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.

© 2006 Frosty Wooldridge - All Rights Reserved

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The web site offers our really cool T-shirt!

- Frosty

Fairly Typical Day:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

IDAHO, UTAH & WASHINGTON

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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