We’ve seen quite a few accidents along the highway in the past 11 weeks.  Big 18 wheelers jack-knifed into ugly pretzels.  Their cargoes spilled all over the highway.  We’ve seen a dozen of car accidents alongside the road.  Too many people don’t wear seat belts and still allow their kids to walk around in the back seat at 70 miles per hour.  We’ve encountered drunks weaving in traffic.  Thousands talk on cell phones while driving 75 miles per hour or making turns at intersections with only one hand on the wheel and not checking for traffic.  Why does the public allow such irresponsible behavior that gets thousands of innocent people killed each year?

With 44,000 deaths on our nation’s highways annually, and half of them involving alcohol, why don’t we enact laws that stop it?  Why not do one simple thing to stop drunks?  What is it?  Simple:  impound any car of any drunk driver for two years. Make that driver pay towing, impound storage fees and severe insurance rates after a two year suspension of his/her license.  If they drive a friend’s car, that automobile suffers the same fate.  Without a car, drunk drivers can’t return to the road and no one will lend them a car.  It would save 22,000 deaths per year, or, at least, save tens of thousands.  It’s so simple and so easily implemented.  Private companies would jump at the chance for storage fees!  As it is, drunks pay a fine; lose their license, but then, jump back into their car and drive without a license until they kill someone.

In Harrisburg, Pennsylvania, we walked into the prettiest, most ornate and imposing state capital in the entire United States.  It’s on par with our nation’s capital in Washington, DC.

Mayor Lou Barletta made national news in Hazleton, PA with his crackdown on illegal aliens.  His city council passed ordinances to rescind business licenses of those who hired illegals and landlords who housed them.  His town suffered so much crime, rapes, burglaries, speeders and drunks that he took action.

It’s not isolated, either.  Last week in Bellevue, Tennessee, 74 year old grandmother Mary Sadler suffered an attack and brutal killing by illegal alien Ivan Moreno, 30, of Mexico.  He knocked on the door and begged for money. When she declined, he killed her and her bird.  Moreno stands behind jars as of this writing, but Sadler now resides six feet under.  What if George Bush’s mother, Barbara Bush, suffered such a horrible fate?  What if this invasion got down to a personal level for Bush like it gets for 9,125 American citizens who are killed by illegal aliens every year in our own country?  That’s 25 a day!   Would Bush keep telling us that these illegals do the jobs that Americans won’t do?

One dear reader, Carmen and her husband visited us at the New Jersey rally and again at the Harrisburg capital.  I thank her for her great patriotism and enjoyed interviewing her on my radio talk show last year.

Again, in PA, a huge throng of 10 people showed up to support the Paul Revere Riders.

A quick ride carried us to Annapolis, Maryland where the police quickly told us we couldn’t stand, carry signs, speak or hand out pamphlets. “Can I change the gear on my motorcycle?” I asked one officer.  “No, get moving,” he said.  “Sir, I’m talking five minutes over there in a parking spot where it won’t bother anyone,” I said.  He frowned, “Well, make it quick and get out of here.”

So much for free expression and first amendment rights in our own country.  What really blows me away stems from the fact that police stand idly by while hundreds of thousands of illegal aliens march in our streets, but when we, the citizens of this country stand to speak up on the lawlessness, we get threatened with arrest.  The Boston debacle rang in my ears when we brought the permits, but the counter demonstrators got full rights to blow us off the Boston Commons.  When those same illegal aliens marched in Boston, NO LAW OFFICER STOPPED THEM!   No ICE agent stood up!  No one stopped their anarchy!

Thoroughly disgusted, we rode out of Annapolis wondering why we taxpayers pay millions of dollars for naval cadets to serve four years in college and become officers, only to have our own rights stomped into the ground.

In Dover, Delaware, we met with four people who showed up at the capitol.

Now, 11 weeks into this ride, we’re all exhausted.  Not having anyone show up was somewhat of a relief, because, at the same time, we wouldn’t be facing 100 screaming maniacs calling us every name in the book.  We’ve taken some rough shots and hard times from those demonstrators over the last four weeks.

They don’t bring reason, thought or discussion to our rallies­only vindictive, vitriolic, malicious, caustic and venomous rants.  They wave the Mexican flag and chant in Spanish.  These are examples of George Bush’s finest hour for the desecration of the U.S. Constitution.

We rolled toward Richmond, Virginia.  Their capitol, designed by Thomas Jefferson, was walled off with scaffolding while being totally refurbished.  Outside, we stood in awe of a cluster of statues showing Washington on a horse and surrounded by George Mason, Patrick Henry, Ben Franklin, Thomas Jefferson and several other great men of that time.  St. John’s Church, behind the capitol, was the place where Henry gave his “give me liberty or give me death” speech.

I’d like to stop here to thank several of the riders who made their way across thousands of miles to join us.  A man named Curtis, from Louisville, Kentucky rode his Harley-Davidson two days and through the night to be with us on our last three stops.  He stood with us in DC the last day.  Norman from Arizona did the same.   Across America, Harley-Davidson shops hosted our rallies.  I can’t thank each and every rider enough for sharing the road with the Paul Revere Ride Team.  It meant a lot to have kindred souls on the road.

I won’t fool anyone; this is a hard ride. One minute we’ve got people cheering and thanking us, and the next, cursing us to go to hell or worse. At other times, no one shows up.  Most often, the media wants to ‘corner’ us with racial bias for their interviews.  Then, back on our bikes, we pushed through horrific traffic.  It’s dangerous on the East Coast with such heavy traffic volume.

You don’t ride 20,000 miles in 12 weeks without cost.  Especially on a motorcycle, you must be alert every second on the road, or get killed.  As a team, several of us got ‘short’ with each other the last two weeks from the severe stress we experienced.   However, it didn’t deter us from our mission.

On August 12, 2006, the Paul Revere Team road into Washington, DC with flags flying and almost two dozen bikes following us.  We rolled past the Iwo Jima memorial and on to the Pentagon parking lot.  Again, we notified all the top TV media, papers and radio.  Not one single TV reporter showed up at our final rally.

I gotta’ tell you; I thought Lou Dobbs would have us as guests of honor on his show. I figured Bill O’Reilly would offer us guest spots to get our take on America.  I figured Matt Lauer would have a ton of questions. Surely Charlie Gibson would interview us.   I thought at least one House Representative or senator would receive us into the nation’s capitol.  We just rode our bikes 18,000 friggin’ miles to all 48 state capitols in 11 weeks.  We gave speeches and rode our hearts out.

We interviewed on 95 TV shows, 90 newspaper interviews, 60 radio interviews, NPR radio, Fox News in the Morning, and spoke to documentary film crews.

Hundreds of thousands knew about the final rally in DC.  A grand total of 40 people showed up and almost two dozen bikes.  I supposed if we had fought back at previous rallies and got into fist fights and called the illegals a bunch of ‘racist’ names, the press would have been their like wolves surrounding a deer.  If we had broken a bunch of laws or harmed someone or threatened someone, the press would have been there.

Instead, we were ordinary American citizens who stood up for our country.  We spoke out for America.  We brought fact-based information as to what is happening to our country.  We said, “In post 9/11 21st century America, it is dangerous and irresponsible to allow millions of people into our country and we don’t know who they are…we don’t know their criminal backgrounds, the diseases they carry, or their terrorist intentions.  They overwhelm our schools, hospitals, prisons and language.

“We want our Constitution upheld by our president and Congress. They aren’t.  We want National Guard on our borders, a big fence, employers of illegal aliens arrested, prosecuted and imprisoned, stopping of anchor babies, no amnesty or path to citizenship for illegals…and a reduction of legal immigration to a sustainable 100,000 annually so all Americans of every race, creed and color have the opportunity to pursue the American Dream in a sustainable society.

“Finally, we asked, name one advantage to adding 100 million people to the United States in the next 34 years?”

Tears streamed down my face as well as Rick’s, Micha’s and Cindy’s.  We saluted Don McKee who couldn’t finish the ride.  We thanked Glen Colton and all the hosts who took us into their homes as if we were their next door neighbors.  The fact is, we’re all neighbors from Maine to Michigan to Oregon to Texas to Florida. We’ve all got a stake in this national nightmare.

All of us gave our speeches. We presented Micha with the Paul Revere Ride banner.  We gave our special Paul Revere Ride Salute to the audience. My brother Howard signed off as “Trail Boss”.  We fired up our bikes and rode around the Capitol Building and by the White House.

In the annals of American history, perhaps nothing will become of this one critical moment where six Americans from across the country set out on a 48 state motorcycle ride in the summer of 2006.   Perhaps our efforts fell on deaf ears of a sleeping nation.  Maybe the history of great nations follows in the footsteps of Rome.  Maybe America no longer maintains a spot on the mountain of human hope.

Perhaps this nation deserves an incompetent leader like George Bush breaking international laws by attacking other nations, violating his oath of office, crushing the Middle Class by encouraging illegal alien migration as well as support of insourcing, oursourcing and offshoring.  Perhaps this nation deserves a “bought and paid for” U.S. Senate.

Anyone with an ounce of common sense understands the next 100 million immigrants in 34 years cements the destruction of the United States of America.

In the final column, part 14, of this Paul Revere Ride, I hope to bring you observations from my “rear view mirror”.

Have you ever ridden a motorcycle?  Felt the vibrations of its throbbing engine?  Did you crank the throttle while feeling sheer power surging beneath your body?  Did the pipes sound like a thousand lions?  Have you felt the road whizzing beneath your feet at 70 miles per hour?

 

Ever hear the rumble of a big Harley-Davidson Road King thundering toward you?   It’s all American.  It’s the USA.  It’s freedom personified.  It’s wild.  It’s liberating. It’s you, nature and the endless ribbon of pavement extending across America. 

 

No matter how big or fancy the cars ahead or behind you, people stare at motorcyclists heading “Into the Wind”.  If they don’t know the feeling, they can’t relate, but somewhere in their sleeping wildness, they crave the raw power of a motorcycle. 

 

What does a motorcycle bring an American?  Adventure!  Pure and simple!  Elvis loved his Harleys.  Steve McQueen rode to stardom in the “Great Escape”.  Marlon Brando thrived on his bike in the “Wild One”.  Schwarzenegger straddled a Harley in his “Terminator” film.  Every man and woman that rides knows the feeling, the power, the sheer energy derived from riding the beast between their legs.

 

In the summer of 2006 as members of the 21^st Century Paul Revere Ride, two women and three men traversed America on motorcycles.  They gunned their engines through 20,000 miles of America’s wondrous landscape.  They climbed into snow-capped peaks of the Rocky Mountains.  They rolled along the beaches of the Pacific Ocean.  They throttled their way into arid deserts with 114 degrees of heat boiling off suffocating pavement.  They powered up passes with rain and snow slamming into their bodies.  They cruised across barren prairie and into verdant forests where Paul Bunyan once ruled.  They crossed quiet rivers dominated by ancient forests in America’s northeast woodlands. 

 

“They’re so dangerous,” many said.  “You could get killed,” others lamented.  To that I say, “You could die in a rocking chair from boredom, too!” 

 

For those of us who ride, there’s a ‘sweet spot’ where the wind, temperature and speed mesh into synchronicity that creates a sense of freedom that carries a rider’s spirit into realms unexplainable—it’s a feeling.  For Americans, it’s taken for granted after 230 years that we possess the ability to do what we please.  We work hard; we play hard.  What is Sturgis, South Dakota?  It’s a legend realized by those who ride bikes.  A motorcycle takes us there!  Haven’t been to Sturgis?  Go there before you die, because if you don’t, you miss one of the greatest spectacles and pageants of American life!  I guarantee it.

 

As I headed into my final 2,000 miles back home from Washington, DC, I needed a break from the extreme stress of the last 11 weeks.  I chose the Blue Ridge Skyline Drive starting in Front Royal, Virginia.  Talk about riding a slithering snake!  Fun, baby, you ain’t had fun until you’ve throttled into its awesome beauty!   Next, I chose the Blue Ridge Parkway over 470 miles of extreme curves, Civil War history, gapping canyons filled with trees, rivers, Mabry Mill, and quiet beauty of the Appalachian Mountains.  From there, I cruised into the Great Smokey Mountains where I shot a lot of pictures and wrote a feature article for Rider Magazine, which I’ve been writing for, for the past 26 years.

 

Additionally, for those of you with kids, I invite you to visit my website or www.amazon.com where you’ll discover “MOTORCYCLE ADVENTURE TO ALASKA: INTO THE WIND—A TEEN NOVEL” by Frosty Wooldridge.  It’ll carry you and your teens into a wild and marvelous adventure much like Tom Sawyer and Huckleberry Finn, but set in the 21^st century where Old Man River has been replaced by a ribbon of concrete and the raft is now a motorcycle.   It’s a rite of passage book for teens–filled with remarkable adventures.

 

But for me, the sun’s shadows grow long in my 60 years of living.  I’m looking in the rear view mirrors.  I’ve lived the American Dream like few others. How fortunate and blessed I’ve been to travel across six continents.  How graced to live through amazing bicycle adventures as well as motorcycle journeys.  Each day I wake up, I am filled with wonder, awe and gratitude.

 

I’ve worked hard all my life; I earned my passage.  I took generous amounts of time to explore the planet, discovered a great deal, learned a lot; and now, it’s payback to my country.

 

In this grand journey across 48 states, I’ve seen the good, bad and ugly expressing itself in America. Here’s what I learned on the 21^st Century Paul Revere Ride.

 

AMERICA IN THE REAR VIEW MIRRORS

 

I thank each and every one of you fellow Americans for your donations to the Paul Revere Ride.  For every $10.00 up to $1,000.00, your money paid for gas, food and shelter.  Your donations helped with signs, media and equipment.  I am so deeply touched that you cared enough to make a contribution to this cause, this shining moment, this salute to Paul Revere and the brave men of the American Revolution. 

 

I thank the families who sacrificed the time away from their husbands, wives and kids.  This was not an easy walk in the park.  I thank my wife, Sandi, for her support as she worried that I might get hurt or suffer violence.  I thank all the wives and husbands who sent their warriors into harms way.  I thank my brother Howard for being the best “trail boss” on this arduous ride.  He’s a man of true grit having already ridden his horse across America twice. “Misty’s Long Ride: Across America on Horseback” by Howard Wooldridge.  He exemplifies the kind of ‘grit and determination’ needed in this hour of crisis for our nation.

 

I thank Micha, Don, Cindy, Rick, Glen and Howard for making compelling speeches during difficult moments when the lawless won out with sirens, horns and loudspeakers.  I’m proud that we didn’t resort to violence or finger pointing or name calling. We didn’t engage the counter demonstrators.  We proceeded with noble purpose and honor.  After all, Paul Revere rode into the night against horrific odds of being shot, horse breaking his leg or being knocked off by a traitor.

 

I thank each and every person who organized rallies for us in all the states across America.  Your steadfast energy and organization created that “tipping point” that will result in people changing their votes this November. This American dilemma, after all, is the greatest crisis facing our nation since the Civil War.  If you don’t understand that, pray the history books show that we won and not the illegal alien hordes or their supporters.  No Republican form of government can long exist with the invasion we suffer today from Mexico.

 

I thank all the hosts across America who took us in for a night or two. Thank you for your kindness and generosity.  I loved sitting on decks with a lake out front after a hard day’s ride. I loved conversations with you as we broke bread and shared our lives.  Honest to God, we Americans are all neighbors. You’re welcome at my house anytime.

 

I thank everyone who brought gifts of cookies or treats. Marty’s in Nebraska still keep my taste buds dancing!  Thank you to all the gray-haired ladies who shook our hands and took pictures. Thank you to the WWII men, Korean veterans and Vietnam vets who stood so proud to once again stand for their country.  Everyone waved an American flag in the face of Mexican flags. Others withstood withering insults by illegal aliens and their supporters.  I’m amazed we didn’t get attacked and beaten up, but then again, thank you to all the police officers who stood between us and the lawless ones.

 

I thank the motorcycle clubs like Rolling Thunder, Abate,  Harley-Davidson bike shops and organizers who stepped up.  Thank you Minutemen in every state who guarded us at the rallies. I thank brave speakers like Tom Tancredo, Congressman Steve King of Iowa, Don Goldwater and Mike Harris running for governor in Arizona, and many other state representatives who spoke at our rallies. 

 

Finally, I thank you, the great American reader and friend.  We’re in this together. Our children are in this American crisis.  All our families are in this national nightmare.

 

WHAT DID I LEARN?

 

In every state, illegal aliens overwhelm schools, hospitals, prisons, communities and the American way of life.  They extend no respect, allegiance or loyalty to America.  They show no respect for our language, culture or laws.  They manifest diseases, drugs, gangs and violence.  They infiltrate our own governmental sectors, fraudulently vote and take over whenever they gain greater numbers.  They feed on our welfare system like parasites.  They use us against ourselves.  They eat our food in school breakfast and lunch programs, use our ESL courses against us, make babies on our dollar and laugh at us for allowing them to do it.  They undermine our work force in all areas.   We are in deep danger as their numbers grow. 

 

Those who hire them cut their own throats in the long run and cut their neighbors’ throats in the short run.  It’s all about money. It’s all about greed. It’s all about corporation CEOs making millions while we subsidize and suffer the consequences. 

 

You would be astounded at the millions of ‘gated communities’ entrenched across this nation.  They feel protected, but they won’t be protected as this nation turns toward the same violence experienced in Paris, France or the same tension realized in London, England. They suffer two separate societies instead of one British Society.  They Balkanized themselves into severe immigration created multicultural nightmares.  We’re following them into the same hellhole.

 

By allowing millions of illegal aliens to work our jobs, we’re forcing our working class citizens into greater poverty that, in the end, will join with the poverty of illegal aliens as they add millions more.  You see, the line never ends.  Mexico exported over 10 percent or upwards of 12 million illegals, but they will send another 12 million illegals if allowed.  No one will win this immigration crisis.  We’ll all lose.  I see violence coming.

 

I also see politicians bought off by corporations.  Watch the money and you’ll see the bills pass or fail, depending on contributions and arm-twisting by corporations.  It’s why S.B. 2611 passed.  It’s a travesty against the US Constitution, but 62 senators voted for it.  They’re all bought and paid for by big money.

 

I saw apathy across this land thicker than hair on a sheep dog.  I saw degraded ghettoes across this land in LA, Chicago, Detroit, Atlanta, New Orleans, Jackson, Mississippi and everywhere, but no President Bush helping to build up our country with jobs.   I saw New Orleans and Katrina’s results, and if Bush thinks he’s doing a great job rebuilding Iraq, he’s a sad and sick man with a blind eye toward our own citizens.

 

I saw unending traffic gridlock and air pollution in cities across America—with no hope of being solved—but in fact, will grow worse as we add another 100 million people via immigration in the next 34 years.  Yet, no one steps up to talk about it. No one speaks against the holy grail of growth.  We’re like a 400 pound fat man trying to solve his weight problem by gorging on ice cream.  We keep adding people and he keeps adding weight.  At some point, he dies of a heart attack or can’t move, and his quality of life deteriorates to misery.  At some point, our country suffers an irreversible crisis with unsolvable problems.  For the West, it will be acute water shortages.  For the rest of America, it will be degraded living conditions and environmental nightmares.

 

For those of you across the nation, I present a program to colleges, high schools, church groups, Rotary Clubs, civic clubs and more: “THE COMING POPULATION CRISIS IN AMERICA: AND WHAT YOU CAN DO ABOUT IT”.  I need to present it to Congress to wake them up.   I’ve tried to get on Charlie Rose, Matt Lauer, Charlie Gibson, Diane Sawyer, 60 Minutes and many more with that program, but they won’t touch it.  We either deal with this 100 million now and stop it, or once they are here, we are finished as a nation and the American Dream won’t survive.

 

I learned that most Americans unfortunately think their senators and House reps work in America’s best interests.  They think President Bush is doing the best for America.  Nothing could be further from the truth.  President Bush is, and I say this at point blank range, maneuvering to destroy America’s borders and sovereignty.  Thus far, he succeeds more each day.  Men like Congressman Chris Cannon of Utah, Senator Orrin Hatch, Congressman Joe Baca, House woman Nancy Pelosi, Senator John McCain and many others are in constant violation of their oath of office and the US Constitution.  George Bush is eligible for impeachment for his offenses against the Constitution in the past six years.

 

I learned that our national language and cohesion as a nation and one people stands in critical danger.  When the rate of immigration exceeds the rate of assimilation, it is a recipe for the destruction of any society.  Forcing us to Push 1 for English and Push 2 for Spanish is the greatest fraud on our society, but not enough Americans protest; so, we get what ‘they’ force upon us.  And, our society will pay as we fracture and become strangers to this subclass of foreign invaders.  Don’t blame them; blame ourselves for allowing it. 

 

I learned that few Black Americans and even fewer Hispanic Americans stand up against this invasion.  How ironic!  They suffer the greatest consequences as their jobs vanish to the illegals.  Jesse Jackson and Al Sharpton suffer ego, false Black pride and buckets of money while their fellow Black Americans die in the inner cities. 

 

I learned that our bridges and highways crumble and crack while we spend billions to rebuild Iraq, Afghanistan and dozens of other countries.  Our schools fall apart for our working poor and our health care helps illegals more than our own citizens. 

 

I learned that Bush and Congress promote and aid illegality as well as all 50 governors of our states.  Notice not one of our 50 governors stands up against this invasion or speaks out.  Mayors of cities cower in corners while our citizens suffer rapes, death, child molestation, drugs, crime and worse. 

 

I learned that we’re in a race to see how fast the ‘elites’ can destroy our country by vanquishing our borders and flooding us with the world’s unending poor versus how fast we citizens stand up to stop it.  If we don’t, we shall devolve into a second world country where Mexicans, Central Americans, South Americans and millions from around the world spill into our country without end.  At some point, we’ll have a high class and a low class.  Our middle class shall not survive this invasion much longer.  There will be a ‘tipping point’ where we either regain our borders or lose them altogether.  It’s not going to be pretty.

 

Finally, I learned that the consequences of adding 100 million people reported by USA TODAY newspaper in July would and should shock the pants off Americans.  It didn’t and hasn’t.  Those 62 senators would vote again for S.B. 2611 that ensures adding 100 million people to our country.  I can’t figure out if we have lost our collective minds or we don’t have enough educated people in this country who understand the magnitude of our situation. The regular “Joe” doesn’t have a clue as he watches Mexicans overrun his community. He complains but does nothing.  He curses them, but won’t take action.

 

WHAT CAN WE DO AS CITIZENS?

 

• You better get involved fast and you better get your friends involved.
• You must network in your community and state.
• Run for mayor, governor and Congress.
• Vote!  Don’t make excuses by saying it’s rigged. Demand in your community for a paper trail voting machine.  Stand guard over the vote counting.
• Go to Mayor Lou Barletta’s web site for instructions on how to stop illegals in small towns across America.
• Write letters to your newspaper.  Call talk show hosts.  Write all the top TV networks and commentators.  Create counter critical mass of concerned and angry Americans by keeping the issue up front every day
• Join immigration groups in your state.  None?  Then, form one.
• Write for the action letter on email to send to your friends on what to do at www.frostywooldrige.com or www.21stcenturypaulrevereride.us
• Join www.numbersusa.com and www.fairus.org and www.thesocialcontract.com for materials and instructions on what you can do.
• Email oreilly@foxnews.com ; loudobbs@cnn.com ; charlierose@pbs.org ; Larry King Live ;  friends@foxnews.com ;  situationroom@cnn.com ; hannity@foxnews.com ; colmes@foxnews.com ;  rush@eibnet.com ; hardball@msnbc.com ; nightly@msnbc.com ; 60m@cbsnews.com ; morning@npr.org ; fns@foxnews.com ; Blitzer at late.edition@cnn.com ; Russert at MTP@NBC.com ; Mathews at CMatthews@msnbc.com ; Stephanopolous at thisweek@abc.com
•  Never give up and never stop calling!  Maintain relentless determination.
• Call toll free your Congressmen at 1 877 762 8762 and demand your House reps join the Immigration Reform Caucus to push HR 4437 into law.  Stop SB 2611 in the Senate.
• Write Bush at president@whitehouse.gov and tell him to put troops on the border, arrest, prosecute and jail for employers of illegal aliens, no anchor babies, no amnesty and no guest worker program that leads to citizenship for illegals. Call the president at: 1 202 456 2461 and give his secretary a piece of your mind and demands.
• Join the Minutemen in your state: www.minutemanproject.com ; century21minuteman@sbcglobal.net ;
• Stand for English as our national language: www.proenglish.org or www.usenglish.org or www.englishfirst.org
• Report illegals in your community and those who hire them: B.I.C.E. at:

    1 866 347 2423.

 

For me, the last 2,000 miles of the Paul Revere Ride carried me across the Great Plains.  I thought a lot about Paul Revere.  I thought about standing over his gravesite.  I thanked him for his courage. 

 

Around my neck, a dog tag dangles with the names of Sean and Sara Marti, two Americans killed by a drunk illegal alien Mexican driver.  Ruthie in Minnesota, who is running for lieutenant governor along with Sue Jeffers running for governor, gave it to me at their rally.  It reminds me of the millions of personal tragedies brought about by illegal immigration.  It reminds me why Paul Revere never quit and why I will never quit this quest to save America.  It is my country, it is my family, it is my responsibility.  In the end, it’s our country and our responsibility.

 

“Democratic institutions exist by reason of their virtue. If ever they perish, it will happen when you have forgotten the past, become indifferent to the present and utterly reckless to the future.”

 

In the end, this country, our future, our children’s fate and the future of humanity stands in what we do today—what you do now.  Paul Revere rode his horse.  Betsy Ross stitched our new flag.  Thomas Jefferson wrote, “We the people….”  Jefferson ‘thought’ the revolution.  George Washington fought it.  Men and women from every community took up arms.  Whether the brave souls from Valley Forge to the jungles of Vietnam and desert sands of Iraq, it’s always been us, average American citizens that have defended our nation. Whether 1776 or 2006, that was their time; this is ours.  I urge you to bring your relentless enthusiasm to your country.  Good night and God’s speed.

 

Send donations to: 21^st Century Paul Revere Ride at POB 207, Louisville, CO 80027. Additionally, we have 300 Paul Revere Ride T-shirts left that feature:  “Stop Illegal Immigration” on the front and the very cool “21^st Century Paul Revere Ride” logo on the back with web sites.  You’re invited to order them at the same address above for $15.00 which includes handling and postage. State your size.