Jim wrote:

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Jim wrote:

"Chuck Gould" wrote in message
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On Feb 1, 6:43�am, John H. wrote:
Scary ****.

http://www.freemarketcure.com/brainsurgery.php

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John H

Almost begins to rival this:

http://www.usatoday.com/news/nation/...lth-care_N.htm

Be worried Chuck. The no pays are slowly shutting down our healthcare
system. They get priority service while you wait for your insurance
and financial history gets scrutinized before you get to be seen.
Usually there is a co-pay involved too. But that's OK. It's our duty
to stand aside while the wetbacks and our own entitled folks go to
the head of the line for free.


The "wetbacks?"

Jesus, you really are a creep.
What would you call them?


This song's for you, Jim:


DEPORTEES
(Plane Wreck at Los Gatos)
words by Woody Guthrie, music by Martin Hoffman

The crops are all in and the peaches are rotting
The oranges are packed in the creosote dumps
They're flying you back to the Mexico border
To pay all your money to wade back again

Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye Rosalita
Adios mis amigos, Jesus y Maria
You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane
All they will call you will be deportees

My father's own father, he waded that river
They took all the money he made in his life
My brothers and sisters come working the fruit trees
They rode the big trucks till they lay down and die

Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye Rosalita
Adios mis amigos, Jesus y Maria
You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane
All they will call you will be deportees

The skyplane caught fire over Los Gatos Canyon
A fireball of lightning, and it shook all the hills
Who are these comrades that died like the dry leaves
The radio tells me they're just deportees

Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye Rosalita
Adios mis amigos, Jesus y Maria
You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane
All they will call you will be deportees

We died in your hills and we died in your deserts
We died in your valleys we died on your plains
We died 'neath your trees and we died in your bushes
Both sides of the river we died just the same

Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye Rosalita
Adios mis amigos, Jesus y Maria
You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane
All they will call you will be deportees

Some of us are illegal, and others not wanted
Our work contract's out and we have to move on
But it's six hundred miles to that Mexican border
They chase us like outlaws, like rustlers, like thieves.

Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye Rosalita
Adios mis amigos, Jesus y Maria
You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane
All they will call you will be deportees

Is this the best way we can grow our big orchards
Is this the best way we can grow our good fruit
To fall like dry leaves and rot on the top soil
and be called by no name except "deportee"

Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye Rosalita
Adios mis amigos, Jesus y Maria
You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane
All they will call you will be deportees


--
George W. Bush - Worst President Ever, to the very last minute of the
very last day of his term.