by Marvin Ramirez

I was asked if I support Amnesty

Marvin Ramirez

I received an email with the first line asking me: Do you support Amnesty?

The email contained a statement that really touched my intelligence.

“The “Gang of Eight” immigration bill, S. 744, has the potential to transform America, literally. This thinly veiled amnesty plan would almost instantly legalize 11 million (or more) illegal immigrants, threatening our national security, our economy and our way of life.”

Really? I said to myself. I didn’t know that! How can that be?

I know many undocumented people who would not be and have been a danger to our security.

They have been living here for many years, decades, in the shadows. Being in the shadows means that they cannot get exploited by the IMF via the IRS, a private corporation. Being in the shadows they cannot build businesses.

However, if they get legalized, they will be able to start investing their hard-earned money in the U.S. – if they felt this will be their secured home.

No more thinking “I am going to be deported at any time, so I am going to send my money away.”

Those who have been already here for decades – in the shadows – how are they going to be a danger and a threat to the U.S. and your way of life now by becoming lawful residents upon becoming lawful residents?

If they are legalized, I assume they will start thinking about the U.S. as their new, permanent home. They will probably vote Republican, given that their culture tend to be conservative: God, family values, and hard work. Republicans think the will become democrats, and will delude the Republican vote power.

Where do you get the idea that they will be a threat to our national security if they are legalized? Whoever believes that, is wrong.

Remember that the reason most of the undocumented are here is because the elite wants them to be slaves here, and make Mexico economically dependent to the U.S., while the elite is sending the U.S. jobs abroad so bankrupting the U.S. economy. Have you noticed that the Chinese are really the invaders? They are the real ones becoming a threat to you, by utilizing the U.S. debt money (bonds) that Communist China is now monetizing to buy the United States’s real state, businesses, media, etc?

Just the women Chinese army is comprised of over 330 million, almost the same number of the entire U.S. population.

Look at the statistics. While you’re leading your fighting against undocumented Latinos, and considering them as enemies, you have in fact being deceived.

The Chinese are the real enemies, they are becoming your food and industrial supplier, including becoming your landlord. They practically own the U.S. now. Wake up America!!!!

Fight the real enemy. The elite’s plan is to create a oneworld- government – and China is one of its leaders.

Soon the North American Union (NAU) will be advertised openly. The contract was signed by Canada Prime Minister, Bush and Vicente Fox. It’s a done deal!

The elite already created the European Union, the African Union and the Asian Union. And they have already signed the contract between Canada, the United and Mexico as the NAU, which will do away with our Constitution and our presidential system. The ruler will be the president of the NAU, an official not elected by the people. By doing this, they have dissolved the sovereignty of those countries, which are now ruled by nonelected leaders, who work at the pleasure of the International Monetary Fund. You should also know that the U.S. is not a country anymore: it’s a Corporation.

That is why Obama – as a foreign-born immigrant – can be the President or CEO – because he is not the President of the country, but rather of the corporation called UNITED STATES OF AMERICA. This is what they never taught you in high school civics class: The United States is a FEDERAL CORPORATION. See 28 U.S.C. Sec. 3002(15) (A) (B)(C). The Federal Reserve is the government. And for your information, Washington, D.C. is a sovereign city-state, not bound by any laws or treatises that the 50 states in the Union are (just as the City of London is not part of England, and the Vatican is also a sovereign city-state).

NAFTA and the many secret deals made between the elite in Mexico and in the U.S. are causing the large influx of undocumented workers as a trade, by design.

They want to turn the once prosperous U.S. into a debtor and third-world country to enslave Americans, and they are doing a good job accomplishing it. In part because of people like you, who are fighting the wrong war.

The bottom line here is that you are fighting the wrong ‘enemy,’ while your country is being stolen by these forces. The undocumented immigrants should be given the opportunity to make a decent living and contribute, while you should attract them to your side to help you win back the Republic.

Hey, at the same time, once you get your Republic back, you can help Mexico’s economy, which in turn will create a positive trading partner, so no Mexican or Central American will have to leave their beautiful countries.

And believe me, many don’t want to be here. Life here has become like living in a real banana plantation republic, a place where you have to work two jobs in order to barely survive.

by Marvin Ramirez

Marvin Ramírez

This passed father day I heard people going to Father’s Day parties; at the supermarket I was wished a happy father’s day by the cashier.

“Well, he died a few years ago,” I said.

“Oh, you’re not a dad yet!” she responded.

“No, not yet,” I said, while a few people hearing the conversation looked at me.

While driving, I heard radio shows dedicating their programming to fathers, some callers recited poems honoring their old man, and others saying eloquent words, remembering the positive roles their dad played in their lives. I heard a man telling young people how they are taken cared of by their fathers while we grow up until we become fathers ourselves.

Every year in the calendar, as Father’s Day nears, my heart saddens. Four days before that day, my father, José Santos Ramirez Calero, left me. He passed on June 12, 2004, in San Francisco. In his agonic state, just before he passed, I was told that he called my name, and then he died. He was gone. I wasn’t there, I didn’t see him part to say good-bye for the last time.

During his funeral, Piero’s song, Mi Viejo, immortalized the memory of my father with his song in my mind and soul. The lyrics and its music will always remain in my heart and will remind me of him until the day when I also have to leave. I can see my father walking slowly and heavy as he went by, just like the song says.

This song has the key that makes me feel the presence of my papá, and makes me cry when I listen to it. It is originally played in Spanish, but you can read the lyrics in English with this translation or listen to the song from the link below. It’s a beautiful, very touching song. I am sure that everyone who listens to it, will also be touched.

José Santos Ramirez Calero

/It’s a good guy my old man, who walks alone and waiting/ he has long sadness, for so much walking/I look at him from afar, but we are so different; is that he grew up with the century, with trolley car and red wine/ My old beloved old man, now he walks shuffling, like forgiving the wind/He has benevolent eyes and a heavy body, the age overwhelmed him, with neither carnival or comparsa/I have young years, and the old years, the pain he carries it inside, and has timeless stories/ My old beloved old man, now he walks shuffling, like forgiving the wind, I am your blood my old man, I am your silence and your time.

You can listen to the song with English subtitles: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Rnisy3nTYl8.

When I was a child, maybe 2 or 3 years old, he took me to the Men’s Procession (La Procession de Varones), a traditional Catholic Church walk attended mainly by men, carrying me on his shoulder. But I was so small, that when he put me down to take a rest, I couldn’t see anything, so he put me back over his shoulder and said to me: “Son, you’re heavy. Let me rest for a while,? and then put me back down.

Those were moments that I really loved: being with my daddy, just him and I, surrounded by thousands of people who attended the walk. He was a very well-known journalist, especially in Managua, a city so small both in size and in population in the 1960s, that he was always greeted by people. He used to tell them: “This is Marvin, my son.” I felt so proud when I shook his friend’s hands, so proud of having a well-known father, and also happy for being his son.

Although he was usually quite, he told me great stories, the kinds that impacted me for the rest of my life.

Smoking was starting to be a fad in my city of birth, Managua.

I saw people smoking very often, with style and with an arrogant face. But I noticed that my father didn’t smoke. And I wanted to know why.

“Papá, why don’t you smoke, too, like the other people?” I asked him. He looked at me, and then up to the ceiling for a minute, and then back at me. He then took a pause and responded to my question, very calmly.

“Son, when I was about 15 years of age, I used to smoke a lot. I liked it. Every night, I couldn’t go to bed without smoking. Money was not easy to get, so it was hard for me to get cigarettes.”

I could see the images of my dad: young, a handsome young man, sucking from a cigarette, like an addict, sitting on the sidewalk of his house while my grandmother was already in bed, for someone to give him a cigarette butt.

“Every evening, at 11 p.m., I waited for this man to pass by, sitting on the sidewalk. Street lighting were pretty dimmed in those days in Managua. The street looked solitary and dark those days at that time. Only people returning home from work would walk that late. It was in the late 1920s and early 1930s, not too long from the day when the U.S. Marines disembarked in Nicaragua and Sandino was about to start his guerilla war against the invaders.

“He would gave me the butt of his cigarette, and I that would make me so delighted: having the last smoke before going to bed. Sometimes I spent my only change to buy cigarettes.

“But one day, I realized that smoking was bad for my health, and saw how my hard-earned money was being burned up in smoke.”

His story was so amazing, that he was practically making me a disciple of no smoking.

“Your money just burns up in the air,” he said, “and do you know how hard it was to make money to live, then?” he asked me. “And on top of that, your mouth and your clothes stink…”

Sometimes people who know me notice that they have never seen me smoking, and sometimes they ask me if have I ever smoked. Inside of me, I know why and laugh. And sometimes I say, “it was a story that my father told me when I was a child that made me a nonsmoker.”

Father, I will always love you and you will always be in my heart. I wish I could turn the clock back and be the best son that I was not when you were alive. I missed you on this Father’s Day.

Angélica Chavarría

Remembering the day that Ms. Angélica Chavarría returned to God.

Was 15 years ago, on Saturday June 22 1998, that Ms. Angelica Chavarría Coello, left this world to give his soul to its Creator.

But the time has not erased the memory and the tender love that she emerged on his family and friends during your stay in the world of the living.

On this day, she is remembered very much by entire beloved entire family, who expect some day to see again in the bosom of God.

Angelica was born in Los Altos de Masaya, Nicaragua, on Sept. 24 1920. She was the mother of her beloved children Leda, María Teresa, Leonel, Ricardo and Alberto. Their brothers and sisters: Alicia, Andrés, Carlos, Melania, Leonor, Mélida, Gonzalo and Olga, and many grandchildren and great-grandchildren who were born before and after her separation.

She was aunt of Marvin Ramírez, editor of The Reporter.

That God keep her in her Kingdom with love and peace.