Here I sat this morning, comfortable with the fact that it was time to tally the votes, knowing at that point, every issue, and every candidates chance was 50/50.

Then the afternoon mail came. As usual, my son went to the lock boxes to pick up the mail. He turned around to see a bald headed young man, who then asked him if he wanted to buy some tamales? He had none of the said un-kosher and un-county checked morsels with him. My son declined nicely.

As the young bald headed guy begins to turn away, my son (who is 13 and very astute) said he saw on the guys earlobe, a tattoo, and what he saw of it was "S 13".......................

He then came in and told me. That was one of those moments, when you can hear the blood rushing to your head, your own bodies reponse in a moment of sheer panic, an instinctual attempt to keep you standing and coherent.

Sure I called the local gang enforcement detective, I know him, he has been over here before. I'm sure he'll be interested in having his people come out, and make a good show, do some poking around, maybe the guilty ones will leave, sure they have the resources, we do not.

Then, the polls started coming in, and the announcement that Bush was going to do exactly what we had all suspected, get a good whiff of DNC butt to get his amnesty plan through, after all, his own who stood in the way of it were on their way out now.

Needless to say, we still have Ted Kolonoscopy with us, we'll get him sticking it to us for another four years, and serving the illegals of Oregon on a silver platter.

My town, and state feel really hostile right now, but then again, it was before this, it is now hostile with a good liberal explanation for it all.

Yeah guys, I feel sick right now, my world has narrowed and I am not one of those people who like being boxed in. I do plan to stick to the fight, but......I hope and pray to do it somewhere else, where I do not have to worry about my family, like I do now. This way, I will have more energy to devote to getting these people out of here.

In the meantime, we have to try to find a miracle to move with.

S 13.........nice......what was he putting in those tamales? One could only imagine.