After the assault with intent to deafen us in Boston, we rode away with a new understanding of why they keep electing Senator Teddy Kennedy in Massachusetts. In the cradle of the American Revolution where noble men like Paul Revere, Samuel Adams and John Hancock stepped up to create America– the city supports muffin-heads, lunatics and a drunken, obese senator who harmed America more than any other man in the past 50 years with his 1965 Immigration Reform Act.

History’s reality check will not be kind to Teddy Kennedy. He’s the most out of touch, profoundly ignorant of his actions and overwhelmingly harmful U.S. Senator in recent history. He got away with an illicit affair and death at Chappaquiddick, he authored his country’s destruction with his immigration reform act that added 106 million people to our country in 40 years, and finally, the man, as a career politician, hasn’t done an honest days work in his life. He represents the worst in America as to corpulence, alcoholism and irrelevance. As Mark Twain said, “Suppose you were an idiot and suppose you were a member of Congress: but then, I repeat myself.”

In Rhode Island, a throng of screaming maniacs marched up to our group on the steps of the capitol. They covered our banner with their banner. They screamed and blasted us with sirens and loud speakers. Again, we presented our permit to assemble peacefully and bring our message to that state. A number of good people from the State of Rhode Island stood with us.

Finally, we called the cops and they pushed back the demonstrators who were singing in Spanish. We presented our speeches to the public and interviewed with the press.

Have you noticed how Third World countries operate? Try mob rule! Try violence! Try chaos! Illiterate people thrive on chaos and then, dictators come in to save them. They follow blindly. They follow without question.

Everywhere we’ve ridden our bikes across America–we’ve lived by peaceful, lawful assembly and permits to speak our First Amendment rights. We’ve brought fact-based messages. At each of the places where counter demonstrators showed up, they couldn’t bring reasoned or peaceful debate­but they brought vulgarities, sirens, bullhorns and sign language.

My thought: when good people say nothing or do nothing, lawless people get away with anything. How come 90 percent of Americans want illegal immigration stopped and legal immigration reduced to fewer than 200,000 annually, but they don’t speak up and they don’t take action? Why have counter demonstrators always outnumbered our American citizen audiences 10 to 1? It doesn’t make any difference if it’s on a Saturday or Sunday or Monday, at nine in the morning or seven at night.

As I travel down the highway, I can’t help thinking why we send our nation’s finest soldiers into a war zone that stands 10,000 miles away while based on a lie of weapons of mass destruction? Why stay there when we know it’s a hopeless quagmire like Vietnam? It accomplishes only death for their people and death for ours. Just like this REAL invasion of our country by Mexico, too few Americans stand up or speak out. They think George Bush knows what he is doing­when clearly, after six years of failed presidency on all levels, he does not know his butt from a hole in the ground. I pity him each time he ascends the podium to “…stay the course,” when the course resembles the Titanic. Back home he aids this Mexican invasion while millions of Americans sit back doing nothing.

My riding partner Rick Chiesa said, “As the first illegals came to America, they took jobs in agriculture. I did not care because I didn’t drive a John Deere. Then they took jobs of janitors and maids, but I didn’t care because I didn’t push a broom. Then they took jobs building houses, landscaping, painting and roofing, but I didn’t care because I didn’t swing a hammer. Next they took jobs building bridges and highways, but concrete wasn’t my thing. Then they took jobs driving 18-wheelers, but I didn’t mind since I didn’t push a rig along those white lines. Then they came for my job, but no one protested with me.

“There is almost no job an illegal alien won’t do for half the wages you are making. Wake up America for the bell tolls for you.”

Anyone who doesn’t understand that growing reality, I highly recommend you read Pat Buchanan’s latest book, “STATE OF EMERGENCY: The Third World Invasion and Conquest of America”. He illustrates how America will suffer, if we don’t stop immigration, 100 million more poverty stricken South and Central Americans along with millions more Mexicans will migrate to our country. This migration will add those 100 million within 44 years. He graphically shows how they will degrade our country into a second or third world country. I don’t know if you’re experiencing a sickening dread in the pit of our stomach, but I am. Why? Because I’ve traveled throughout Mexico and South America! It is beyond most Americans’ comprehension of what we’re importing into our country. Once those wretchedly poor, illiterate and growing numbers manifest in our country­our society is screwed.

By the way, that 100 million doesn’t include another 20 to 30 million predicted by USA TODAY by 2050. All totaled, we expect to suffer 120 to 130 million added people by mid century.

In my youthful enthusiasm and naiveté, I figured thousands of bikes and thousands of people would show up at these rallies, especially when Americans of all walks of life suffer from this illegal alien invasion. How appallingly wrong I was! We sent press releases via email, fax and phone calls. We notified all immigration groups. We got on radio shows. We contacted thousands and only dozens showed up. It makes me wonder if a nation and its people expect demise of their country or become too tired to live.

In the fair State of Connecticut, a massive throng of 150 dedicated illegal aliens and their advocates brought more noise than an NFL football game when the home team scores the winning TD in the last second. Those pro-illegals, anti-U.S. Constitution, anarchist–screamed bloody murder at us. However, the cops wisely kept them 500 feet away from our podium. As always, we did not engage them with looks, voice or hand signals. I think that infuriated them even more.

We gave our speeches, interviews and handouts to the crowd. A TV news reporter tried to bait Howard and me as to racist intentions, but we coolly and coldly gave him the facts and our trump question: “Name one advantage of adding 100 million people to the United States in the next 34 years.” He left disgusted with himself that he couldn’t bring the ‘racist’ card to our party. When we expose this illegal invasion at its foundation, it’s simple: Illegal immigration is against the law. There’s not one, single excuse that makes it right, moral or otherwise. It’s illegal. Period!

Delaware allowed us some peace and tranquility as we gave our program to a quiet group of dedicated Americans numbering 20. They brought signs and banners. Bless them for their dedication. Again, we brought the message to tens of thousands via the TV multiplier affect.

In New Jersey, Frank and his son Steve welcomed us into their home. They rode with us throughout the rest of the trip. Another rider from Oklahoma named Norman, caught up with us and rode all the way to DC. I can’t thank each of the riders who joined us in every state. Your support and riding with us made a huge impact as to the pageantry of the bikes. I won’t forget the LA rally or the one in Nashville, Tennessee with the Rolling Thunder! Man, talk about all American Harley-Davidson raw energy!

We gave our program in New Jersey and left for the capitol in Harrisburg, Pennsylvania. Again, we traveled through deep green forests and rolling hills, but I have to warn America, if we add another 100 million people to our country in the next 34 years, all our cities will become gridlocked in unlivable traffic, crowding, environmental degradation, water shortages and lowering of our quality of life at all levels.

I think only a few understand what’s happening to us. We’re being transformed into an overpopulated, second world country. We keep adapting to the limitations on our freedoms, loss of land, loss of free time, paying for services for those illegally in our country, loss of our language, pretending to teach the invaders’ kids English as if they care to become Americans and speak our language, idle time in gridlock traffic, higher gas prices brought on by demand and supply, higher costs in medicine, schools and prisons. As I ride down the road, I don’t understand why we didn’t enjoy 10,000 Americans at every capitol steps to create a firestorm of media coverage. I anticipated this ride making major impact on the media. I expected the Paul Revere Team to sit in front of Matt Lauer, Charlie Gibson, 60 Minutes, The Early Show, Prime Time and Larry King. We carry a message as important as Paul Revere’s.

Instead, apathy by Americans and being ignored by the major networks faced us for 20,000 miles.

Reader Pat wrote, “We are up to our necks in Turncoats and they are exceedingly well equipped and dug in. They have been here forever with combined forces that are committed to their survival! We are blowing against the wind. If for some crazy reason, the sheeple awoke from their slumber today…it would still be too late! You’ve been across the nation now, did you see any signs of the people shaking off their slumber? Or did they just look at you with that dumb-beast stare, with mouthfuls of prairie grass? You are trying in vain to let the light shine in. This nation is finished as we know it.”

She sobered me, but then, history tells me that five percent of the colonists brought this nation into being. I know that a few stout hearts create change. It requires purpose, passion and path. The path grows with each added American awakening to our nation’s crisis. I STILL expect ‘critical mass’ to create ‘tipping point’ that yields attrition through enforcement. Illegals already are vacating Georgia because of its new strict laws. Mayor Barletta in Hazelton, Pennsylvania chases them out as you read this column. Colorado’s illegals stand scared in their britches as new laws against them passed this summer. We shall “sour the milk” at the trough at which they feed on our society.

Another reader, Ken said, “Your recent piece about Americans not voting and always re-voting for the same elected idiots over and over reinforces my own observations.

“First, the very foundation of the United States was with less than 50% voting and participation. Almost as many “Colonists” were loyal to the crown as wanted independence. So apathy and laziness are a tradition with Americans from day one.

“Second, I am about ready to join the ranks of those that believe that we have gone over the edge and can not recover the Federal or most State governments that have us hamstrung with taxes and regulations. From what I’ve read in the Federalist Papers, I conclude that the founding fathers also expected that the government needed a swift kick in the pants or to be replaced periodically. If memory serves me, I think Thomas Jefferson stated every ten years or so.

“Hang in there, you’re not alone and many more people than you would ever guess are feeling the same animosity and dismay with voter apathy and ignorance. What spark will ignite the flame and wake the American people to the white wash we are all getting in is yet to be determined, but IT WILL HAPPEN!”

That’s why Paul Revere rode and that’s why we ride. Cindy and Micha ride ahead of me today while Rick hangs on my wing. He’s a hell of a wing man. As we pass through traffic, he cuts into the passing lane knowing we’ll all swing out together. Like poetry in motion, Micha and Cindy’s turn signals blink and they accelerate into the passing lane. I swing my iron steed to the left after glancing to clear traffic. We return the right drive lane in unison. Micha gives me a flashing hand burst to tell me to turn off my signal. Thanks Micha!

We’re heading into the final three states of this ride and our destination of Washington, DC. We’ve covered 45 capitols, 15,000 miles in nine weeks. We’ve spoken to 90 TV stations, 89 newspapers and 60 radio shows. We’ve reached over 16 million people and many more millions on the Internet.

Are our efforts useless? Is it worthless to try? Have we lost? Should we give up? Are we over the edge? Has the fat lady sung?

My dad was a U.S. Marine. He never taught me “defeat” as a noun, adverb or preposition. I don’t remember him saying, “Son, you’ll probably lose this game so what’s the use of playing it?” You’ll never hear from me, “Gosh, these 20 million illegals have got us by the throat so let’s give up so our kids can live like other squalor and corruption-soaked nations such as Mexico, Honduras or Columbia.”

Every day on my bike riding through 43 states, I say my prayers. I speak to God honestly with my whole being. I speak my truth. I stand up for my country. I speak into the chaos of illegal alien advocates and counter demonstrators. I speak out for our Constitution. I speak with integrity because integrity wins every discussion in a Republic. To sit back on my butt and watch TV is not an option for me. If I should do less, what kind of an American am I? What kind of an American are you? What kind of an America will you leave your children?

As we ride toward Harrisburg, Pennsylvania, and the final leg of this amazing journey across America, we’re privileged to hear honks from fellow Americans. We’re thankful for the hundreds of thousands of ‘thumbs up’ by passing cars. It’s nice to know that, today, still in America–most Americans wave our Old Glory, speak English, stand for the rule of law and love this nation.

However, that’s not enough. You must become actively involved at every level in your community like Hazelton, Pennsylvania. Every mayor of every city must check with Mayor Barletta’s website on how to stop them in our cities. More Kathy McKee’s must step up like in Arizona. More Fred Elbel’s, Stan Weekes’, Mike McGarry’s, D.A. King’s, Henry McElroy’s, William Gheen’s, Linda Muller’s, Judy Singer’s, Terry Anderson’s, Barbara Coe’s, Roy Beck’s, David Durham’s, Robert Vasquez’s and thousands more must lead millions of Americans ready to act. We must clean out the driftwood in the Senate and House this November. Again, join www.numbersusa.com to make a huge impact and change history.

Up ahead, I see my brother Howard has picked out a place to stay. I roll up to the door, exhausted. You can’t imagine the long term drain of 15 hour days, people screaming obscenities at you while others offer cookies and thanks. At the final report of this ride, I hope to bring you good news, sobering news and opportunities for you to make a difference. I’m thinking back at last week as I stood over Paul Revere’s grave. You know what? I think he’s smiling because he knows that Americans have the grit, determination and power to take destiny into their own hands. He did it at the Boston Tea Party and the night he rode to warn of the British advance. He did it in his time and we do it in ours. He succeeded and so shall we. Good night and God’s speed.

Howard here: 

Several have asked what they can do.  The following is a short list which anyone can do.

What to do?  On a simple basis, wear your t-shirts to go shopping and be a walking billboard.  Wear the same to large events, like farmers market, sports events, etc.  More organized…table at the annual county fair, the Saturday farmer’s market and other such events in the area. 
 

Call your city & or county commissioners and see if they will sponsor and promote a ‘Hazelton, PA’ type ordinance.  Speak in front the same groups why they should pass such an ordinance to ’sour the milk’ locally.  Usuallly local govts will give you two minutes on any topic.

 

Call and make an appointment to see your state rep and state senator.  They usually have office hours when they are not in session.  They will give you 10 minutes of face time.  Prepare well for this and leave them a one sheet summary of the 5 major points you want to make.
 

Call and make an appointment to see an aide of your local Congressman and US Senators.  This can usually be done quickly, especially after the election in November.  Same protocol as above.  A personal visit is worth 100 phone calls.
 

Contact Susan Tully (coordinator for state activities) at www.fair.org for other ideas. 
 

More formal…prepare an 18 minute speech and offer it to a local service club like Rotary, Kiwanis, Lions, etc.  This idea needs some coaching (a sharp person who believes in open borders can often leave one speechless).  I’d be happy to coach.
 

 

 

Howard here:

On Saturday the Revere Riders + Don McKee in spirit met with two dozen supporters at the Pentagon parking lot for a final rally.  Emotions ran high and tears flowed as Frosty, Cindy, Micha and Rick showed the gathered WHY & HOW to change the policy of Open Borders.  Afterwards we  took a symbolic ride past the Capitol and White House to bring the 21st Century Paul Revere Ride to a close.

After some 18,000 miles over 10 weeks the Riders have now scattered to the four winds from whence they came.  They rode home knowing that some 17 million Americans had heard their message via over 200 media contacts in the 48 states.   Their bodies and brains were battered and worn out from the brutal pace, scorching summer sun and the screams and gestures from those who like open borders.  I am so proud of the Riders and their service to America.  Words are inadequate to convey my admiration.  

I want to thank  Ed Whitbred of Maryland and his better half Gail who provided a feast of royal proportions at his country home to give the Riders a wonderful memory and full stomach as they journeyed home alone. 

NOTE:  After a two week vacation I will be back at it here in the DC area.  This website will remain active for at least the next 6 months.  Feel free to contact me.  Let me know what I can do for you, either locally or in the halls of Congress.

howard ’Trail Boss’ wooldridge

 

 

 

“If I weren’t on duty,” a motorcycle cop said as he pulled up to our rally, “I’d join you!”

At every capitol we’ve visited, cops can’t speak to us; however, they show their agreement with us in many ways. My brother Howard, a retired cop, appreciates how police feel in communities across America. They’re over-burdened with illegal alien drug gangs such as 11,000 MS-13 gang members operating in 33 states, thousands of drunks, rapes, Mexicans driving without licenses or insurance, domestics and burglaries. American cops must contend with non-support of Immigration Customs Enforcement, which tells them to let illegals back into our society. We’ve come to such a state of lawlessness that criminal aliens get away with murder. Cops in Los Angeles don’t even try to ticket aliens who drive without license plates and driver’s licenses­because of their endless numbers. In other words, our laws mean nothing to Mexicans and other illegal aliens.

Mayor Bloomberg of New York openly supports them as well as shelters aliens with his sanctuary policy that he inherited from Mayor Guiliani. Thus, New York City bursts with illegal aliens. With huge financial outlays and destruction of New York schools, hospitals and prisons by illegals aliens, we stood astounded that only a handful of supporters met us at the capitol steps in Albany, New York. I’m speechless at the apathy of New Yorkers in the face of this invasion. I can’t, for the life of me, figure out how our nation became so lifeless, passionless, and docile to its fate.

Is it possible that we allowed this president to fabricate this Iraq War on us while at the same time, pretending to ‘secure’ us–by patting down gray-haired ladies at airports? Yet we disconnect in our futility as we watch our President Bush encourage an invasion breaching our border with Mexico that threatens the foundation of our republic! Why have we ceased to respond by non-participation in our country’s politics in the past 45 years? Facts speak for themselves with only 50 percent of the voting public casting a ballot in national elections and up to 90 percent not voting in local elections. Folks, that’s beyond pathetic!

You all read my piece on the consequences of “America’s Drought Predicament” in this week’s Monday column. Did you read where President Bush supports upping our legal immigration from 1.1 to 2.0 million legal immigrants per year? Did you see where the U.S. Senate upped work visas, chain migration, amnesty and other goodies in S.B. 2611 to make a grand total of more than 100 million added people to this country by 2040? What in the name of common sense and reason does it take for this country’s citizens to get off their butts and take action? Folks, 100 million more people will inhabit this country in 34 years if you sit back and watch Bush and the U.S. Senate pass S.B. 2611. What are you waiting for?

My frustrations anguished my mind as our Paul Revere Team rode toward Vermont. I noticed stunning cotton candy clouds hugging forested mountains overlooking bucolic towns along pristine rivers. You better believe Vermont exhibits beauty, peace and quiet. We rolled along stone fences, cows grazing, maple syrup sold everywhere and friendly people.

However, at the capitol, counter demonstrators blasted us with bullhorns and more jeering and name calling than a drunken brawl in a bar. Kids! Yes, they were naïve, stupid, stunted and mindless kids! We couldn’t say a word. We interviewed for one paper and headed for Maine.

If you ever defined the term “bucolic”, Vermont, New Hampshire and Maine set the benchmark. We cruised through beautiful towns where K-Mart and Wal-Mart haven’t conquered, yet! We enjoyed maple, birch, oak and other hardwood trees as if we rode through a tunnel of the poet Walt Whitman described as “nature’s green velvet robe”.

In Maine, several folks turned out to meet us as well as the TV cameras. We gave speeches, interviews and enjoyed one in the crowd named “Jack” who was the Secretary of the Navy under President Nixon. Jack understood our country is in grave danger from the immigration invasion.

Unfortunately, Maine Governor Baldacci stands as the first U.S. governor to create a statewide sanctuary policy for illegals. If the three million that inhabit California jumped over to Maine, and in time, they will, the citizens of Maine will tar and feather such an incompetent public servant.

We headed back down the coast for a rally in Concord, New Hampshire where Henry McElroy gathered three state representatives for speeches on the negative impacts to that state.

I don’t mind telling you that the further away from the direct consequences of illegals, less people stand up or care a twit.

However, Boston’s nightmare is Teddy Kennedy! One cabbie said, “Teddy’s too drunk to think and to fat to move…he needs to find a real job.”

At Boston Commons, we set up our rally against a backdrop of screaming, yelling, cursing, finger raising, bird flipping, and sign-carrying maniacs. Four big Clydes Dale mounted police officers separated the counter demonstrators from us. Another 20 cops held them at bay. We couldn’t hear ourselves at close quarters from the noise. After two hours, the Boston Globe didn’t cover our rally and neither did the TV stations. We brought our show into the most liberal bastion on the East Coast. The fact that they keep electing Senator Teddy Kennedy give me the final clue as to how brain dead the public in that state is!

The next day, Sandi and I visited the U.S.S. Constitution, South Meeting Hall, Omni Parker Hotel and other landmarks in Boston. It’s the city where the Boston Tea Party and Samuel Adams and others started the American Revolution.

We visited Paul Revere’s gravesite. I well up with tears as I stood over that man who stands as one of America’s earliest heroes. Samuel Adams, John Hancock and Paul Revere organized the Boston Tea Party. They dressed up as Indians and dumped $2 million worth of tea into the harbor. “No taxation without representation!”

Later, they organized the American Revolution. Imagine that! It took a few good men to kick the British Army’s rear ends back to London.

We visited Revere’s House. I got all choked up again. This was heavy-duty history these men started. They’re the reason we enjoy our “Stars and Stripes” instead of the Union Jack and a king over us. Revere, Hancock, Samuel Adams, James Madison, John Adams, Betsy Ross, Washington, Ethan Allen, Ben Franklin, Jefferson and a dozen others along with all those who signed the Declaration of Independence­faced death from treason­yet they marched forward into history.

Later, we visited the Omni Parker House Hotel operating since 1855. I walked the same halls as Ralph Waldo Emerson, Harriet Beecher Stowe, Oliver Wendell Holmes, Charles Dickens, Daniel Webster, Longfellow, Amy Lowell, Nathaniel Hawthorne and many presidents. I stood where they stood! Wow! What an honor and inspiration!

We visited the Old State House where the great men of history presented ringing oratory in favor of creating our nation.

You know something? They never gave up! They never allowed death or personal safety to stop them. They are the reason that you and I enjoy the U.S. Constitution and every opportunity to enjoy “life, liberty and pursuit of happiness.”

I don’t know about you, but I’m fired up. I’m jazzed up for my country. I’m never giving up. I’m not stepping down. I’m standing up, speaking up, stepping forward­just like they did! You know something else? At some point, no American can stay apathetic. I was standing in the “Cradle of America”.

Ladies and gentlemen of America, apathy is not a choice; surrender is not an option; and survival of our country is not negotiable.

On that great night where Prescott, Dawes and Revere rode their horses into history, I doubt they imagined they would become famous. They did what they had to do in their time and in their moment. Revere didn’t say, “The British are coming, the British are coming!” He said, “The regulars are out, the regulars are out.” This meant the King’s troops moved on Boston and surrounding areas against the American militia.

It wasn’t any one thing that birthed America. Today, it’s not just illegal aliens and the loss of the rule of law destroying America. From what I can see from my iron horse in the 21st Century Paul Revere Ride, it’s mostly apathy killing this nation. It’s too many people thinking someone else will take care of it.

I must ask you­if not now, then when, if not you, then who?

Later that night, Paul Revere was caught and arrested. However, his 80 buddies shot off their weapons before going into the local tavern to warm up from the cold. The troops who collared Revere heard the shots and thought a whole army of militia charged from the distance. They left Revere and moved toward the direction of the gunfire. Revere escaped to become a Colonel in the Army that finally defeated the British.

I fear for America because we suffer a president who stands up for lawlessness instead of our Constitution. I fear we suffer a Congress as fat, stupid, drunk on power and greedy as Teddy Kennedy. I mostly fear we suffer an apathetic public too trusting or stupid to take action.

Yet, each day, I saddle my bike along with Rick, Cindy, Micha and Howard. We ride as if our country’s future depends on the little things we do. We ride to warn Americans that everything they do ­counts. If they do nothing, that counts worst of all. Good night and God’s speed.
Please support this ride with your actions and donations. Join www.numbersusa.com and become a weekly faxer. Send donations to: “21st Century Paul Revere Ride” to Wooldridge, c/o POB 207, Louisville, CO 80027. You’re invited to order a really cool T-Shirt with the Paul Revere logo on line at www.21stcenturypaulrevereride.us

We finish in Washington, DC on August 12, 2006. It’s been one heck of a ride and an amazing journey across America.

Howard Here:  Our rally on Sunday in Boston at the Boston Commons area was a very noisy affair.  Several of the 30 counter demontrators blew air horns in the ears of several Revere Riders and supporters.   They were stoical about it and simply put up w/ their 2 hours of non-stop screaming w/ megaphones and profanity in our faces.

Upon leaving the area, the muffin heads followed the Riders back to their bikes.   Cindy was the first to put her helmet on and started up her large Harley.  As the protestors pressed closely to scream a last, few insults, her throttle stuck wide open.   The blast was deafening to all those around and for the first time all afternoon, the muffin heads backed up and covered THEIR ears!!  For many seconds she was unable to stop the thunderous noise bellowing out of her twin pipes.

Cindy was able to fix the problem the next day w/ some machine lubricant.  The problem (of the sticky throttle) has not reoccured.   The muffin heads reappeared in greater numbers at both Providence and Hartford.

 

 

You can’t help loving North Carolina’s beautiful landscape that leads to ocean beaches in the east and verdant mountains in the west. It’s known as the Tar Heel State. Folks talk friendly and always wave, “Ya’ll come back, ya’ hear!”

They didn’t mean that greeting for those entering their state illegally. With over 500,000 to 750,000 illegal alien Mexicans overwhelming North Carolina, it could become the next “Hawaii or Alaska” for Mexico. Illegal Mexicans grab welfare benefits, steal jobs, overwhelm schools, hospitals and prisons while they colonize one of the original 13 colonies. They drive drunk, steal cars, get paid under the table and live 20 to an apartment.

We rolled our bikes into the capitol in Raleigh. North Carolina built that magnificent structure in 1833. It stands today as a reminder of the power of noble purpose. I can’t begin to tell you my emotions at standing inside those domed monuments to our republic for the past nine weeks. Each building, most of them in granite, feature statues of men like George Washington, Thomas Jefferson, Andrew “Stonewall” Jackson, Abe Lincoln, Lewis and Clark, Ben Franklin, Susan B. Anthony, civil war soldiers, daughters of the pioneers and many other famous Americans. I stand in awe and gratitude for their service to America.

Before our rally began, a foreman across the street called the police that we had been harassing his illegal alien construction workers! Mind you, he’s the one hiring and working with his illegal alien employees. He’s the one in violation of our Federal Laws. He’s the reason a dozen North Carolinians weren’t working those construction jobs on that street in Raleigh that morning. But he’s the one that called the police on us! We were guilty of holding up signs, “Stop Illegal Immigration.” We took several pictures of his illegal alien workers to shut them up. It’s amazing how one little picture, one small light on an illegal activity causes them to scurry for cover. One illegal saw our banner and flipped us the bird. We took a picture of him, too.

William Gheen, president of Alipac, gave us a warm welcome. He spoke of North Carolina’s efforts and several victories to stop the invasion. He noted a dozen citizens of his state who had been killed or harmed by illegal aliens through drunken driving, gun play, stabbings and rape.

He talked about why the Senate passed S.B 2611 to allow all those CEOs who have been breaking Federal Laws to get off without any criminal consequences. Dozens of top company presidents would go to jail if Bush would enforce our current immigration laws.

He said, “We need to go back to President Teddy Roosevelt’s grave to grab a DNA sample…we need to clone him into the 21st century to bring a man of the people back into the White House…we need leaders not sycophants for money and power that work against the American people.”

Mr. Ron Wooddard, of www.nclisten.com an immigration reform organization in North Carolina, spoke about the successes in his state in stopping illegal aliens. He’s worked for years in alerting the public to the many consequences to American citizens.

After the rally, Gheen gassed up our bikes and guided us out to the expressway. Again, I mourned the low turnout for the rally, but smiled at the two TV camera crews that multiplied our impact by 100,000. I wonder if more Americans will turn out as they see their communities decay into poverty-stricken Mexican barrios full of crime, drugs and deaths like in Hazelton, Pennsylvania. I wonder if they’ll turn out when the trash outnumbers their own citizens and the drug dealers make their schools a living hell like in Los Angeles, California or Houston, Texas or Chicago, Illinois. I wonder if they’ll turn out when their schools turn into educational ghettoes ruled by gangs and violence.

Last week, in Denver, Colorado, former Governor Dick Lamm challenged blacks and Hispanics to follow the Chinese and Asians’ educational habits such as having their children study for excellence in schools instead of leading in drop out and flunk out rates. He showed how average black and Mexican students don’t do their homework, and, as they fail, they drop out of school at 16. Their next production is a baby out of wedlock. Over 50 percent of blacks and Hispanics suffer children out of wedlock and that those children ride the welfare rolls.

To back up Governor Lamm’s statements, Denver Public Schools, mainly illegal aliens and other minorities, suffer a 67 percent drop out/flunk out rate. Facts are facts! All the minority leaders scream names, but they can’t deny the facts of Governor Lamm.

As a former teacher in Colorado, I know that Lamm states the facts. My minority students rarely turned in their homework. I was forced to pass them to the next grade. As they learned to ‘play’ this kind of ‘affirmative-action’ grading, they discovered that, by doing nothing, they would be passed up to the next grade. By the time they graduated from high school, they enjoyed a high school diploma that didn’t show they were functionally illiterate, but it gave them an automatic ‘affirmative-action’ job such as answering a government phone while they painted their nails. It’s called getting something for nothing, but working, taxpaying citizens foot the bills.

For stating the facts, Hispanic and black leaders called Lamm a “racist”. As the Paul Revere Riders state the unadulterated facts across America on our ride, counter demonstrators call us all sorts of names. It shows me than when someone cannot debate with reason and integrity, they resort to name calling.

Virginia offered gorgeous green mountains. We cruised through valleys while we throttled up mountain grades. As we’ve rolled along the East Coast, the numbers of cars and trucks grows commensurate to population density.

I am a bit disappointed that millions of truckers, while parked in truck stops, allow their engines to idle. As I used to truck for United Van Lines during my summers, I know that idling engines waste 1,000 gallons annually. When I was a trucker, that meant $1,000.00 wasted along with 1,000 gallons of fuel. Now that it’s $3.00 a gallon, it’s $3,000.00 wasted, but more importantly, it’s 1,000 wasted gallons annually times three to four million truckers in a time when we’re running out of oil. Go figure.

As I travel throughout America, I notice terrible waste. Fast food joints distribute plastic cups that fly everywhere along the road after five minutes of use, but endure for hundreds of years without breaking down. In parking lots, people throw entire bags of fast food leftovers onto the pavement. Often, a six pack of empty beer cans remains for someone else to pick up. These purveyors of trash take no responsibility in their actions. Most states offer no recycling of bottles, cans or plastics. If they do, it’s voluntary, which means, few participate. I see 70 foot long trailers tossed into the woods along with cars, tractors and outright piles of junk. Americans change 200 million tires every year. Many end up in lakes, streams, rivers and piles along the highway. I’m amazed how people can look at a pile of 100-1000 tires on their land­and do nothing to change the desecration of that abomination. How can they stand by while plastic trash bags create a mini-mountain alongside their homes? How much trouble is it to have old cars hauled to a junk yard for recycling? I’d be embarrassed out of my wits to present the world with trash and wrecked cars in my yard for years on end.

We sped through Virginia into West Virginia. It’s a lot of fun riding motorcycles through endless curves, especially with gorgeous scenery everywhere you look. However, the aforementioned paragraph applies to much of West Virginia. For such a beautiful state, it’s a shame what I saw on the back roads. I suspect that generations grow up thinking what they see is normal, so they don’t do anything about it.

West Virginia’s golden dome emerges out of green woods in a heavily forested valley. Black trim accents the dome, and inside, Senator Robert C. Byrd is the only statue I saw. He is named, “West Virginia’s Man of the 20th Century”. While hundreds of people honked at our signs, only one man showed up, Marion to represent West Virginia’s concern for illegal aliens.

It showed me that, much like Texas, New Mexico and Arizona ranchers battling illegal aliens nightly, no one cares when it’s not bothering them. If Byrd’s state suffered the same consequences as Arizona, he would stand up, speak out and take action. As it its, there’s not enough jobs in West Virginia for citizens let alone illegals­so, no problem in that state.

We rolled into southeastern Ohio’s verdant farmland. As it’s mid summer, nine foot tall corn grows along rolling hill sides. Farmers harvested winter wheat weeks ago while they await their summer crops. They’ve completed first cutting of hay and await second cutting if the drought lets up. Our destination after staying at Ray and Judy’s beautiful farm­Columbus, Ohio.

How are we holding up? As you can imagine, each of us faces our own set of challenges. I know Micha misses her kids back in Texas. I’ve seen her cry her eyes out as she throttles her Harley down the highway. Yet, she stands up for her country and her children’s’ future. Cindy, being an ICU nurse, maintains a steady keel, but worries about her elderly mother in South Carolina. Thankfully, she was able to visit her mother as we passed through. Rick misses his wife and grandkids, but nonetheless, his passion for their future stands upper most in his mind. Rick balances all of us each morning with, “Hello wonderful world…it’s a great day to be alive.” My brother Howard works 15 hours a day sending press releases, answering phone calls, giving radio interviews and keeping the Paul Revere Riding team on time at all our rallies. He also drives the media truck! Me? Steady as she goes. I write two columns each week. I’m dead asleep before my head hits the pillow each night. I miss Sandi and can’t wait for her to join us for the last week of the ride. She is my sparkle sunshine. Also, I say a lot of prayers for America while I’m riding down the expressways. I love America, her people and, as “Ma” that 69 year old Alabama grandma riding that big Harley Davidson Road King said, “I ain’t given my country up without a fight!”

Yes, this is a long, hard ride. Some days with no people showing up at rallies, I wonder if it’s worth it. Other days, with big media coverage, I’m elated. In the end, Paul Revere rode through the night not knowing either, but he spurred his horse toward his country’s destiny. My dad said, “Son, everything you do in life, counts!” My dad, Master Sergeant Howard Wooldridge, a U.S. Marine, meant what he said. I’ve lived that philosophy all my life. I’m proud of my dad and I hope to God he’s looking down right now and proud of me. My mom’s proud of me, too. She’s still cheering me down the side lines as I head toward the end zone: Washington, DC.

Some days we’ve hammered 600 miles and, other days, only 200. We probably average 275 per day. We call campgrounds and “Motel 6″ home! As of today, we’ve ridden 15,000 miles with 4,000 miles more to go. We’ve done 37 capitols with 11 more to go. We’ve talked to 91 TV camera crews, 85 newspaper reporters, 55 radio shows and thousands of Americans. I think over one million people have waved and honked with thumbs up to our Paul Revere Team. We’ve reached 15 to 17 million people via media.

In Columbus, Ohio, we enjoyed our hosts Ray and Judy along with Roy and Diane. Lovely people from the Midwest!

The rally created counter demonstrators that called us every name in the book. It’s amazing the fowl mouths on those young people and even some of the older ones. About 20 cops kept them from doing harm to us. We gave our speeches for the cameras and rode out of town.

Heading into New York, wow, what beautiful rolling hills! Deep, green woods framed white frame houses, corn fields and silos. We passed by the Erie Canal built in 1851.

If it weren’t for New York City’s total insanity, that state would be paradise on earth!

We’re heading into the last 11 days of the ride. I’m sitting back in the saddle every day with good thoughts in my head. We’ve enjoyed some amazing experiences and more to come. Thank you truckers for waving and honking as you pass by! Good night and God’s speed.