American Citizen?

On an usually hot and sweaty day last week, I stopped in the local Burger King to fulfill my lusting desire of luscious red meat. While I was comfortably sitting in the filthy booth, chewing my 8000 calorie meal, my eyes began to wander around the joint. I was stunned to find that most of the cheap advertising signs that were displayed on the white walls were in Spanish. Now don't get me wrong, I am not racists against dark people, look at my picture, but now it is time to take a look at the real meaning of an American citizen. Most of the time, especially living in California, everything is in English...and Spanish. I was surprised when I had purchased a brand new, high tech wireless keyboard for my PC, and the Spanish instructions were in front of the English instructions. I myself have been to Mexico, and if you don't speak Spanish, you get the craziest, I am going to kill you until your dead Clint Eastwood looks.

A couple years ago, I knew a man, (Name I will not mention) who was an illegal alien living in the country. This guy was able to get the perks of government benefits, including food stamps and medi-cal. I had run into financial troubles that year and was in need of medi-cal myself. I applied for medi-cal and received an usually fast response a week later. As I eagerly opened the giant yellow envelope, my widened eyes experienced full fury as I, taxpayer for years and American citizen, was denied medi-cal benefits. However, this illegal alien that I knew was not the only illegal alien I have had companionship with, there were probably several hundreds, in which good ol' Uncle Sam treated like his first born son, and us, the American citizens, are treated like distant cousins as we get our hot dogs thrown in the sand.

In the recent wake of the Haiti disaster, Mr. President recently said that America would step up and give the citizens of Haiti the supplies and aid that they are in need of. Now I feel bad about what has happened in Haiti, and it is good for people around the world to aid in any disaster, however, I have a few reservations with this. The United States has been in a financial disaster for the past few years. Those of us who reside in golden California knows what its all about. When half of California was burnt like a hockey puck steak at Sizzler, the cotton tops in government offices provided no disaster relief. Years ago, when Japan went into a recession, it was reported that the United States gave "trillions" to the sinking nation. Over here, senior citizens who defended old glory on the mounts of Iwo Jima have to worry about getting their social security butchered so Congress can set sail with their mistresses as they delicately sip on tax payer champagne.



The Uncompromisable Truth is that the United States treats its citizens lower than the viewer ratings of Fox's Doll House. It continues to baffle me how such a nation that extends its hands to other nations and illegal aliens so easily, has poor helpless children in Alabama eating a piece of bread for dinner. Lowly Vietnam veterans are sitting against city street walls, begging for nickles to get by while Mr. and Mrs. Jose Garcia Gonzalez are given a government grant to buy a house, only using their nationality to qualify. When an American Citizen runs out of unemployment compensation, then you and your children are told, "better luck next time" but when a tree falls down in Antarctica, the U.S. is there to shell out one billion dollars to replant that tree. So songs like "America" and "My Country" are just the words of a dreamer who imagined a country existing for its citizens. And that, my friends, is The Uncompromisable Truth.