders through Los Angeles streets last weekend.  Each time we arrived at an intersection, motorcycle cops sped up to wave off traffic.  Our large banner “Stop Illegal Immigration: Ask US How” reported our message to the crowds.  It felt like being in a Clint Eastwood movie about protecting the president of the United States.

Along the route, Americans waved Old Glory while illegal aliens flipped us the finger as they cursed us and waved signs saying really nasty things about us and America.  We rode down the guts of a city that houses three million illegals mostly from Mexico.  Spanish dominates store fronts and English may as well be a foreign language in Los Angeles.  Sadly, Los Angeles is no longer an American city.  It’s lost 86 hospitals and ER wards in the past five years from tens of thousands of illegals not paying for health care, but allowed to force themselves on our medical systems by the Federal Government.  Our Congress won’t do its job to stop illegals from crossing our borders, but it forces us to pay for illegals’ medical and schooling of their children.  Our citizens flee drugs, gangs, failing schools, gridlock traffic and a growing, intense dislike for Americans from legal and illegal immigrants in the LA area and elsewhere.

We rode with Black activist Ted Hayes, Marvin Stuart, Ray Guerroro and other leaders working against the invasion devastating their black and American Hispanic neighborhoods.  At the City Hall steps, the long line of Harley Davidson motorcycles lined up in a show of American defiance.  Jim Gilchrist, founder of the Minutemen, talked along with a dozen others.  In the city where, weeks before, 500,000 illegal aliens marched to demand their rights for their illegality and against the rule of law, a total of 175 people attended the Saturday Paul Revere Rally.  I stood there with Ted, Marvin, Ray, Jim and others­and wondered what is it going to take to get Americans to stand up for their country?    New York Mike said, “There are two parties running this country - one is evil and the other is stupid.”    It’s possible that American apathy spawned this invasion.

We finished the rally and headed onto the freeway.  LA traffic, seven lanes full, defies one’s imagination. On Saturdays, it’s thicker than hair on a sheep dog and just as snarled.  We passed three accidents in the north bound lanes with 10 mile backups.   Toxic air fills the skies while traffic runs bumper to bumper on an endless merry go round of insanity.  Why anyone remains in that “new” Mexican city run by a Mexican mayor mystifies a sane man.  As more Americans leave, given enough time, no one will be left to keep up city services, infrastructure and other maintenance.  LA has become much like Mexico City with ghettoes, poor enclaves, schools utterly useless and a sense of futility.  With its “18th Street Gang” owning many sections, police don’t even try to maintain law.  So many illegals drive cars with no insurance and no licenses that crime has become normal.  Of course, the LA Times won’t address it, but Americans fleeing southern California betrays their ‘silent-assertion’.

In San Diego, a hundred patriotic Americans stood with signs, horns and colors as they supported the Paul Revere Riders.  Susie Hawkes and her supporters and their passion for America shined in their eyes.  Again, in the state where three million illegals created a $38 billion debt, failed educational nightmare for California children, and more drug crime than can be imagined­the apathy astounded us.  To those brave souls who attended the rally, we toast them.

A ride into 112 degree heat along the border brought us to outposts near Campos, California where Brit, J.J., Debbie, Barbara and dozens of Minutemen stand watch along the border with Mexico.  We inspected fences, smuggling routes and pickup locations.  While our Congress pretends and our president toasts Vicente Fox, real Americans stand guard over our nation’s borders to stop terrorists, drug smugglers and coyotes.  The whole thing made me sick to think that we citizens do the job that our president pretends to do.  Unfortunately, cities like LA become collateral damage as Vicente Fox continues his colonization of America.  While the Fox works his plan, the American citizenry henhouse sleeps or fiddles with remote controls.  Americans shop at Wal-Mart where 90 percent of merchandise arrives from China because Chinese do the jobs that Americans CAN’T do because our corporations outsourced those jobs.

We cranked the bikes through Dome Valley on our way to Phoenix.  Huge rock cathedrals rose out of the desert sand like castles from a Star Trek movie.  We rode past sand dunes rimmed by rock mountains frying in the heat.  A daunting desolation of sun burned hills and juniper trees garnished with cacti created a magnificent backdrop as we pressed our steeds eastward.  If Billy the Kid or Wyatt Earp popped up at the next stage stop, I wouldn’t be surprised.  We’re traveling through history.  This is where America’s heartbeat continues.  This is where Doc Holiday gunned down more people than he filled cavities.  Gamblers, bank robbers and Clint Eastwood created the West.  Every movie you’ve seen such as “The Good, Bad and Ugly” came to life where we’re riding.  Magnificent sunsets originated in the American West.  At sunset, thunderheads explode into the heavens in purple, gold, pink and strawberry.  This is America at her best.  It’s what inspired the songs we sing.  It’s why we love this land from sea to shining sea.   If Mexico thinks it’s going to take away our land, it better be prepared to fight to the death because we will not back down and we won’t give up.

At Stubb’s Harley Shop in Phoenix, Arizona, two candidates for governor of the state of Arizona spoke at their evening rally.  Don Goldwater stated, “When elected governor, I will place National Guard troops on Arizona’s borders to stop illegals from crossing our borders… I will take away all assistance to anyone not entitled to our social benefits… I’ll create tent city prisons to show illegals we mean business… if anyone hires an illegal alien, I’ll go after them on their withholding taxes… no more sanctuary policy.”  Later, Mike Harris stated, “Our citizens should not have to wait at our own ER wards for 14 hours… John Deere will invent a machine to pick lettuce… I’ll send National Guard troops to our border to stop this invasion.”

Bob Park, military veteran of several wars, and a dear friend of mine, said, “It’s the vet who gave us the right to vote, not the politician… our soldiers did not die for open borders.”

For two candidates campaigning for governor to stand up with those speeches shows me we still produce real men in America.  Arizona Governor Janet Napolitano vetoed seven bills aimed at stopping illegals from gaining welfare and social benefits.  She undermines average Arizona citizens, but forces them to pay for the consequences of 500,000 illegals operating in that state.  How would you like a governor you elected to promote illegal alien crime?  How would you like to be the car jacking capital of the world with 57,600 cars stolen in the Phoenix area annually?  How about every Arizona taxpayer paying $1,000.00  in hard earned money that subsidizes illegal aliens’ medical, free school lunches and schooling for illegals?   Napolitano is toast in the next election.

At the press conference, we spoke to three TV stations and a wildly enthusiastic crowd.  An AP press writer asked a lot of questions. We answered them with, “In post 9/11, America cannot afford to suffer three million illegal aliens crossing our borders annually without knowledge of their intentions, what kind of diseases they carry, their criminal background, their terrorist intentions and the fact that they stand on American soil illegally… we demand National Guard on the borders, a fence created to stop further invasion, prosecuting employers of illegals, stopping 380,000 anchor babies annually, no amnesty for 20 million illegals that degrades American citizenship, and last, we demand legal immigration be reduced to 100,000 annually.  We do not and will not tolerate 200 million people added to America by mid century.  Those immigrants need to improve their own countries with their own efforts.

Late in the afternoon, we throttled our bikes into the mountains of northern Arizona.  We rode from deadly heat to cool mountain air! Pine trees replaced cactus as we headed toward 6,000 feet.  Magnificent canyons invited us into their magical beauty. Riding a motorcycle through such splendid scenery soothes my heart, enlivens my spirit and gives me hope for tomorrow.  The torturous road carried us up toward the sky.  Why do bikers love the mountains? Why do their hearts pound as their Harley’s throb along our nation’s highways?   If you were on this ride, and I know you are, your heart pounds with excitement because this is your land, this is your country, this is America.  It doesn’t get any better than this!

We reached the “Land of Enchantment” in New Mexico.  Wow! What stupendous mountain vistas!  Tomorrow, we speak at the capital.  On a positive note, www.numbersusa.com membership climbs with each day we gain TV interviews.  Keep spreading the word to make NumbersUSA.com the biggest faxing and phone calling organization to bring the “Tipping Point” sooner.  We’ve got the Senate befuddled and we’ve empowered the House as the Immigration Reform Caucus now stands at 101 members. Demand your House rep become a member to stop this invasion and create sensible immigration policy­not further lawlessness.

Each day, as this Paul Revere Riding team settles into a campfire or where Tom Bodet says, “I”ll keep the light on for ya”, I can’t help think that a lone silversmith made such an impact on our country, and since he did, we are making an impact on our generation.  Thank you for following this ride because you too are a Paul Revere Rider and we are you and you are us.  Good night and God’s speed.

As a post note, I’m a bit disappointed in that I’ve seen tens of thousands of abandoned automobile carcasses spread across the land.  I’ve seen piles of cars, trash, open dumps and trash too much to count.  I’ve seen discarded tires filling gullies and refrigerators piled up in fields. I’ve seen abandoned trailers trashed in the woods.  I’ve seen millions of bottles, cans and plastic containers discarded along our nation’s highways.  I recommend personal responsibility.  I recommend incentives to recycle millions of old cars left to rot on farms, lots and everywhere you can imagine.  We need a 10 cent bottle return law like Michigan’s.  If those who are careless throw out the containers, kids pick them up for 10 cents a container.  We need to respect our land. When we took it from the Indians 150 years ago, it was in perfect condition. Today, it’s not only embarrassing what carnage we’ve done to this land, it’s shameful and irresponsible beyond measure.

Please keep up with our rallies on our website and join www.numbersusa.com . Be sure to send donations to: “21st Century Paul Revere Ride”  c/o Wooldridge, POB 207, Louisville, CO 80027.  Tell your friends about the rallies and bring all the bikers in your state.  Make sure your immigration groups bring crowds to the rallies.  The more people and bikes, the more impact.  Contact Howard, trail boss, through our website, if you have planned a rally for us in your state.

The web site offers our really cool T-shirt!

- Frosty

Fairly Typical Day:

Howard here (code name Trail Boss aka ‘Cat Herder’ [behind my back they call me the Ayatollah]):  I thought you might enjoy what we do on an ‘average’ day…..

The motel phone woke me up at 0700.  I had told the Riders that it was ‘wheels up’ at 0930 from the café where a reporter was going to interview us.  I let them choose how to start their morning, if at all possible.   I put on my uniform – cowboy boots, buckle, ‘STOP ILLEGAL IMMIGRATION ask me how’ T-Shirt and of course my cowboy hat.  The newspaper reporter from Pendleton, Oregon spent about 45 minutes with us, took our picture and I ordered wheels up in two. 

We drove up I-84 and crossed the Columbia River a short time later.  I spoke to a TV reporter in Pasco and arranged our meeting point.  Glenn who drives the pickup took the lead and led the Riders to an empty parking lot.  A few moments later the reporter and camera man showed up.  As they met the group, Glenn made sure they had the press kit and other materials.  The reporter conducted about 20 minutes worth of interview, then had us wait while they set up the exit shot.  I spent the whole time in the truck, working the phone and emails.  Reporters are almost always female and they get a charge that the female Revere Riders have the big Harleys and the guys ride Hondas.

After a brief gas stop and break, we headed for Yakima.  Two more TV reporters called and we set up an interview at 3:30 and 4:30.  In Yakima we did one interview at their station and the other in the parking lot of a shopping center.    We finished a bit early and had time to grab a cold one before meeting our host for dinner at the pizza place in a suburb called Selah.  At 5 we met Rich who not only bought us dinner, he led us on his Harley to a ‘send a brick’ meeting at a local motel.  We roared into the motel reception area.  The TV crew was already there and had us do it again while the camera rolled.  Frosty spoke to the assembled citizens for 10 minutes.  All of were ambassadors for immigration reform for about an hour and a half.

We left about 8 PM and arrived at Rich’s home 20 minutes later, another 12 hour day done.  The ladies got the beds and sofa in the house while the guys slept in various modes in the large garage.  Rich had a couple of cold ones in the frig which he shared with guests. 

Throughout the day I am the one saying break here, wheels up in 4,  we gotta go! as I work the phone and emails to coordinate the media and hospitality.  With my new wireless connector I type away all day, and as I send messages all over North America, it feels like we are closer to a Star Trek world.

We touched X thousands of people that day thru the mass media + many dozens who see the signs on the truck, cycles and t-shirts.  Every day we have people shake our hand, thank us for our courage and efforts & then wish us God speed on our journey.  It makes the long day a bit easier.  Each day has several enjoyable moments and precious little fun.  For various reasons they have had been in the saddle 23 of the first 24 days.  Their next day off is July 6 in Madison, WI.   Maybe that is why they call me The Ayatollah.

IDAHO, UTAH & WASHINGTON

As we stood on the steps of the State Capitol building in Salt Lake City, a Mexican bicyclist pedaled by our news conference yelling, “Viva la Raza!” One American in the crowd yelled back, “Viva los Estados Unidos!”

For anyone who doesn’t know what “la Raza” means, it states, “For the Hispanic race everything; for anyone outside the race, nothing.” Furthermore, “Reconquista de Aztlan” stands as a prime directive for millions of illegal Mexican migrants in the United States today. How many? As of this writing, over 9.2 million illegal Mexicans reside in America in 49 states. They enjoy 56 Mexican consulates aiding, abetting and assisting them to remain illegally in the USA. They send $20 billion annually back to their master President Vicente Fox. How can such an extreme racist organization operate in the United States without being taken to court, disbanded or hounded out of our country?

By our own Congress doing nothing whatsoever against this organization for decades, it grows by sheer numbers of illegals gaining access to our country. Congressman Chris Canon of Utah assists and supports them. He was celebrated by them last year for his work in helping them establish more illegal aliens in Utah. Canon illustrates how our own elected leaders in the House and Senate undermine the American people by outright support of illegal alien migration or ignoring it by doing nothing. Follow the money!

Two days before, at the magnificent capitol building of Montana in Helena, a great American named General Thomas Francis Meagher, a former governor of the “Big Sky Country” state said on March 17, 1866, “The true American knows, feels, and with enthusiasm, declares that all human emotions, of all human passions, there is not one more pure, more noble, more conducive to good and great and glorious deeds, than that which bears us back to the spot that was the cradle of our childhood, the playground of our boyhood, the theater of our manhood.” If he were in office today, Governor Meagher would not insult U.S. citizens by saying, “Illegal aliens do the jobs Americans won’t do.”

Men like Chris Cannon, John McCain, Teddy Kennedy, Joe Baca, Harry Reid and other misfit senators and congressman desecrate the foundation of our nation by their actions that betray our U.S. Constitution and the American people. They can’t stand next to a man like Governor Meagher of Montana.

We rolled hard along the path of Lewis and Clark after having been inspired by General and Governor Thomas Meagher. We twisted the throttles through winding curves that raced through deep mountain canyons. Passing cars honked and waved their approval at our traveling Burma Shave commercial. Every bike carried a sign: ”Stop Illegal Immigration: Ask Us How”; www.21stCenturyPaulRevereRide.us; “www.NumbersUSA.com”; “48 States”; “How Many People Are Enough?” “Seal the Borders.” As we headed into the twenty mile bumper to bumper traffic from Ogden to Salt Lake City, the “How Many People Are Enough?” poster drew the most applause and horn honking! Because of mass immigration supported by Representative Canon and Senator Orrin Hatch, Utah will add two to four million people by mid century. Isn’t that just ducky!

Utah presented snow-capped mountains to our left and the Great Salt Lake to the west. In front of me, Micha and Cindy’s Harley-Davidsons roared down the road with authority, power and a sense of what America means to all of us. It means women speak loudly and ride hard when they choose. They can dress up at the grand ball as well as speak their minds. It means we’re all in this epic struggle for our county. Every race, creed and color of American bears a stake in the outcome of this invasion.

By the way, let me profile the Paul Revere Riders. Rick Chiesa, 67, hails from La Trobe, Pennsylvania. He’s quick of wit, passionate about his grand kids, and speaks with great wisdom as to the consequences our nation faces if we allow ourselves continued invasion by illegals. Micha Hardy, 36, of Perryton, Texas, is a legal, naturalized U.S. citizen married to J.D. Hardy, four kids and loves riding her Harley Davidson. She’s funny, smart, dedicated and loves the roar of her bike and the open road. Cindy Roddenbury, 52, Beaufort, South Carolina, works as an ICU nurse with a steady hand, cool head and gives a highly articulate interview to TV and print reporters. She loves horses and Harley’s. She brings a great deal of wisdom concerning the health care crisis we face because of illegal aliens flooding our medical system with unpaid care. Don McKee, 67, Boulder, Colorado, a retired physics genius, brings new ideas and humor to every mile along the road. His Gold Wing purrs like a kitten and he smiles at the passing miles like a man in charge of the Star Ship Enterprise. Howard Wooldridge, 55, trail boss, drives the van and works the media. He’s ridden his horse across America coast to coast twice and has trucked in an 18-wheeler and motorcycled from sea to shining sea many times. Glen Colton, 49, Fort Collins, Colorado, drives and works the media while keeping the team watered, gassed and together. He’s a top environmentalist with his wife Trudy and 16 year old daughter back home. Yours truly, a former teacher, rides bicycles, motorcycles, drives 18-wheelers, travels the world, loves dancing, skiing and writing. All of us ride for our families, communities and America, We won’t back down and we won’t give up. We are American citizens.

Idaho stands for potatoes, mountains, rivers, country people, cows, horses and fresh air. We spent the night at Zeb and Deanne Bell’s ranch in Murtaugh, Idaho. Good folks in that beautiful state.

In Boise, folks turned out at the capitol building with signs and T-shirts supporting the Paul Revere Team members. We gave interviews to print, radio and TV media. I wandered across the street to a statue of Frank Steunemberg, Governor of Idaho from 1897 to 1900. A plaque read, ”When in 1899 organized lawlessness challenged the power of Idaho, he upheld the dignity of the state, enforced its authority and restored law and order within its boundaries for which he was assassinated in 1905…rugged in body, resolute in mind, massive in strength of his convictions, he was of granite hewn. In memory of his courageous devotion to public duty, the people of Idaho salute him.”

Such statues and words cannot be written for our current president and a majority of our Congress as they betray our Constitution, country and future generations. The recent passage of Senate Bill 2611 illustrates the power of this president to undermine the American people as well as the power and idiocy of 62 senators to betray 90 percent of the American public’s call for stopping illegal aliens, sealing our borders and prosecuting employers of illegal aliens. No amnesty you numbskulls! This travesty mirrors the 1986 amnesty, but impacts Americans with an added 20 million illegals that will now be granted citizenship as well as bring in millions of their wives, children and relatives. Americans suffer displacement from their own country.

We powered our bikes out of Boise toward Washington State. Huge snow-capped mountains circled the horizon before us. The bikes ran hard and true into a golden sunset that sprayed colors across deep valleys and verdant plains. Rivers sparkled alongside the highway as we roared into apple, cherry and berry country. We slowly wound our way up Chinook Pass through pines that swept down from aspirin-white summits. Rushing waterfalls sparkled under 20 foot deep snowdrifts along the highway. We inhaled fresh mountain air with a sense of wonder, awe and gratitude for our surroundings.

In Yakima, we stopped at citizen meeting with angry, concerned and motivated folks ready to fight for their state. Claude Oliver, a local congressional candidate, spoke to unseat the do-nothing House member called “Doc” in D.C. whom has done little to stop illegals during his tenure in Congress. We spoke and assured them that such groups grow in numbers and energy across the nation. “We the people” grow in our passions and engagement daily. The worse this invasion, the faster we stand to counter it.

A long ride to Seattle brought us into gridlock traffic. Everyone loved our moving Burma Shave commercial. Thus far, 15 TV show interviews, 18 newspapers and 12 radio shows have created a lot of discussion. We passed out our “Action letters” to citizens and press kits to media people. We’ve reached millions on Fox News, local ABC, NBC and CBS stations. We expect to add 1,000,000 Americans to www.numbersusa.com as active fixers and phone callers. We expect millions more to make phone calls and hound U.S. Senators who have betrayed our Constitution and the American people. Thank you for your donations at: Checks to “21st Century Paul Revere Ride” c/o Frosty Wooldridge, POB 207, Louisville, CO 80027. Thank you for buying our fantastic T-shirts that support the ride at www.21stcenturypaulrevereride.us We need another driver to help out Howard in 12 days in Albuquerque, New Mexico. Please call 817 975 1110 if you have time to ride with us. It’ll be the time of your life as you meet Americans across our nation. If you are a woman biker, we’d love to add you to the team. We invite all bikers to check the web site and organize hundreds if not thousands of bikes to ride with us for an hour, day or week. Call Howard at 817 975 1110 to coordinate into the ride, especially in the capitol cities.

As I ride down the road watching gorgeous scenery across America, I am encouraged by citizens saluting us, thanking us and riding with us. Young and old stand with us as their children wave to us. I can’t help thinking that Paul Revere would salute us from the saddle of his horse if he were here today. He stood tall and rode hard. His legacy inspires me daily. I slip my bike into gear, rev the engine and let out the clutch. I surge forward with urgency, purpose and passion. Revere didn’t let his country down in 1775 and neither will the 21st Century Paul Revere Riders. Good night and God’s speed.

A thunderous crowd received the Paul Revere Riders on the capitol steps in Salem, Oregon.  Supporters stood with hundreds of signs declaring their anger against the invasion reaching into the guts of that once pristine state.  Their police suffer a continual onslaught of drunken illegal alien drivers; prisons overflow with convicted felons while drugs and gangs wreak havoc in their cities.  Oregon’s schools struggle with multiple languages and racial intimidation by arrogant illegal aliens in the classrooms. Even with English as a second language classes, the illegals profess no intention to assimilate into America’s mainstream.  They continue growing in separation, fracturing and balkanization.  Yet their senators voted for Senate Bill 2611 which grants amnesty and citizenship to 20 million illegals. It raises legal immigration to catastrophic levels that will import 100 million people into our country from foreign lands within 20 years.  It further degrades citizenship to the status of criminals who knowingly broke our laws to enter the United States.  Again, it shows disrespect for our Constitution and a total disconnect of the 62 U.S. senators who voted in favor of lawlessness.

We cranked the throttles out of Salem into Oregon’s primordial, green forests.  We curled the bikes through verdant valleys with awesome rivers and quaint houses settled into the backwoods. Where clear-cut timber harvests had denuded the land, we witnessed six foot high new growth from new pines planted to grow a new crop of trees. On the coast, we raced along the eternal Pacific Ocean.  We crossed over the rivers where Lewis and Clark first made their way across this great land in 1803 with the Corps of Discovery.

Down Highway 1, we rode our bikes along a magnificent coastline with more curves than a can of angleworms.  In the ocean, castle-sized rocks soared skyward with thousands of birds perched on their craggy cliffs.  Seagulls sailed along the updrafts while waves rushed the sandy-white beaches.

“Welcome to California” the sign read.  Cindy and Micha raised their hands high as they roared along the road on their Harley’s.  Years ago, “California Dreamin’” expressed what California meant to its newcomers:  ‘gold in them thar hills’, hope, opportunity and personal betterment.  As we cruised along magnificent vistas, my heart soared along that windswept coast. I bicycled and motorcycled along its beauty a dozen times in the past.  It’s still as wondrous as ever.

That is, until we hit San Francisco! From the city where Tony Bennett sang, “I left my heart…” south to Los Angles, California morphs into a nightmare.  It’s like riding from bliss into an ugly storm.  One gas station attendant, an immigrant from India, didn’t like our signs that read, “Stop Illegal Immigration”.  He called us “White trash.”  I  just about fell out of my seat being called names by an immigrant.  More illegals cursed us and flipped us the bird.  More Americans cheered us along the gridlocked highways.  On the chase van, in big letters, it reads, “HOW MANY PEOPLE ARE ENOUGH?”  That sign became more appropriate as we sat in gridlock.  We crossed over the Golden Gate Bridge with fog rolling in off the Pacific.  In the distance, Alcatraz loomed dark against the gathering nightlights of the city by the bay.

Staying at Charles and Tammy’s apartment that night on the south side of the city, I asked their 10 year old boy Brandon how was school?  He said, “I’m home schooled.”  “Why don’t you attend school?” I asked.  “It’s too dangerous…they beat me up, steal everything and I could get stabbed at school…no one speaks English.

We got an earful of what has happened to San Francisco.  It is no longer an American city, but a hodgepodge of legal and illegal immigrants that do not speak English nor do they participate in what it means to be an American citizen.  They stand on the fringe of America, not citizens, not invested, not one of us—like a cancer cell that feeds off the host, but does not contribute.  They encompass a growing armada of over three million illegal aliens in California that has bankrupted 86 hospitals in five years and turned schools into gang and battle grounds.  American students don’t stand a chance.  It costs Californians $10.2 billion in services to illegals while taxpayers stagger under at $38 billion state debt.

To make matters worse, California, driven by legal and illegal immigration, grows by 1,500 to 2,000 people daily.  It adds 500 cars to its choked highways every 24 hours with no end in sight.  Housing and development destroy hundreds of thousands of farmland acres annually.  Water will be the defining crisis for California’s future. On a sobering note, California’s growth adds 20 million people by 2035.  Jay Leno makes lots of jokes about it, but when the last joke is told, no one will be laughing.

We headed east toward Carson City, Nevada for a rally and news conference.  With all the press releases, calls and faxes that we send out to the media, only 50 people showed up for the rally.  One quiet reporter took a few notes, but that was it.  It astounds me that over 500,000 illegal aliens marched in L.A. a month ago supporting illegality, only 50 Americans showed up to support our rights as citizens.  When 50,000 illegals marched in Denver, only 10 of us stood on the corner protesting their illegality.  Should America fall into the same consequences as Paris, France with their immigrant riots last December, it will attest to American apathy of the cancer that grows by 10,000 illegals daily according to Time Magazine, September 20, 2004, “Who Left the Door Open?”

In the early morning light on Memorial Day, on the eastern side of the Rocky Mountains in Denver, Colorado, Congressman Tom Tancredo, dressed in full leathers beside his Harley Davidson, stood before an armada of motorcycle riders ready to kick off the 21st Century Paul Revere Ride. He attended the rally as the featured speaker along with Denver’s top radio talk show host, Peter Boyles of 630 AM KHOW. Both men had witnessed the invasion of America’s borders on the Arizona border with Mexico.

Tancredo said, “What kind of America our kids inherit depends on what we do today…we cannot afford the massive invasion of an endless line of immigrants illegally crossing our borders…and so, it’s time Americans stand up for their country…I support the Paul Revere Riders on their historic ride through 48 states to warn and educate the American people of the consequences our children face if we fail to secure our borders and regain reasoned immigration.”

The Paul Revere Riders walked up to the podium. They represented the United States of America. Cindy Roddenbury from South Carolina rides a Harley. Rick Chiesa from Pennsylvania rides a Honda Gold Wing, Micha Hardy rides a Harley-Davidson, Don McKee of Florida rides a Gold Wing and Frosty Wooldridge rides a Honda 1100 Shadow.

With Channel 7, 9 and WB 2 News cameras running, a long line of bikes followed the intrepid Paul Revere Riders onto the main highway where they rounded the first capitol of 48 to be circled on their epic journey across America. Before them, 17,000 miles, millions of people, hundreds of print, TV and radio interviews await them.

The riders expect to reach over 100 million people and create a counter critical mass of Americans who will not tolerate Senate Bill 2611 that gives amnesty to over 20 million illegal aliens and opens up double the legal immigration numbers to 2,000,000 annually and offers enough chain migration to bring over 100 million people into the USA from foreign countries in a few short decades. In other words, immigrants would displace Americans out of our own country. It’s as if our U.S. senators had lost their minds-and they did!

For the next 10 weeks, yours truly, one of the Paul Revere Riders will bring America’s landscape and people to you each Thursday. You’re going to touch, smell, see and hear about America-from Americans. You’re going to feel the wind in your face while you hear the pain in your fellow Americans’ hearts over the illegal alien invasion of the United States.

Watch for us and join us as we ride across America from sea to shining sea. If you’re driving an18 wheeler, give a friendly honk as you pass by us. If you’re on a motorcycle, ride with us for an hour, day or week. Watch for our progress on our website as we power our bikes along America’s highways. We’re on a mission much like Paul Revere’s ride to warn the colonists that the “Redcoats are coming” in 1775. Not only are we warning America that illegal aliens are coming, but they are growing dangerously in numbers into the millions and millions. Along the way, every American we meet will be given “Action letters” and websites where they can take action to stop the invasion. Remember, Thomas Jefferson wrote, “We the people….” Because we cannot count on our president or Congress, we must take the reigns into our sacred responsibility.

We headed north along I-25 until we reached a second rally in Fort Collins. A few weeks before, thousands of Mexican illegal aliens marched in their streets demanding their rights. That’s like bank robbers standing around in a bank for several weeks after their robbery and then, demanding their rights to open up savings accounts with the money they stole. If they could hang around the bank long enough, they figure they can enjoy an amnesty from their crime. At the rally, we told them that the U.S. Constitution doesn’t work that way. Once you break the law, you go to jail. Once you break into our country, you suffer deportation.

One little old lady promoting Defend Colorado Now’s statewide initiative to stop illegals from grabbing services they have no rights to enjoy, said, “Build a wall and deport them all, build a wall and deport them all…let them work for a better life in their own country…I’m sick and tired of paying for their babies with my hard earned money…no to Senator Salazar for serving illegal aliens instead of Colorado citizens.”

We headed north along the great Rocky Mountains with snow-capped peaks west of us. In Cheyenne, we passed colorful four foot tall cowboy boots in the town square signifying that great ranch and horsemen state. At the capitol building, a counter protest group drove a pickup with the American flag flying from the back, but alongside it, a Mexican flag flew with it. That made our blood boil because every soldier from Valley Forge to Vietnam to Iraq did not die for open borders and allowance for illegal invaders that choose anarchy to ent

A Mexican named Marcus Sanchez, who became a legal U.S. citizen, protested the Paul Revere Ride by showing Old Glory alongside his Mexican flag. Sanchez said, “We are what America is becoming and we are America’s future.”

“Not if we can stop it,” I said. “It’s amazing that he was pretending to be an American while he supported lawlessness and anarchy of fellow Mexicans entering illegally into our country. We don’t want to become like Mexico which is a corrupt, failed government, and society with people fleeing their homeland. If they want a better life, they need to stay in their own country and clean up their own house. We don’t need millions of Mexico’s poor to become our new poverty class. We have enough of our own problems in America without multiplying them by massive, unending immigration.”

Next day, we rode north into rolling, treeless hills as pretty as a golf course spread across magnificent Wyoming. We passed through Jackalope which showed a jackrabbit with antlers sticking out of his ears. We throttled through Chugwater, population 244, elevation 5,288. Folks stepped up with friendly smiles, handshakes and “Thank you” everywhere we stopped. They waved and honked as they passed us along the highway. We couldn’t help feeling that America is a family that speaks the same language, which is English, loves the same culture, and cares about the future of our children. One lady saw our T-shirts that read, “Stop Illegal Immigration: Ask Me How”. On the back is the Paul Revere Ride logo. She said, “I like you folks already.”

Wispy horse-tail clouds danced in the blue sky above us while darker clouds created vapor columns in the mountains. Farther north on the horizon, rain threatened, but remained in the mountains off to our side. We raced through green valleys framed by crystal rivers–with fly fisherman elegantly flipping their flies into the curling waters swirling around them. The scene reminded me of a profound movie “A River Runs Through It”.

Miles down the road, we headed into Big Sky Montana on our way toward Billings. Instead of the Rocky Mountains standing off to our left, we entered them. Rugged snow-capped peaks swallowed us into their mysterious beauty. We entered the land of the famous mountain man Jim Bridger. Our eyes saw what he saw. The Grand Tetons and Yellowstone remained after Lewis and Clark passed this way 200 years ago. I felt their spirits seep into my being. They rode horses, paddled canoes and built America with the sweat of their brows.

At the end of a glorious day, I roared down the highway wondering what Paul Revere might have been thinking during his famous ride. Was he afraid for his country that had not yet been born? Did he carry passionate resolve to warn the colonists of the advancing British? Did he feel despair? Was he tired? What if he had given up? No, he spurred his horse toward destiny by warning his fellow Americans. He rode into that black night with a mission that birthed a nation. He was also the leader of the Boston Tea Party. He galloped as a man of action.

Today, the United States stands a critical crossroads-as deadly and dangerous as the Civil War. Our country is being divided and destroyed by illegal alien migrants and by the people we elected into office. Our own president washes into incompetence and deadly, indolent mediocrity.

As Paul Revere rode with bravery, the 21st Century Paul Revere Riders throttle their iron steeds from sea to shining sea. We’re inspired by his true grit, integrity and heart. He embodied America. We won’t let his ride be in vain. We warn Americans so they can become armed with knowledge, tools to change history and become empowered. Good night and God’s speed!

We’re talking to truckers, RV drivers, bikers and just plain folks across the nation. We’re giving everyone we meet an action sheet showing them ‘how’ to take action. We intend to bring 1,000,000 Americans to www.NumbersUSA.com to become the most effective armada of faxers and phone callers in history. NumbersUSA.com is the easiest, fastest way to make impact on your senators and House members. We demand HR 4437 be passed and we refuse to be scammed by Senate Bill 2611 that would avalanche America into a nightmare of sheer numbers of people who came to America illegally and do not respect our laws, language or society.

Please check our website for our routes and dates at your state capitol. We’ve already been on Fox News, WB 2 News, NBC, three radio stations and five newspapers. We expect to create ‘counter critical mass’ of Americans who will not let our country die of this immigration invasion. Please donate to keep our bikes running by checking the website. If you would like one of these great T-shirts, check it out and wear it proudly. As you read this dispatch, we’re headed into Idaho to warn the residents that the illegal aliens are coming and they will be stopped.

Frosty

[Note: also check the events section of the blog for additional rally information.]