Continued from previous blog. . .
What would you do when two Guatemalen women, one pregnant show up at your
DOOR, it's snowing out and they're barefoot? The've been raped by border guards all the way up Central America
and Mexico.(That's why they were dressing up the women like gay joggers- so they were less victimish- see below) The last
guy raped them AND took their shoes. And the whole border thing as far as Mexicans go- They didn't cross the border; the
border crossed them. Go ahead, get a book and look how far up the US mexico went before we. . .won it fair and square? All
the locals I talked to said many of the immigrants that show up are seeking out relatives. . .grandparents, aunts, cousins,
parents. . .in CA and AZ. AZ recently passed these "Draconian" immigration laws and it's obvious to everyone
down here, except the folks who are wealthy enough to remain prejudiced, that "the illegals" formed a big chunk
of the economy. Gas stations sales in some areas are down over 50% (check the facts in Fortune Magazine, Feb 4th, '08
issue) Apartment buildings are empty all over. Grocery stores are broke. Signs posted on telephone poles like concert flyers
advertise: "Humanitarian Aid Is Not A Crime". Some genius at the white house passed a law making you eligible for
felonyship if you were to help the Guatemalan women mentioned earlier. It shouldn't be a political issue to help another
human being out.
Good News for California, however, there's groups of thiry Mexicans just
hanging outside of Costco-Home Depot-Wal-Mart looking for work, hoping to contribute.
Remember: Real Life is the
best source of information. Electronic media has all been tampered with before it reaches you. Even this. You've got to
get out and see it for yourself.
Have a beautiful time wherever you are.
Bisbee, AZ. I heard so many wonderful things about Bisbee, AZ. The artists, the elevation, the desert. Yeah,
it's got scenery. It's got art. But the place is weird. Partly bad weird and partly good weird. The Billionares
don't share the wealth with the locals, the dirts poisonous, and apparently it's the pill-popping capitol of the south.
There are some wonderful, successful people here. But keep in mind what a small locale this is. After you've been here
for a week the "strange bug under a rock" factor has worn off.
We went to have dinner with one
of the more interesting people we've met here. We took a wrong turn at the top of the canyon and drove down some unsuspecting
neighbors driveway. A pack of hairy gray dogs parted and ran as we approached. Oh. . .wait. . .they're not dogs. . .they're
wild dog. . .pigs. And the man is feeding them. There's big ones and little ones. Hopping and running.
"Uh,
hey. . . do you know where our friend blah blah blah lives?"
"Oh, uhhh. . .just over there in that green
house- see it?" He points.
"Thanks."
"Bye the way- don't tell anyone I'm feedin
the javelinas, the city just passed an ordinance. . . "
"Sure, thanks. .'
Here's what
other people have to say about Biz:
Carol (Matt's mom): I like old Bisbee, it's kind of a fun little town.
But you get out to Warren and it's kind of bleak.
Pat: At the Safeway parking lot walking past the cars, I've
never seen so many chihuahuas inflated to the size of sixty pound sausages. Just like laying in the back of cars. They eat
good down here.
Karl (Matt's Grandpa- he's 81): It's a good place to be from, I was just gawkin the
whole time. Even when you get out on the flats you can see all sorts of things. However, I got two trips in one. First and
Last.
Matt: Ahhh, !*#% Bisbee. You know I just can't help it when I see a flatnose school bus drive by. God,
that would be a great cabin.
Olivia (she's 6): Ummm. . .I dunno. I like Bisbee. Because I don't know.
Bob:
It's just a bizarro place Becca. Everybody gots the crud.(We think its the tailings Bob)
Becca: I like all the creativity
the locals have used to smuggle the Mexicans in. Dressing the ladies up like gay joggers. . .running to a bus. For those
of you inclined towards patriotic judgment here "oh, they shouldn't be helping those people etc. . ." I should
remind you that. . .we'll talk about this later. I like that my wardrobe has gotten ten times more valuable. Because
all my vintage thrift store treasures cost ten times more here. I don't like the toxic dust stuff blowing off the tailings
pile that make up the back drop of this oh so quaint little town.
Then again- We're still here aren't we?
Must be some energy vortex thing everyone keeps telling me about.
There ya have it.
Are you sure this is the barber shop? It's looks like an RV park.