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A California boy's story and what it means today November 15, 2006 I have been sending your web site, by cutting and pasting addresses, to people who send jokes to me since 1998. And I’ve been telling them to send it on to everyone they know. I tell them to stop bitching about illegal immigration and get involved. I am in high gear now. For me it’s about obeying laws. Funny thing is, I have received mostly positive replies. I have a field day on the negative ones. When they try all their weak arguments, I tear them apart. You see, I am 47 now but I grew up in Corona, California. I was a very polite and mellow kid and I watched two of my friends, at two different times, as they were shot and killed by paint-sniffing Mexican criminal invading gang members. Two days before Christmas of 1975, I was walking from my car with two friends and my brother, when we were shot at from over a fence! We ran inside the Del Taco and called the cops. One of bullets whizzed by within about two inches of my ear, and I never will forget that sound. The cops came and we pointed out the yard the bullets came from. We went home and told our parents. Then we boys and our three fathers went down to the Corona Police station to see what the hell they found. We were all at the counter watching six cops kicking back with their feet on desks. They told us they drove by and said they really didn't see anyone and told us we should just go home and forget about it. This is where it got really good. The temperature in the room began to boil as my friend’s dad flipped out his I.D. before them and ordered five of them to their cars. He told the sixth one to stay there and guard the donuts. You see he was the Warden of the Chino Prison and far outranked any of them and their boss. They flew to their feet. He rode with one of them. We all arrived at the house and pounded on the door. The mother answered the door speaking Spanish. I guess she thought the Spanish crap would make us go away. But my friend’s dad spoke Spanish too. He told her she had three seconds to have them out in the living room or they would all, including her, be charged with attempted murder. Her English suddenly came back to her as she yelled to the back of the house “Get the hell out here now!” Three boys came out, and one was as pale as a ghost. He was the shooter and was staring at six guns pointed at him. All three were arrested. I have no sympathy for any Latino, none at all. I have known for years that they are trying to take over our country. So I thank you very much and you have my permission to put this up on your web site (usbc.org) or send it to whomever you wish, including our lazy politicians. Gregory H Lester |