“Them illegals take every job in this here town,” an African-American man yelled to me after he saw the sign on the back of my bike. “After Katrina hit, we got flooded with Mexicans. Why is our president siding with them but won’t help us with jobs and housing?”

Another black man at an Auto-Zone shop in Jackson, Mississippi said, “The reason many of us won’t speak up comes from long term discrimination against us by our own government…why is it that Indian immigrants get hundreds of thousands of dollars for loans to buy motels and other businesses, but we can’t get a single loan for anything?”

I couldn’t answer their questions, but I witnessed their complaints. Immigrants from India enjoy millions of taxpayer dollars and have taken over most motels around America. Why did our government not loan American black and Hispanics money to buy and run motels across this country? Why special treatment for Indians, especially in the motel business? Why discrimination against our own citizens in favor of immigrants from a continent 12,000 miles away? Why flood ourselves with immigrants when we don’t assist of our own citizens? More important, why don’t our citizens come first?

What I’m seeing on this motorcycle journey across America is a complete disregard for our citizens in favor of millions of immigrants flooding into the USA and millions of illegal aliens. Somebody in high places floods us with people we don’t need, don’t want, and don’t have the room or resources for. We’ve being flooded with people from a bankrupt immigration law created by Teddy Kennedy in 1965 that added 106 million people in 40 years. Even more sobering, USA Today reported last week, that we shall add another 100 million by 2040. Pray tell, give one reason or advantage to adding 100 million people to the United States in 34 years?

That number grows even as we face rolling blackouts in California this past week because of the unrelenting heat causing millions to use their air conditioners, rolling blackouts in Denver last winter because there wasn’t enough fuel to create energy, and drought in Georgia, Arizona, Colorado and Alabama. Did you see on TV this week that fertilizers have caused a 6,000 square mile dead zone in the Gulf of Mexico? Nothing can live in that area because no oxygen can survive the algae blooms. Can you imagine growing consequences in polluted air that creates more acid rain and numerous other consequences affecting us as our population explodes? Who and why are our leaders flooding us with more and more people when we have millions of poor already here?

Many blacks in Mississippi and all over America struggle with poverty as a way of life. An unacceptably huge number of the black population in America lives in slums, ghettoes and hopelessness. Why won’t our leaders build our poorest citizens’ lives with opportunity instead of spending $300 to build a country like Iraq?

We met a lot of great bikers at the Jackson, Mississippi capitol. We gave our presentation with the media filming everything.

Later, we biked along swamps, pastures and moss-covered trees. Hot and humid defined our journey through the Deep South. Folks gave friendly smiles and waves.

In Alabama, more bikers joined us at the capitol in Montgomery. Again, we gave a top flight rally with much attention from the media. But again, as in weeks past, few Americans showed up. However, one black lady said, “The things that have divided us in the past must be left behind…this dreadful illegal situation is killing black America.”

As I cranked the throttle toward Tallahassee, Florida, I could not help lamenting the loss of regional flavors across America that I enjoyed as a young man. Mom and pop diners once reigned in America, with home style cooking second to none. Each restaurant presented travelers with character, personality and friendliness. Today, every city looks the same with a line of Pizza Huts, MacDonald’s, Burger King, Arby’s and Subways. Never have Americans eaten so poorly–such bland, loaded with chemicals and fat, completely meaningless food as they consume at those establishments. As we’ve traveled throughout America the results of eating empty fast food exhibits itself in the most obese nation on our planet.

Cookie cutter homes dominate America today, but in the South, you can still see elegant architecture. Old men in pickup trucks wave a hand from behind the steering wheel. You enjoy grandfathers rocking on front porches while their hunting dogs sleep in the shade away from a hot sun.

Thank you Abate Motorcycle club in Tallahassee for making our rally successful as you waved down traffic, held signs, handed out flyers to motorists and spoke to the media. Additionally, if “Mag a 69 year old grandmother riding a Road King Harley-Davidson wants to catch up with the Paul Revere Riders and ride with us, we would be honored. I’ve never seen more spunk in a grandmother in my life! She rode with us and stood out in traffic to gain maximum attention for our cause. “I ain’t givin’ up my country so easy,” she said.

In no time, we headed north toward Atlanta, Georgia. Flat land with tall pines evolved into rolling hills covered in more trees. Atlanta traffic resembles millions of cars driving through wet cement. It’s so packed, it’s a living nightmare. We met D.A. King at the capitol. On a headstone of one of their great leaders it read, “Democratic institutions exist by reason of their virtue. If they ever perish it will happen when citizens have forgotten the past, show indifference to the present and are utterly reckless to the future.”

Within an hour, four TV crews recorded interviews of our Paul Revere Team. The media crews outnumbered the number of supporters. Thank you Nelson and Ferrell, the two motorcyclists who rode up and helped us show signs to cars passing by our rally. Thank you Kirk and several other men who stood with us. Later, we sped into worsening traffic on our way to South Carolina.

Who invented the traffic nightmare in Atlanta? Or any big city? Why? What benefit is gridlock traffic? Who thinks it’s a great idea to grow Atlanta by another couple million people? Will another million people make the gridlock traffic vanish? What are the country’s planners thinking as they add 20 million people to southern California within 30 years? How about 12 million people added to Texas by 2025? How about another three million added to the drought state of Colorado? Doesn’t anyone understand the consequences already being experienced by China and India? Does any single leader in the White House or Congress have a clue?

At the same time, as I drive my motorcycle across our country, I’m struck dumb at the apathy, docility and outright non-interest exhibited by the majority of Americans. Over 80 percent of Americans want this illegal alien invasion stopped, but few speak up as if it will go away by itself. As long as they are not directly affected, they won’t budge off their couch. As long as California suffers its own brand of Mexican misery, no problem! So what if 25 Americans suffer death at the hands of illegal aliens every day of the year, as long as it doesn’t happen to your loved ones. In fact, I noted that 25 deaths to the Mike Rosen Show in Colorado on Monday. He scoffed at that death number saying that it was insignificant because our population stands at 300 million. Rosen scoffed at 9,100 Americans dead every year from illegal alien drunken drivers at 13 deaths and 12 outright killings­every day! He sickened me with his callous disregard for our citizens’ lives.

Fellow Americans, that’s more deaths per year to American citizens in our “peaceful societyg than to our soldiers in the Iraq/Afghanistan war zone! However, it’s not enough to ruffle the feathers of Mike Rosen or President Bush. You think I’m kidding? You may call Iowa Congressman Steve King for verification of those daily deaths.

While I rolled toward Columbia, South Carolina, these and other sobering realities weighed on my mind. Thousands of emails arrive monthly. They show me that millions know the great danger this country faces. “Dear Frosty, I have been following your emails about the Paul Revere Ride, but tonight, reading your #7 reduced me to uncontrollable tears. First, I want to apologize to you for what you encountered in my state of Wisconsin!

I am horrified at what happened and sickened–I am sickened by our President, our “leaders” and the American people. I cannot believe that our government leaders, the ones who promise to uphold our Constitution and our laws, are selling us out. I have been a supporter of Numbersusa.com for a while, I have faxed and phoned. I have been so enlightened by all the News Alert articles. I am dumbfounded at all that is going on–and rarely, if ever, is it in the press. I grieve and weep as you do for this country and our people. The apathy of the American people is pathetic–it will soon be too late to reverse what is happening. I am thankful for what you are trying to do, but how your heart must be breaking. I just read tonight how President Bush is now selling off our highways to foreign countries, how the Senate has voted not to fund fences for our borders–why can our “leaders” get away with this? Why is the press, why are so many American people so stupid?

This is treason by our leaders–they should all be impeached! I am overwhelmed with disbelief that all of what is happening, all the illegal immigration and everything else can go on in spite of what many American people want. Why don’t our congressmen and senators listen to us? That is what our government is all about. They are ruining my beautiful America. Thank you for all you are doing to bring this before the American people…I can only hope something will wake us up before it is too late, for it will soon be too late for this whole world. Carry on-continue to try and get this message out to America. Thank you, Margaret R.

Thank you Margaret and everyone who writes. At the same time, our numbers grow daily. More people take action in every state. Take heart as D.A. King leads Georgia into the national spotlight with the most prohibitive anti-illegal alien bill which many states will adopt. Mayor Barletta in Hazelton, PA inspires more mayors in other states to go after the business licenses of those who hire illegals and fines to landlords who provide housing. Thank you Fred Elbel, Jan Herron, Terry Graham, Stan Weeks, Glen Colton, Perry Lorenz and Mike McGarry in Colorado for going after illegals and making huge impact. Remember Americans’ collective efforts have pretty much killed S.B. 2611.

Yes, we struggle against our own U.S. Senate bought off by corporations and the U.S. Chamber of Commerce. We struggle against CEOs and companies that hire illegals while we subsidize their kids’ education and medical services. Yes, we struggle against a thrust by those who want to flood our country with 200 million more people. To that I say, the worse this national nightmare becomes, the better and more powerful we grow. The more people affected, the more speak up.

The fact is, we can’t sustain another 100 or 200 million people. We can’t maintain this mad rush of economic growth at the expense of our environment, our quality of life and standard of living.

The Paul Revere Team surrounded the Columbia, South Carolina capitol in the early morning on Wednesday. We spoke to TV and newspaper reporters.

We’re back in the saddle. The road ahead widens as we ride out of the city and into the beautiful hills of South Carolina. We touted joining www.numbersusa.com to all audiences.

After 32 states and 14,000 miles, I’m astounded at the beauty God gave us with this amazing country. We enjoy blessings found nowhere else on earth. It behooves all of us to involve ourselves in our country’s future. Thomas Jefferson said, “Dissent is the greatest form of patriotism.g Thomas Paine wrote, “All men must involve themselves in the affairs of their government or lose that which they take for granted.” Mark Twain said, “When the legislature is in session no man’s life or possessions are safe from plunder.”

Stand up for your country with relentless enthusiasm. Make each day a fresh focus. Speak up for the future of your children. Remain steadfast in your noble purpose. If not us, then who? If not now, then when? Good night and God’s speed.

Howard here:  several states ago a woman walked up and asked me HOW to stop illegal immigration.  I replied that we need a good fence and to punish employers, as I have several hundred times in the past 9 weeks.  After another minute of conversation she said, “You are engaged in a noble cause.”  I reflected for a moment and then I agreed with her.  She took a NumbersUSA card, promised to join and we parted.  

After riding and enduring over 12,000 grueling miles along the Revere Trail, Don McKee was forced by poor health and oppressive heat and humidity to return to Colorado.   Don has cancer and took a final dose of chemo before joining this mission.  8 weeks and lots of smiles later, he now is focusing on Colorado to continue the  effort to stop illegal immigration.  His statesman-like conduct was an invaluable asset at each State Capitol.  He was equally wonderful as an ambassador at the rallies.  His courage to even start such a journey was an inspiration.  Don is missed by the Revere Riders.  

You ever see a city die?  Miles down the road toward Indianapolis, Indiana; I couldn’t tear my mind from what I saw in Detroit, Michigan.  In the morning, we had biked into the heart of the Motor City, where today, no one produces cars. The last automobile plant in Detroit closed many years ago.  Henry Ford’s city dies by the hands of the men in Washington, DC.  Michigan loses 1,000 manufacturing jobs weekly from out-sourcing, in-sourcing and off-shoring.  While Michigan’s license plate says, “Motor Capitol of the World”, its current reality resembles a leper colony of former auto workers.

Not only that, Middle Eastern legal immigrants numbering hundreds of thousands build mosques with Saudi money as they colonize the city into a replica of their nations in the sands of Arabia.  They bow and scrape to Mecca with horns sounding over parts of the city five times a day.  If you’re there, you’ll see Muslims kneeling all over the place. They’re creating a country within our country.  It is weird seeing turbans, body covering shawls and foreigners pretending to be Americans.   They do not assimilate as they dominate sectors of our nation like Detroit, Los Angeles, Chicago, Miami and Houston.  While industry flees Michigan, immigrants cascade into the state. This year, Ford and General Motors announced 60,000 layoffs in the next two years.  Bush thinks out-sourcing benefits America. God help me where he came up with that idea.

Let me guess!  He’s never worked a middle class job in his life which means he has no idea what he’s doing to average citizens.

What are the results?  As we biked along Telegraph Road and Grand River, we traveled along a lot of pavement including Five Mile Road.  We traveled where big signs announced warehouses: “For Sale or Lease 100,000 square feet” mile after mile.  Michigan’s manufacturing base vanishes as quickly as autumn leaves in October.  However, they don’t return in spring.

Out-sourcing, in-sourcing, off-shoring flat-out kills America’s manufacturing base.  We suffer $700 billion annual trade deficit.  We borrow $2 billion daily from foreign investors to float our debt.  We pay $400 million daily to pay interest on our $8 trillion national debt.  While Bush and Congress write more H-1B, H-2B, L-1 and other visas to flood our work force with foreigners, they don’t take into account the millions of American families tragically affected.  Why?  Easy!  It’s not politicians’   jobs being given away and not their paychecks vanishing.  I think we need to vote them out of office so they can compete with the illegal aliens who do the jobs Americans won’t do.

We cruised into the capitol building in Indianapolis where Natisha of I-Fire gave us a great reception.  We gave our speeches, interviews to the press and rolled out of town like the Indy 500.  However, as we departed the race car city, we saw many used car lots and other Mexican establishments flying their Mexican flags.  No American flags! Just Mexican!  Nothing irks me worse than my fellow Americans standing around picking their noses and scratching their butts while people from other countries, illegally in our country, parade their illegality and their flags right in front our noses­AND SAY NOTHING and DO NOTHING.  No wonder we’re losing our country piece meal.  This apathy of my fellow citizens in every city across our nation makes me sick to my stomach.

As we throttled into the wind, Hoosier country and people couldn’t be friendlier.  They greeted us along the highway with enthusiasm, thumbs up and cheers from most cars that passed us.

What’s it like on this 48 state ride across America?  I share with you that my fellow riders show a great deal of grit and determination. They ride long hours in hot weather as high as 112 degrees.  They have endured rain, storms, snow and hail. They’ve been cheered, thanked and appreciated.  They’ve also been cursed, spit at and screamed at.  They stand resolute in their mission.

Don, a 68 year old grandfather, understands his grandkids’ dilemma if we allow this country to become a bilingual, low wage and fractured country.  As a physicist, he understands the dynamics of carrying capacity which is overwhelmed by overpopulation pressures.  He’d like to change our immigration course to a more reasonable 100,000 per year which would allow a sustainable future for all future Americans.  Don said, “We can’t keep adding people from a line that grows by 80 million annually…we can’t save them all, but we can destroy our country.”

Cindy, riding that big Harley, presents audiences with sobering aspects of illegal aliens’ impact on our hospitals. As an ICU nurse, she tells folks she treated a 20 year old illegal in her care who suffered from AIDS and tuberculosis.  She tells folks that no one is safe from the unending onslaught of illegals rupturing our health care systems across our country.  She’s been steady and true on this ride. Never complains and rides hard!  I ride behind her.

Micha, riding another Harley, speaks to crowds about her honoring this country as a new immigrant. She took six years to learn our language, culture and geography.  She’s the mother of four children and a small business owner. She works hard, plays hard and loves motorcycles.  She’s got spirit and great passion for America.  She and her husband support this ride with their family and friends.

Rick, at 68, enjoys ten grandkids and wants to give them a future.  He knows how much of a crisis this nation faces with this immigration invasion.  It’s not a funny prospect that faces his grandchildren.  Rick’s humor keeps all of us laughing. His closing speech at the rallies inspires me each time.  Rick leads our group most days.  It’s comforting knowing he’s up ahead.  He and all these riders stay safe and protect one another.  I’m honored to ride with them.  We take care of each other.

Howard, my brother, my best friend and our trail boss, keeps us on time and moving down the road.  He faxes, calls, emails press releases and alerts the media.  He speaks in front of the cameras and gives radio interviews going down the road.  He keeps us informed and when he wants us moving, he says, “Wheels up in 10 minutes.”  I’m proud of him as he’s ridden his horse across America coast to coast and wrote a book about it: “Misty’s Long Ride: Across America on Horseback.”  He’s a man of true grit.  I’m honored to be Howard’s brother on this long ride across America on iron horses.

We cruised beside crop fields from the northern end of Indiana to the southern tip.  It’s the state where French Lick produced Larry Bird and the movie “Hoosiers”.  Along with racing cars and basketball, Indiana’s richness lies in its farmland. That’s what puts food on the table.

Soon, we crossed into the rolling Kentucky hills.  Beautiful horse ranches and farms stretched through verdant valleys.  We reached Frankfort, Kentucky for a rally on the capitol steps.  We met a lot of fine people.  Brett and Vicki, along with Jeff, Allen and Curtis accompanied us to their house where we sat down for a fine meal.  Later, Jeff and Curtis brought out their guitars and we sang and played into the night.  The next day, they led us to Jeff’s ranch where he kept horses and motorcycles. We rolled through the Kentucky hills until we reached Maker’s Mark which is a bourbon distillery in business since 1805.  Thank you Brett, Vicki, Allen, Curtis and Jeff for some of the best times on the ride.

In Nashville, Tennessee, Rolling Thunder 1 met us for the best motorcycle cavalcade into their capitol that we have encountered. Thank you to Sid, Bob, Gabby and Theresa for your excellent organization.  They blocked off intersections as a line of bikes vanished in my rear views mirrors.  We enjoyed a great rally.  Nothing beats Rolling Thunder!

I admit that I’ve loved Elvis Presley’s music all my life. I danced to his tunes with a lot of pretty women over the years, too!  It saddened me in 1977 when he died.  In Memphis, Tennessee, I stopped at Graceland to see his final resting place.  Along with Billy the Kid, Elvis lived more life in his 42 years than most live in 75.  The tour of his mansion and awards is well worth four hours of your time.

We rode hard in 102 degrees heat toward Little Rock, Arkansas.  The rally did not live up to our expectations. It astounds me that 10,000 illegal aliens marched in Chicago this week demanding they not be deported because they possess “immigrant rights” but our Paul Revere Riders couldn’t muster 10 people for a rally to stop illegals from entering our country let alone one single news source to report our efforts.  And, that’s after all media outlets had been faxed, phone and emailed press releases of our stand at the capitol.  It’s as if this nation’s media, governors, Congress and president methodically dismantle our nation by design.  Worse, the American people stand by watching it happen.

Heading into Louisiana, we witnessed depressing poverty in city after city along rural highways.  You have to see people walking around piles of trash while doing nothing about it.  Entire families live in shacks.  Why do people live in such abject poverty inside the most prosperous nation on earth?   Why would they walk around the trash instead of picking it up to make their neighborhoods look nicer?  Answer: lack of personal pride or hope.

As I rode down the highway, I wondered why we’re building Iraq’s society at $300 billion while we allow many parts of our country to rot.  Look at our ghettoes in most of our large cities. Why do we allow them, but spend billions on other countries?  We take care of them but don’t take care of our citizens.

As to this invasion, we’re educating millions of kids from foreign countries here illegally while our own kids suffer with multiple languages and diseases in our schools. We offer 20 million illegal aliens free hospital care while 40 million of our own citizens lack medical insurance­so they can’t get medical service.  Twenty-five Americans suffer death by illegal aliens from murders to drunken drivers every day in this country, but we’ve got a president who invites more illegals by the thousands daily.  We suffer a Congress that won’t get its head out of its proverbial behind.  All the while, illegals grow in their arrogance and demands.

All these thoughts revolve in my mind as I watch our nation plunge into its greatest crisis since the Civil War.  Most Americans not affected by it simply ignore it.  Millions affected by this invasion haven’t reached the ‘tipping point’ of critical mass to take action instead of complain or snooze in front of their TVs, but I pray to God they become involved sooner rather than later.  At some point, it WILL be too late. Ask those French in Paris, France or the Dutch from Holland or the British in London with their fractured British society.

At the state capitol in Baton Rouge, I asked several women at the front desk why their governor wouldn’t speak out against all the illegals taking jobs away from U.S. citizens after Katrina created a bonanza of clean-up jobs.  They said, “Politicians don’t do anything unless it involves money or votes…much of New Orleans was on welfare but now they’re moving to Baton Rouge…our social services are being deluged with the victims of Katrina…but they were already on so much welfare, they get enough in aid to dependent children, food stamps, assisted housing…so they won’t work.”

At the same time, those who employ illegal aliens don’t mind cheating, risking prison for hiring illegals, lying, filling out false documents, paying under the table, not paying taxes and undermining our country and Constitution­for the love of ill-gotten money.  Makes you sick doesn’t it?

I can’t help lament the majority of non-active Americans watching but doing nothing.  It’s like, what are you waiting for?  If not now, when?  If not you, who?  Results?  Aren’t Los Angeles, Chicago, Miami, much of New York and many more cities enough of a hint?

The Paul Revere Riders throttle into the wind.  At 12,500 miles, 26 states, seven weeks and millions of people, we’re making our way across America.  We’ve interviewed on 70 TV shows, 65 newspapers and 50 radio stations.  Paul Revere didn’t give up and neither will we!  Good night and God’s speed.

As Trailboss, I have been remiss in thanking the local folks for all their help in putting together local rallies.  From Denver to Chicago dozens of dedicated citizens have organized, contacted the media, provided homes and a dozen other tasks which have helped the Revere Riders reach out and touch a bit over 12 million people so far.

Better late than never, I want to thank Laurie and Peg in Livonia; Natisha and her crew in Indianapolis; Theresa, Regina, Jim, Mike, Bob, Darrell and the others who brought out so many bikes and supporters to Nashville.

As a heat wave rolls across all of us this week, the Riders are happy to see that they don’t have to ride more than 250 miles on any day.  If you have ever wondered what it feels like to be in a convection oven, try riding a cycle in 98 degree heat and 60% humidity across the Deep South.

At the capitol in Madison, Wisconsin, we procured rally and speaking permits. Within an hour of setting up our large banner, “Stop Illegal Aliens: Ask Us How”, one hundred counter-demonstrators screamed, beat drums, shouted, cursed and degraded us and our 1st Amendment rights for a third time in the week. One man stepped out of the marching madness with a magic marker­suddenly, he X’d Old Glory on our poster board. I stood aghast that an American citizen could desecrate our flag that so many had served and died for! I walked up and was about to grab him by his throat when he ran back into the safety of the crowd. Just then, a man waving a red, white and green Mexican flag brushed by me while sliding it across my face. He screamed at me. The police only stood there and watched. I raged inside myself that anyone in my country could wave a Mexican flag in front of a state capitol and desecrate the flag of my country. Seconds later, we said the Pledge of Allegiance to the flag. The crowd screamed louder without stopping to honor the pledge. Cindy Songbird Tilkens, www.songbirdcindy.com , sang an incredible song she wrote, “Are You Lonely in a Small Town Tonight?” The crowd screamed louder to drown us out. Mind you, our permit gave us the right to proceed with a peaceful rally that spoke against illegal alien migration. Not legal immigration, but against ILLEGAL alien immigration which stands against our U.S. Constitution!

Rick shook his head, “They don’t speak English, wave a Mexican flag, desecrate our flag and spit at us while we recite the Pledge of Allegiance…this makes me sick to my heart.”

“It makes me sick to my stomach,” I said.

Later, my brother Howard, trail boss of the ride, raised the bullhorn while the Paul Revere Riders attempted to talk to our supporters. A counter-demonstrator walked up beating his drum while screaming so loudly, we couldn’t compete. Apparently, those who support illegal aliens breaking our federal laws do not support anyone’s 1st Amendment rights. For the umpteenth time, a reporter asked, “Are you racists?” I answered, “If you go home tonight to find a burglar broke into your home and was still there, and you called the cops to have him arrested…would you be a racist or would you be exercising your Constitutional rights?”

He wouldn’t answer. I asked, “If someone broke into your country against the laws of your land and you called the Border Patrol to have them arrested, would you be a racist for your actions?” He wouldn’t answer.

“Sir, this is about the rule of law,” I said. “We’re either a lawful nation or lawless one…we either uphold our rights under the Constitution or we abdicate to anarchy…I don’t have time for racism…this is about our country…I work with black activists Terry Anderson, Ezola Foster, Marvin Stuart, Ted Hayes, American Hispanics Robert Vasquez, Lupe Moreno, Andy Ramirez and minority advocates such as the brilliant journalist Miss Michelle Malkin who wrote “INVASION”…how do you call them racists? How can you call 85 percent of Americans who demand our immigration laws be upheld­racists?” He wouldn’t answer. I’ve found that when someone can’t bring a reasoned argument to the debate, they resort to name calling. However, you cannot argue with integrity. The Paul Revere Riders ride with ‘integrity’.

The next day, we battled gridlock traffic on our way to Chicago’s Mexican consulate. It’s one of 56 embedded in our major cities to aid illegal aliens in our country to continue breaking our laws with impunity. Anyone been in the Windy City’s traffic? In a word: insane! I was born in Chicago, but it’s crammed into less space with more people and no one in that gridlock smiles even once in their lives. We witnessed such crowding that half million dollar homes back up to the expressway. Chicago houses the second largest illegal alien population in America. Its crime, schools, jails, failing hospitals, drug trafficking and corruption reflect its sanctuary policy that allows illegals free reign in that city.

Whoa! Talk about a screaming horde of pro illegal alien crazy maniacs at the Mexican assembly. If they lived in LA with car-jackings, street crime, diseases, with their kids being attacked at schools and couldn’t be understood because no one speaks English, they would scream another tune. What they fail to understand is, when the Mexicans degrade our laws to their brand of lawlessness, we all suffer. As we import more from the poverty stricken countries, we grow pockets of poverty that become ghettoes cities. Mexico’s Fox will continue exporting millions of his slums to become the poor of our country. In the process, we create an entrenched poor class and balkanization of our nation.

Great thanks to the people of Chicago that stood their ground and marched in favor of enforcing our laws. They carried signs and matched the illegal alien advocates with equal passion. As I said to the crowd, “There are 280 million of us and only 20 million of them…besides, we vote so we win!”

As I said, we create balkanization by adding illegals. What is balkanization you ask? Last week, my dear friend, a former Green Bay Packer and today, a top notch cowboy, Zeb Bell in Murtaugh, Idaho, called me, “Frosty, I need to tell you about a rodeo I hosted last week…while we played the national anthem…15 Mexicans stayed seated and booed the singing of our national anthem…quickly, 20 Idaho cowboys surrounded the Mexicans…one Mexican pulled a knife…another cowboy stepped up saying, “Beaner, you better put that knife away or I’m going to shove it where the sun don’t shine…you better show respect for my country’s flag or you beaners ain’t gonna’ walk out of here on your own two legs.”

The Mexican looked at his buddies who were outnumbered, decided it wasn’t worth having his knife shoved up his rear end, and sat down. But the lesson is, when the rate of immigration exceeds the rate of assimilation, it’s a recipe for the disintegration of our society. In a recent soccer match in Los Angeles, Mexicans in America booed the American team, threw bottles and cheered against our team. Thousands of cars in LA carry a bumper sticker that reads, “F*** YOU! This is Mexico!” In March, over 1,500,000 illegal aliens around our country marched in defiance of our laws and their numbers grow nightly. When you hear, “Press 1 for English; Press 2 for Spanish,” that’s balkanization of our country. When you lose your language, you lose your country. Nothing will fracture this country faster than competing languages. Given enough time, we’ll either be at each other’s throats or we’ll separate into antagonistic factions.

It took us 30 miles to get out of Chicago. Steel, glass, concrete, asphalt! Nature suffered extinction from so much city! We rode through south side Chicago with poverty peeking out of every block. Makes you wonder why President Bush won’t rebuild our country instead of the $300 billion invested in Iraq that will never do anything for our citizens. Once we leave, they’ll rage into civil war until a new Saddam rises from the ashes.

At Springfield, Illinois, we stood under the domed capitol with a statue President Abe Lincoln greeting visitors. I’m positive Honest Abe would be ashamed of Bush II for destroying everything that Lincoln worked to preserve. Again, unlike the maniacs in Chicago, only TV interviewers greeted us.

We stopped at Marseilles, Illinois, where the Illinois Motorcycle Freedom Run built the Middle East Conflicts Wall Memorial. Every man and woman that died in Iraq, Lebanon and Afghanistan has his or her name engraved on that wall. I lost my college roommate during Vietnam. At the Wall in DC, I weep every time I visit my roommate’s name and an unlived life, and I still cry. As I approached this new wall of our new dead youth, I became sickened at the travesty of old men in the Halls of Congress sacrificing our finest in foreign wars based on lies. Bush’s weapons of mass destruction are no different that Lyndon Baines Johnson’s Gulf of Tonkin scam. Lies, lies and more lies! Americans are tired of giving up their kids and being lied to by our leaders. On the ground of this new wall, tan combat boots offered a picture of Tricia L. Jameson with a cross. Another pair presented a picture of Josh Adam Terando, 1978 to 2005. Laura A. Piper gave her life in uniform. Lincoln Hollinsaid, 1975 to 2003, served with honor. I turned around with tears in my eyes and walked back to my motorcycle.

Hours and miles down the road, I soberly witnessed the beauty of Illinois. Plain folks, small towns, corn and hay fields, forests and lakes soothe my soul. Ken and Linda took us into their home on a lake with hummingbirds flying around the deck. The sunset dazzled us as we sat watching the sun go down. I was alone with my thoughts.

As I ride my bike down the highway, I can’t help feeling deep chagrin that we’ve encountered mostly apathy in our national ride. Millions wave to us, but few participate. With massive advertising to immigration groups, bike clubs, bike shops, and many friends combing the Internet like Carol Zimmerman, Carol Haldek and dozens of others, our biggest rally was in Salem, Oregon with 400 people. Mostly, we hosted zero to 50. Are the people of this country THAT disinterested in their children’s future? Are we going the way of Rome, France, Great Britain and Holland? These thoughts dwell on my mind along the miles.

We expected several thousand bikes to accompany us in Washington, DC, but not one bike club or motorcyclist has committed to being there with us. The “Rolling Thunder” organization brings in 200,000 bikes annually to DC, but it looks like few show interest in preserving our nation from this illegal alien invasion. No one has offered to ride a horse in a Paul Revere costume on our last day on August 12th.

As we headed toward Lansing, Michigan, I reveled in the tall trees, lakes and ponds along the highway. Michigan’s deep, green woods penetrate one’s heart with such spiritual calmness. At the capitol, we enjoyed a small rally with a few supporters.

Later, I visited my alma mater, Michigan State University. I rode up to my dorm at East Holden Hall where I was a Resident Assistant for three years. I visited my ‘youth’ at my old room. I looked into the same mirror that I had looked into as a 19 year old. My! How 36 years and a lifetime later change one’s face!

Heading south into Indiana, the Paul Revere team throttled into the wind. We felt encouraged, because, even without large, supportive crowds, we have interviewed on 70 TV shows, 60 newspapers and 40 radio shows. Our traveling Burma-Shave commercial has reached perhaps a million drivers. On our support truck, it asks in big letters, “How Many People Are Enough?” We’ve reached 20 million people with our message. We keep adding thousands of citizens to www.numbersusa.com and help Americans take action with our 11 point action letter that we hand out. They can send it electronically from the www.21stCenturyPaulRevereRide.us web site.

One evening, I cruised down a country road with tall grasses lining the asphalt. I passed several farm houses. Two kids playing catch in their yard waved to me. Gold light from the setting sun sprayed across voluminous thunderheads boiling into the sky. My engine purred and the temperature cooled my skin. Ahead, on both sides of the road, thousands of fireflies blinked on and off in the deep grass. I felt like I was traveling a Magic Kingdom ride at Disneyland. This life is a wondrous adventure and it’s the little things that make the magic. Good night and God’s speed.

Riding into Missouri reminded me of the movie, “Missouri Breaksg staring Jack Nicholson many years ago. We crossed several rivers while rolling into gentle mountains enough to make for spectacular scenery. Trees grow lush along the highway while small towns represent an earlier America much like “The Andy Griffith Show” with Sheriff Taylor, Barney and Opey. In Joplin, we stopped for an interview on the Mark Kingsley Radio Show. Even in the heartland of America, immigration penetrates our country like a serrated knife. It cuts a jagged edge into our schools, hospitals, prisons, language and culture. However, not enough illegal migration touches folks in that state. While paying for the increasing crime, school and medical costs, citizens go about their daily business oblivious to their growing consequences.

Like much of America’s heartland, for those not touched yet, it’s only a matter of time. Illegal immigration imitates cancer in that it uses its host for sustenance, but kills it in the long run. We stopped at the state capitol featuring one of the most beautiful domed structures thus far in our ride. Thomas Jefferson stood stately and proud in front of the capitol steps. He promoted the “Corps of Discoveryg that launched Lewis and Clark on their epic journey that discovered the extent of the Louisiana Purchase. In 1803, they oared their way up river to one of the great moments in adventure and American history.

Again, only a newspaper reporter met us at the capitol with a dozen concerned citizens. With an unknown number of illegals in the “Show Me State,g I suspect, given enough time, they will wonder what hit them when their illegal population hits half a million on its way to a million. Soon enough, they will discover what California suffers. But then, it will be too late as the numbers manifest the consequences. I don’t think Americans realize it yet, but this immigration crisis is the greatest dilemma facing this nation since the Civil War. It will prove, if not stopped, more devastating to our nation than WWI, WWII, Korea, Vietnam, Desert Storm and the Iraq War.

Back in the saddle, we rode out of the forests into the wheat fields, silos, pastures and dairy farms of Kansas. Every place we rode our bikes, tens of thousands of people honked, waved and gave ‘thumbs up’ as they passed our Paul Revere Team. In Topeka, we presented our program to a lively crowd. Great thanks to Bob and his members for their gracious donation that keeps our gas tanks full and this crew fed. Great appreciation to Mary Coburn for her astoundingly fantastic cookies!

One man from Kansas said what trips off every citizen’s lips, “I called Senator Brownback’s office and told his aid, ‘I’m astounded at his gross ignorance and incompetence on illegal immigration and its terrible consequences to our nation.’g Millions of Americans wonder daily ‘why’ our highest elected officials fail their sworn duties while they make excuses. As I’ve said, follow the money.

Heading into Nebraska, we flew past wind blown corn, wheat and hay fields. Kansas, flat as a pancake, continues into Nebraska, flatter than a pancake. Nonetheless, I love Nebraska for its country folks, fine values and apple pie. We reached the capitol in the heat of the day. After asking one reporter, “Name one advantage to adding 200 million people to the United States of America by mid century?g She remarked, “You make the most sense of any immigration groups I’ve covered.”

As big, deep and wide as America is, we cannot continue growing as if there is no tomorrow. I receive lots of email admonishing at me for advocating population stabilization. I ask, “Have you been to China or India?g They reply, “Well, no.” Folks, I have! It’s not a pretty picture for their citizens. In America, we already practice responsible birth control because American women stand at 2.03 fertility level, so we already maintain stasis. However, like USA Today came out with the headline on Wednesday, we’ve added 100,000,000 people in 40 years and we’ll add another 100,000,000 by 2040 with continued massive immigration. By that time, if allowed to immigrate ourselves into an early grave, the consequences of another one hundred million people transcends anyone’s’ understanding of our impending crisis. For starters, we’ll create a water crisis for our country that we won’t be able to solve.

We hit pay dirt in the Heartland of Iowa. Congressman Steve King spoke to an enthusiastic audience along with many TV crews covering the event. He is one of the original members of the “Immigration Reform Caucusg along with Tom Tancredo. If either of these men ran for president, I would vote for them. Congressman King said, “We face our country’s greatest crisis. We lose $40 billion to Mexico and South America annually in money transfers. Mexico exports $65 billion worth of drugs to our kids each year. Their anchor babies destroy our hospitals. Worst of all, criminal illegal aliens kill 12 American citizens daily with guns, knives and other violent acts. Another 13 die from drunken illegals running them down on our nation’s highways.”

In the meantime, we’ve got an American president allowing unimpeded illegal migration into our country with comments like, “They’re doing the jobs Americans won’t do.g Bush makes me vomit with his rhetoric. If his two girls were raped, run into by a Mexican drunk or killed by a couple of illegals, he’d think twice about his asinine statements. But like all politicians, his family is protected while our families suffer enormous consequences. How enormous? With a mere 12 million illegals as pronounced by Bush’s administration, 630,000 illegal convicted felons inhabit our state and federal prisons. That’s 29 percent of our prisons filled with illegals that have killed, raped, run over, stabbed and committed horrible crimes against American citizens! They shouldn’t be here in the first place! Folks, with 25 Americans suffering death by the hands of illegals daily, that’s a death toll greater than our soldiers in Iraq! In other words, our own country suffers more death by illegal aliens than our soldiers. Think of the horrible suffering at the hands of our own president’s incompetence. It’s so sickening it makes my head hurt as I ride down the road.

As we headed north toward Pierre, South Dakota, treeless, rolling hills glowed golden in the setting sun. General Custer, Little Big Horn, Mount Rushmore, mountain men and wagon trains make up the history of the Dakotas. Terrible what happened in place like “Bury My Heart at Wounded Knee.g If you read that book, it shows the slaughter of men, women and children by American soldiers after the Civil War. We did some terrible things to the Indians by killing around eight million of the nine million that originally inhabited the land. When the West was won, Indians paid a terrible price in death, disease and cultural destruction.

What do I think about while riding my bike, now at 9,000 miles, into this Paul Revere Ride? I’m sick, that at nearly 60 years of age, I have to fight for my own country inside my own country. I’ve got to stand tall against millions of Americans’ apathy levels that equate with the Romans as they lost their country to the immigrating Goths. I’d like to slap George Bush upside the head for his allegiance to Vicente Fox over American citizens. Many times tears stream down my face at the loss of our Republic to corporations and money. I’d like to scream at Senator Frist, McCain, Kennedy, Specter, Hagel, and Martinez for their stupidity and cowardice. This past week, the voters of Utah enjoyed a clear choice to stop illegal immigration with Candidate Jacob, but instead, voted that intellectual moron Congressman Chris Cannon back into his House seat.

It’s sickening that the people of Utah suffer their schools being turned into Spanish nightmares, hospitals bankrupted with six hour waits for E.R. care by their own citizens, crime and drugs everywhere by illegals­yet they vote back into office the man responsible for aiding and abetting this invasion. He’s openly celebrated by La Raza, which, once they become a majority, they’ll send Cannon to the gutter. I yell inside my helmet at my fellow Americans who watch 500,000 illegals march in our streets for their illegality, but only a few dozen attend our rallies at the capitols. How completely stupid are my fellow Americans who think this invasion will go away by itself? Why do I see it so clearly and the danger so imminent? Why is Paris, France’s nightmare about to be our nightmare and why can’t Americans see it coming? What is so hard to understand that when the rate of immigration exceeds the rate of assimilation, it’s a recipe for the breakdown of any society? Then, I seethe inside myself when I think of the consequences of adding 300 million people to our country just past mid century. Why won’t our leaders talk about the nightmare of overpopulation? By the time California adds another 30 million by 2050, they won’t have enough water to flush a toilet let alone feed livestock or irrigate crops.

Paul Revere suffered his own challenges in his time, so I must step up in my time. No one ever said this would be a picnic. But Revere spurred his horse into the night and so must I turn the throttle on my iron steed to make my appointed rounds.

In Pierre, South Dakota, not one citizen or reporter showed up. We throttled our steeds into the wild country toward Bismarck, North Dakota. No one attended there, either. I could only guess that not enough illegal aliens penetrated their states. Yet, every time we stopped for gas, folks complained about Mexicans being everywhere.

We skirted a heavy rainstorm on our way to Minnesota. The land morphed from treeless, rolling hills to farmland, ponds, lakes and rivers. The Viking State enjoys 10,000 lakes along with deep, rich farmland. Talk about the breadbasket of America, they’ve been blessed. We traveled by sparkling ponds loaded with cattails, ducks and water lilies. Deer picked up their heads as we passed. We noticed cows packing themselves together even on a hot day. We discovered from a farmer that it’s so cold in winter, they huddle to stay alive. When summer comes, they can’t tell the difference and remain packed tight on the hottest days.

At the Minnesota capitol, nearly 200 illegal alien advocates chanted for “Immigrant’s Rights.g As Emerson said, “Youth; it’s wasted on the young.” We surprised the Minneapolis Star Tribune reporter by our stance against illegal immigration countering the ‘rule of law’ and that those kids advocated for lawless anarchy. If they were in downtown Los Angeles, California, they’d have a whole new understanding of what they were advocating. After the illegal Mexicans had stomped on Old Glory, cursed America and shoved a Mexican flag into their hands, our kids would suffer a whole new perspective. It’s easy to be idealistic until reality sets upon your head. Those demonstrators drowned us out with screaming, yelling, drums and horns. Our 1st Amendment rights didn’t stand a chance that day.

Later, we reached a rally an hour south where Ruthie and Scott gave us a warm welcome. About 20 bikes escorted us into a parking lot. Gubernatorial candidate Sue Jeffers took the stand with a promise to stop illegal aliens. Dell Erickson spoke after the Paul Revere Riders. Erickson created a DVD showing how America stands at the brink of an energy crisis so severe we may not survive its consequences. It’s amazing how people ignore harsh realities as if they won’t be affected. Once our oil runs out in a few decades, we’re facing harsh realities on all fronts.

From that rally, we raced toward Stewartville 130 miles south–to be in a Shiner’s parade. Wow! What a parade! We stood 126 in a line of 180 different floats. We passed out the action letter to thousands of onlookers. Once they saw our big banner, they cheered like crazy.

Additionally, the next day, our pictures made big news in the Minneapolis Star Tribune with www.numberusa.com shown in big letters on our bikes. My bet is, 10,000 new members joined NumbersUSA.com as soon as they saw the feature story.

As I write this travelogue of our journey, we’ve just crossed the Mississippi River. We’re heading into Wisconsin for a rally at the capitol on Friday. We’ve reached 19 states, 20 million people, 10,000 miles and enjoyed thousands of “Thank youg comments from Americans. We’ve waved to hundreds of thousands in passing cars. We’ve been on 53 TV interviews, 50 newspaper and 30 radio interviews. We’ve seen small town America with turn of the century homes, quiet streets, kids playing in parks, swinging on swings, old fashioned swimming holes and lots of old restaurants where the cooking is just like being at home. We’ve enjoyed a lot of laughs, too. At a small town grocery store, I walked through a bent screen door. On the corkboard, a poster read, “Reward for my dog: He’s spotted black and white, his tail is missing from a fight, one eye out, missing hind leg, has the mange, two front teeth missing and an ear that’s been chewed on in a fight. If you’ve seen him, please call this number. He goes by the name of, “Lucky.”

Can’t help myself, but Americans show they carry a positive attitude toward life! At the rallies, gray-haired ladies stand with us for pictures, bake us cookies, give us gifts and wish us well on our journey. Many come up to shake our hands. I’ve seen grown men cry as they shook my hand. One man, on the 4th of July at the rally, came up to shake my hand, “My name is Roy and I’m 65 years old. This is the best July 4th of my life. You Paul Revere Riders bring out the best in Americans. May God bless you on your appointed rounds.”

One lady said she heard that I was pessimistic at our chances of regaining our country. I said, “Ma’am, my daddy was a U.S Marine. He used to put his arm around my shoulders saying, ‘Son, you can do this.’g I don’t do anything expecting defeat. We’re winning this issue each day we stand up, ride, speak and pass out our action letters. We win each day we hit the media square in the eyes with our message. We expect the ‘multiplier affect’ to reach millions to create counter critical mass of active Americans that bring the ‘tipping point’ toward stopping this invasion. The H.R. 4437 House bill is our goal. Senate Bill 2611 is dead on arrival. We rider harder, we speak louder, we maintain a positive attitude, we don’t stand down and we never, ever give up. I’m sure Paul Revere’s spirit smiles from the grave because he knows we ride for his country, our country and future generations. Good night and God’s speed.

You’re invited to support www.21stcenturypaulrevereride.us with an order on line for our T-shirt. It is a neat personal statement and supports the ride. You will be excited to wear it. For those who want to donate, write checks out to “21st Century Paul Revere Rideg c/o Wooldridge, POB 207, Louisville, CO 80027. Everyone who rides a bike, tell your friends to ride with us in Washington, DC on Saturday, August 12, 2006. We expect 100,000 bikes to make a statement. We’ll circle the Capitol Building and park in the Pentagon parking lot for speeches. Every bike club on the East Coast is invited. Every bike shop is invited to tell customers about the final episode of the Paul Revere Ride. Please contact Howard Wooldridge, phone 817-975-1110 or write him at Wooldridge@leap.cc to give him an exact number of bikers you intend to present at the final rally in DC. This is a great moment in history you can tell your kids about. Let’s make it the “Woodstock” of motorcycle events of the 21st century. Finally, we expect to feature Paul Revere riding his horse with a period costume to lead the riders on the last day. For anyone with a horse and anyone who can sew a Paul Revere period costume, please contact Howard.

Awesome canyons housing wild rivers tumble through southern New Mexico. Aptly named, “Land of Enchantment”, a bike rider’s heart races with unending curves slipping through astounding scenery that grows more beautiful with every passing mile. Layered cliffs beckoned our eyes while tight curves demanded our attention. Riding across America, state by state, brings unending beauty along with amazing history, and visual excitement. We count our lucky stars for seeing this grand landscape up close and personal.

As we rode I-25 through Albuquerque toward, Santa Fe, we experienced thousands of Americans honking and waving with thumbs up as they supported our efforts. If you see us riding along the highway, you will notice a traveling Burma Shave-type commercial on the backs of our bikes. At the same time, when we pass through major illegal alien areas, we have been flipped the finger and suffered cans being thrown at us at 70 miles per hour. For those illegals who don’t like our signs or our American flags because of our stance supporting the rule of law, they can kiss my hard riding, no nonsense, red-white-and blue, biker’s donkey.

Last year, New Mexico Governor Richardson declared a state of emergency concerning illegal aliens invading his state. Governor Janet Napolitano repeated that emergency in Arizona. It’s interesting that New Mexico practices a $50 million cock fighting industry, massive employment of illegal aliens and horrific crime rates. Both states suffer growing consequences, but citizens sit by and keep electing such horrible senators as John McCain or men like Richardson. Why would anyone vote for McCain? He stood by twiddling his thumbs for twenty years after he supported the 1986 amnesty which gave citizenship to 3.4 million illegal aliens­but said and did nothing to guard our borders that now gave us 20 million illegals. He could have been the Tom Tancredo of the Senate, but, instead, he’s given us a death sentence with his support of S.B. 2611. You might call voters who keep sending McCain and other traitors back into office a new term, “Boobus Americanus”.

In Santa Fe, two supporters showed up for our rally. With all the problems in their schools, drunk illegal drivers, language problems, diseases, crime and people smuggling–two people showed up supporting the Paul Revere Riders. With every media source contacted multiple times in advance, none reported on our event at the state capital. Thankfully, one lady named Elinor Martinez said, “If I was younger I would have to be a part of your trip across America…. but this 75 year old grandmother would probably freak out if ever put on a motorcycle…and I am just as freaked out over the apathy of my country’s citizens…I’m scared of Kerry and Murtha! I would run out of adrenaline in a very short time…how they can live as long as they have and be this stupid is beyond my understanding… the eight year old I am helping raise has more common sense than either of them… they are even beyond GOD’S help because they choose to walk in the deceptions they so diligently work to acquire…the lies just come natural to them but they really have to get down and dirty in the muck and mire to come up with some of the stuff they spout..! My hats off to you and your crew! You may never be called a patriot by the libbies but you guys are all patriots in my eyes…AND I BELIEVE GOD WILL BLESS ALL YOUR ENDEAVORS…… AND GOD BLESS ALL OF YOU EACH AND EVERY DAY! Yes, I’m an Anglo that married a Mexican almost 50 years ago and he has the same attitude you have about the ones coming over here illegally and making idiot demands….keep up your good work.”

We pushed the bikes into a stiff wind as we descended from 7,000 feet on our way into Texas. In Fort Sumner, we stopped at the “Billy the Kid” museum. Wow! This is one of the best all around museums in the United States. It’s not only a fantastic story, pictures and Billy’s chaps and guns, the museum offers glimpses into the past. We marveled at 1917 motor cars, penny farthings, tractors, wagons and sod homes where pioneers lived. I felt like Billy’s spirit walked with us through the museum. His troubled youth left a nasty legacy! Tim and Don Sweet may take a bow for giving Americans a profound glimpse into the past. Later, we stood over Billy’s grave at Fort Sumner. Moments later, we saddled up our iron steeds, and like rode out of town.

The Lone Star State defines big! It is the state of Sam Houston, “Remember the Alamo”, hit TV show “Dallas”, True Grit, Lance Armstrong and the Cowboys. In west Texas, farmland covers the landscape on both sides of the road. Tractors start plowing a line in the morning and return in the afternoon. It’s big, wide and beautiful. My brother lives in Fort Worth. He’s the first man in the 21st century to ride a horse coast to coast across America. When you think of Texas, you think of John Wayne, men being men, Rowdy Yates of Rawhide, Gunsmoke and horses.

We rolled the bikes from flat land into Texas hill country. We headed toward Austin for a rally at the capital. A heavy side wind kept us wrestling the bikes as it blew us sideways across the road. We looked like sheets flapping in the wind as it blew the bikes sideways. Nonetheless, we pushed through some pretty country.

But today, Texas suffers 1.4 million illegal aliens. In Dallas, 90 percent of births stem from illegal alien mothers. Texans shell out $4.1 billion for educating illegals’ kids. Schools suffer degradation of academic standards while English fades in the rear view mirrors as illegal aliens ignore our efforts to teach their children our language. Crime invades streets in the big cities like hot tar and shoot-outs occur in Laredo on the border as drug cartels fight for dominance. Citizens become collateral damage.

We held a rally at the magnificent capitol dome building in Austin. Where 100,000 marched for their illegality a few months earlier, we enjoyed 100 cheering Texans with signs, bikes and great enthusiasm. Top radio talk show host, Lynn Wooley introduced the Paul Revere Team to the audience. Cameras rolled and journalists scribbled their notes. Twenty bikes took off with us to pay a visit to George W. Bush’s ranch in Crawford, Texas.

We rode through beautiful Texas forests and prairie land. In an hour, we reached population 708, Crawford, Texas. For a man masquerading as president of the United States, he pretends humble beginnings. We ate at the only restaurant in Crawford. It featured pictures of George Bush wearing a flight suit on the carrier deck while declaring, “Mission Accomplished.” Since he ‘won’ the Iraq War, another 2,500 US soldiers suffered death and 17,000 horrible crippling war wounds. Much like Lyndon Baines Johnson’s lack of integrity concerning the Vietnam War that left him a broken and sad man at the end of his life, George W. Bush will look back at his personal carnage of our soldiers and country, and weep himself into his own personal hell. No one can survive lack of integrity in the long run. LBJ didn’t and neither will GWB.

One mother in the restaurant said, “How can I tell my children to follow the law when our own president allows illegal aliens to trample all our laws?” Another talked about sanctuary cities in Texas, “Yes, Officer Brian Jackson was killed in Dallas last year by an illegal…all because of the sanctuary policy that protects illegals.” Another said, “You don’t know consequences when you buy a house in a sanctuary city because rapists, child molesters, drug runners and smugglers are protected from arrest.” Another said, “Senators and House reps stuff their freezers full of money like Congressman William Jefferson in Louisiana…or Duke Cunningham in California…you can’t trust any of them…McCain may have served his country in Nam, but he’s serving Mexicans now.”

You can’t get near Bush’s ranch today after Cindy Sheehan set up camp. However, I’m willing to bet, that, if Bush’s ranch was overrun with illegals nightly as they cut his fences, killed his livestock, broke into his house, left tons of trash and left hundreds of piles of human waste nightly, he’d shut the borders tomorrow. Instead, he allows all those nightmares for the rest of us citizens.

We rolled north to Denton, Texas for a rally with a great group of bikers. We rolled over to the Mexican Consulate where we recited the Pledge of Allegiance to Old Glory. As it was Sunday, no one responded to our signs. We thank all those who attended the rally. Honest to gosh, we felt like all our friends and neighbors stood up to greet us. That’s the wonder of America­we speak the same language, appreciate each others as neighbors and care about our communities. If you moved from South Carolina to Montana, your children would be welcomed at their new school and vice versa. That’s the magic of one country, one language, one code of law, one unified citizenry, one medical system and one standard for everyone. If we allow illegals to keep invading and colonizing us with their different language, different customs, different culture, arrogant disregard for our laws–they will suffer estrangement, separation and non-participation in the American Dream. They may well destroy the Dream with their own brand of lawless nightmare. They will remain a disenfranchised sub-class of 21st century slaves. They may create a whole new country within our country, which will destroy this nation’s foundation. If you don’t think it’s happening, one week in Los Angeles, Chicago, Miami, Atlanta and other major cities will sober your concepts. You know who is doing it? Americans employers who deliberately subvert our laws by hiring illegal aliens. I can’t think of a greater disregard for one’s country and children than an employer of illegal aliens. And, all for what? Sheer greed and ill-gotten gain for money!

A high speed run into Oklahoma carried us through rolling hills and deep, luscious forests. Our bikes raced into deep valleys while cresting the skyline on the other side. Also, Oklahoma means prairie grass, buffalo and wide open spaces. We’re talking beautiful places and fabulous people. In Norman, Steve, Greg, Jim, Rick, Sean, Norma, Bernadette and a host of Oklahoma Minutemen organized a tremendous rally at the capitol building. Harley-Davidson riders formed a long line for the trek to the capital. Four TV stations representing ABC, NBC, CBS and Fox News reported the rally. Several top candidates spoke before the Paul Revere Team gave speeches. We showed everyone “How to” make an impact.

What is that impact? Traitor Congressman Chris Cannon in Utah suffers his past support for La Raza and illegal aliens by being soundly beaten or about to be beaten by House Representative Candidate Jacob. Mayor Barletta in Hazeltown, Pennsylvania attacks illegals in his town by revoking business licenses from those who hire illegals. Governor Sonny Perdue of Georgia signed a bill that’s making immediate impact on illegals in the Peach State. Lou Dobbs attacks and intellectually humiliates anyone advocating illegal aliens because, whomever they are, they advocate for illegality and lawlessness. It is reprehensible to advocate against the U.S. Constitution. To do so places anyone on the same level of the corruption of such men as Vicente Fox or Saddam Hussein and other thugs in their respective countries. Colorado continues with their own “Prop 200″ to stop services for illegals while community after community gains greater numbers fighting against this invasion. Citizens in every state continue relentless enthusiasm for their country. They may not march in the streets, but they prepare for the voting booth. Every candidate this November WILL address immigration on the side of America or suffer unemployment from Congress. Boobus Americanus awakes to become forthright American citizen in November.

A second rally in Tulsa, Oklahoma added to the day’s drama. Wendell and his Minutemen presented us with signs, horns, TV coverage and more Oklahoman congressional candidates.

Later, we headed the bikes down the Will Rogers Highway. Up ahead, the “Show Me State” of Missouri. Years ago, in St. Louis, a famous river boat captain named Mark Twain said, “Suppose you were an idiot; and suppose you were a member of Congress; but then, I repeat myself.” Dear friends across America, Senate Bill 2611 stands as the MOST idiotic, spineless and perverted immigration bill since Teddy Kennedy gave us the 1965 Immigration Reform Act. Sixty eight men in the Senate that lack integrity passed it against 85 percent of the wishes of Americans. It represents the power of greed, money and power. Please stand, speak and act against its final passage. Join www.NumbersUSA.com and invite all your friends. Join Minutemen organizations in your state. Organize everyone you know to stop this idiocy of our president and leaders. No amnesty, no citizenship for illegals, build a fence, troops on our borders, prosecute and jail employers of illegals, no anchor babies, English in our schools and all documents and media, and reduce legal immigration to less than 200,000 annually. Name one advantage to adding 200,000,000 people to the USA by mid century? No sane person can answer that question with one single advantage.

Side notes of our ride: I keep seeing tens of thousands of junk cars and farm machinery tossed at random in fields, forests and pastures. Americans in the past 14 states seem to think that these eyesores are no one’s responsibility. Thousands of abandoned gas stations, trailers and junk litter the land. I’ve heard the excuse, “It’s on private property.” How about private responsibility? We need a state by state incentive to recycle the metal or at least, show honor to our sacred responsibility to this land. Unfortunately, millions of bottles, cans and plastic containers float in lakes, rivers and ponds. Discarded containers of every description line our nation’s highways like ugly glitter while plastic bags flutter from trees like some alien species. Recycling newspapers needs some consistency in every state as I’ve seen millions tons of papers discarded in dumpsters. Some people recycle and many don’t. We need a national consciousness that preserves this planet for future generations. We’re all in this together and our children inherit what we teach them and leave them.

People still keep dumping used oil on the ground as if it will vanish like water. It won’t. We’re facing huge consequences as to drought and lack of water in the west. We cannot keep adding millions of people annually as immigrants, either legal or illegal, from a line that grows more desperate each year by 80 million around the planet, and hope our children survive the future. Other countries’ leaders must take responsibility for birth rates and churches must move out of the 1st century into the 21st century as to birth control. To continue on this path equals population overload and misery for all. If you don’t think so, see Al Gore’s movie, “An Inconvenient Truth”. Why do I know it hits the mark? I wrote about it in my own book from my experiences in Antarctica. “An Extreme Encounter: Antarctica” illustrates my first hand knowledge of life and consequences at the bottom of the world. Fellow Americans, we stand at a juncture so severe, its solution will take all our efforts. Everything you do, counts! Good night and God’s speed.

You’re invited to support www.21stcenturypaulrevereride.us with an order on line for our T-shirt. It is a neat personal statement and supports the ride. You will be excited to wear it. For those who want to donate, write checks out to “21st Century Paul Revere Ride” c/o Wooldridge, POB 207, Louisville, CO 80027. Everyone who rides a bike, tell your friends to ride with us in Washington, DC on Saturday, August 12, 2006. We expect 100,000 bikes to make a statement. We’ll circle the Capitol Building and park in the Pentagon parking lot for speeches. Every bike club on the East Coast is invited. Every bike shop is invited to tell customers about the final episode of the Paul Revere Ride. Please contact Howard Wooldridge, phone 817 975 1110 or write him at Wooldridge@leap.cc to give him an exact number of bikers you intend to present at the final rally in DC. This is a great moment in history you can tell your kids about. Let’s make it the “Woodstock” of motorcycle events of the 21st century. Finally, we expect to feature Paul Revere riding his horse with a period costume to lead the riders on the last day.

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