The places we go.

Some people like to call me a racist.
Truth is, I'm not. I'm just incredibly critical (of everyone).
I am not against black people, or mexicans, asians, russians or whatever. I am, however, against people who can't give to others what is given to them.

Example:
Illegal immigrants. They work, tax free. They send the money back to Mexico, China, Vietnam - etc. Then, they are somehow magically granted free tuition for school and magical rights to vote. Hmm. Not even a citizen. Yes. They piss me off.

Example:
Refugees: I understand that we saved them... I am not for saving people. If the USA was in a huge crisis, I can guarantee that no one would step in and save us - and if they tried we would hate it.
Somehow, we continue to save the world. We grant our refugees 10,000 dollar housing allowances. They don't have to work for a period of time. They don't pay taxes for 7 years - but my taxes and yours buy their house, their food. Somehow they are granted magical voting rights and scholarships.
I don't like that.

If there is "racism" or "racial profiling" in this country, it's against white people. There is no white history month. There are no "just because you are white" scholarships. I can't get ANY aid because I'm white and because my dad makes over $70,000 a year. That's fair. Not. But I know, my taxes will pay for all the illegals, refugees, native americans (i am actually okay with that) and african-americans to go to school... for free. Oh, don't forget the athletes with 2.0 GPA's.
So I will work full time and keep my 3.5 so that you all can go to school for free. Oh, and when I need something - all those people certainly won't be there for me. Good thing I enjoy being "one for... one."

I am very much against socialism. Socialism is basically Communism's little sister. I don't want more taxes. I don't want to pay for your health care. I don't want to pay for bike paths, etc. America is on a slippery slope. It's corrupt.

I suggest following Glenn Beck or Sean Hannity.

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The Second Hand

A little red sprinter
Passing others quickly
Or, like a business man that’s trying to get to his meeting
On time.

This little red hand
The second hand
Measures every aspect of our lives
It touches everything.

It controls everything.

“When the red hand passes the 12, you’re late”
Who sat down,
Who created this little red life one day?
This eternal, little red life.

If I will it to stop
Or if I break it
Nothing will change.
There is no meaning in the red piece of plastic.

It’s what we can’t see.
That’s what we can’t control.