California Conservative

Congratulations Democrats!

LA’s May Day was a huge success! The leaf blowers were silenced, the air was clear, emergency rooms were empty, and the smoke-belching clunkers driven by millions of unlicensed and uninsured illegals were safely parked for much of the day, unclogging our usually-constipated freeways for speeds not seen since the 1984 Olympics! Crime, collisions, and classroom sizes were all down, and commuters returned from work with enough time to mow their lawns and clean their homes before dinner. For one day, Americans caught a glimpse of life without illegals and saw that life wasn’t so bad.

Democrats should be especially proud. Forty-six years after JFK inspired millions of American children to serve their country, the Party’s new Marxist leadership herded a million foreign nationals with vague demands of justice and fairness, redefining si se puede into a crude form of what’s in it for me?

The Party has finally devolved into a cult. Democrats court members the way perverts cultivate neglected children. They spit words like fairness, justice, and racism the way spoiled children spit mashed peas. But like the cranky children they are, they deserved a good spanking and a time-out. For one day, Angelenos enjoyed some peace.

“Go back to Boston! Go back to Plymouth Rock, Pilgrims! Get out! We are the future. You are old and tired. Go on. We have beaten you. Leave like beaten rats. You old white people. It is your duty to die… Through love of having children, we are going to take over.”

Children aren’t born bigots. Bigotry is neither racial nor genetic. Bigotry is an acquired taste – as easy and addictive as a first cigarette.

Like the Cootie games played at schoolyards and drinking fountains, bigotry is a group activity. It is not fun unless others are in on the joke. Bigotry must be practiced like a piano, cultivated like a garden, and allowed to age in cool dark places far from the light.

Those who question Augustin’s bigotry are attacked as oreos, racists, and tacos. These epithets terrify the fainthearted, for they are as insoluble as the evil eye, hexes, spells, cooties, voodoo, and other primitive superstitions. Augustin and others like him use them, for they cannot exist without them.

“California is going to be a Hispanic state. Anyone who doesn’t like it should leave.”

Bigotry is a political art that commands the psyche of targeted groups to make them their own. Individuals either ignore its coercion, or surrender to it. Many who resist are ostracized and suffer socially and professionally, while those who surrender inoculate themselves from derision by targeting others.

By framing bigotry as a white-male-Christian-heterosexual- conservative-Republican-pro-Israel attribute, the party that enlisted the KKK, Jim Crow, and segregation to control freed slaves now use words like fairness and justice to hammer non-believers as political heretics. They hammer in classrooms, on the streets, and in the media.

But cavemen like Augustin don’t understand freedom or America. To Augustin and grifters like him, America represents opportunities to exploit hatred by projecting it away from themselves. Augustin speaks for no one of cultural or spiritual consequence. The immigrants I know and love came to America with strong family values, good hearts, and an unflagging yearning to become American. To them, Augustin is an embarrassment – a third-world loser looking for walls to tag and cripples to mug. Augustin hates Americans because we remind him of his irrelevance.

“Remember 187 — proposition to deny taxpayer funds for services to non-citizens —was the last gasp of white America in California.”

The United States isn’t a geography, but an idea made of laws that has freed billions of people throughout the world. Humanity lives better today because millions of Americans gave their energy and blood to let freedom ring

Because America is more of an idea than a place, multicultural bigotry is antithetically un-American. It is a blister upon America’s supple breast, a virus spread by one infectious group to poison others. Those who question it often become the object of it: If you like cooties, you must have cooties too. Those not steeled by self-confidence and education risk coming down with the illness and spreading it to others.

“The American southwest seems to be slowly returning to the jurisdiction of Mexico without firing a single shot.”

As an LA cop, I sought assignments in poor neighborhoods like Pacoima because that was my first home. When my mother arrived in 1956, she had no intention of returning to Brazil. She worked for tips at a local restaurant because no one could legally employ her.

I walked a beat and responded to radio calls. Immigration status only crossed my mind while arresting murderers, burglars, robbers, rapists, and junkies who had no business in the United States. I was a marine and a cop, but LA’s Special Order 40 undermined my promise to protect and defend LA residents. The Mayor’s order is partly why my peers live outside of Los Angeles, and why violent crime in LA remains well above the national average.

I was most distressed at shootings, stabbings, and traffic accidents where people lay bleeding. I rode with injured men, women, and children to hospitals already full of illegals who sat watching sit-coms while their babies drowned out the canned laughter. Those I rode with had no insurance, so LA residents paid for their treatment. I accompanied the dying into operating rooms where doctors hacked through breastbones, cauterize bleeders, and massaged quivering hearts. I recovered the bullets so the murder cases wouldn’t fall apart if the doctors didn’t testify. You, the taxpayer, always picked up the tab.

“We have an aging white America. They are not making babies. They are dying. The explosion is in our population… I love it. They are shitting in their pants with fear. I love it.”

As the Catholic Church preyed on their children, Latino gangs robbed, burglarized, intimidated, shot, drugged, extorted, and stabbed illegals who didn’t move fast enough, didn’t have cash, offended their assailants, or just for fun. Women were most vulnerable, often raped or beaten by husbands or boyfriends who later abandoned them. Only a fraction of these crimes were ever reported, unless the woman’s death or injury made reporting unavoidable. That’s when I’d get a call, protect the crime scene and look for witnesses. The summer evening crowds gathered around the tape, but few came forward. Organizations like Pico-Union’s El Rescate, the Catholic Church, ACLU, and Amnesty International had warned them that cops like me could not be trusted to help them.

“We are politicizing every single one of these new citizens that are becoming citizens of this country… I gotta tell you that a lot of people are saying, ‘I’m going to go out there and vote because I want to pay them back.’”

Friday night footbeats were not unlike the Wild West. The bars that lined Van Nuys Boulevard were packed as tightly as the thrift shop miniskirts worn by the girls. Freshly scrubbed rancheros packed these smoky discotheques, where last week’s kiss became this week’s triangle. Unless they were stabbed, shot, or rolled in the alley, many drove home drunk.

The traffic accidents were the worst – smoking deathtraps sometimes filled with children whose lives ended on windshields, dashboards, or the pavement. Many of these children looked like my own. Gore is part of the landscape, but it does not haunt like the cold skin of a broken child.

Centuries before Al Qaeda and today’s nuclear threats, Pieter Breughel depicted a landscape that now haunts the imagination of many Americans. If you search the despoiled scene long enough you will find two lovers who are too preoccupied with themselves to care about what approaches on the horizon. Their sentry sees, but cannot act on what others refuse to see.

“We are practicing ‘La Reconquista’ in California.”

Although I retired from the LAPD six years ago, my heart did not. I left the job to politicians who care more about their careers than my country. I left my country to prosecutors too paralyzed to act. I’ve left my courts to judges who use foreign laws to adjudicate cases. I left Justice to lawyers who hate the words and symbols printed on their 40% cut of taxpayer dollars.

Although others think my country is dead or dying, I know that we are only sleeping – taking an afternoon nap after an infancy of agriculture, war, industry, and technology. But I caution those who test our will. A few insects may topple a some towers, but ideas are much harder to kill. You must kill us in our sleep, but don’t let us awaken before your deed is done. And if we awaken, hold onto our ankles as long as you can. Enjoy the last moments of your meaningless lives. America stirs. Make your cuts fast and deep. Don’t let us stand!

Had we secured our borders decades ago, disenfranchised Latinos might have forced revolution in their own countries. Instead, Central America used our borders as pressure valves to Americans eager to exploit the desperate masses. We enjoyed their products and services like a bottle of scotch, hoping that the party would not leave us with headaches in the morning.

“They’re afraid we’re going to take over the governmental institutions and other institutions. They’re right. We will take them over… We are here to stay.”

But the headaches have come with rising taxes, closed hospitals, overcrowded schools, gangs, and the social and cultural changes that come with open borders. Those who questioned our policies decades ago were ridiculed as intolerant. But after centuries of manipulating the Negro psyche, Democrats hope to control the Latino psyche by blocking their education and instilling the same racial superstitions they use on gullible blacks. And by using multiculturalism as a pretext, Latino handlers can control the information that gets to their populace. Frightened and frustrated Latinos make obedient slaves, as long as the ACLU and Catholic Church manage the virtues they bring with them.

“We need to avoid a white backlash by using codes understood by Latinos…”

As the protest date approached, a disgusted man said he would never again vote for Latinos because he cannot trust them. This is what Democrats want – another two-hundred years of political division along racial lines. The media profits from it and our schools and unions promote it, because the Democrat Party cannot survive without it.

David Hernandez is running for office in Los Angeles. He spent years fighting the ACLU and other godless politicians to keep our historic county seal intact. His heart says more than his name and dark complexion. Unlike David, Augustin and his ilk need bigotry’s multicultural hammer. They use it because they are nothing without it.

“Por La Raza todo. Fuera de La Raza nada!”
(Everything for the Race - Nothing outside the Race)

As a lifelong Angeleno and 30-year public servant, I know that good men and women come in all colors and walks of life. They may not have names we can pronounce, but they are the real face of America. Those who would shatter America’s melting pot into ethnic pieces are not real Americans. They should be ignored like the marching mobs that gave us our vacation without illegals.

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Clark Baker is a senior contributor* to CaliforniaConservative.org. He is an author, a filmaker, a father and a retired LAPD officer. And he’s currently running for a seat on the California Assembly.

You may read more of Clark’s work here and regarding his campaign here (Scroll down). For more, visit JoinClark.com, the official campaign website.

UPDATE:
Rightwing Nuthouse: “Intellectual Dishonesty of The
Open Borders Crowd”
Michelle Malkin: “The Backlash Begins”

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