I admit that I was ignorant of the rich history of Parkland Hospital in Dallas Texas, until a friend e-mailed me about this health facility’s latest claim to fame. If you remember, Parkland was "famous” for being the place where President John F. Kennedy, died after being assassinated by Lee Harvey Oswald on November 22, 1963. Ironically Lee Harvey Oswald also breathed his last there, after being "erased” by Jack Ruby, who himself expired there.
Parkland’s new claim to fame may yet overshadow its past history. It is now a place that boasts a maternity ward that oversees the birth of about 16,000 babies annually, averaging out to 44 babies per day, 70 percent of whom are born to illegal aliens. The hospital now has nine prenatal clinics, and offers a pay incentive for bilingual speakers. Medical students now have Spanish added to their curriculum of studies.
I really want to see something positive in this, celebrating new life and all that, welcoming the stranger at the (hospital) gate, no questions asked. Yet there is a question nagging at me. Who is paying for this? The answer keeps hitting me in the stomach. You are – Citizen Sucker!
make it official. Welcome to the United
States Suckers of
America, where you can get all that you can grab, for free, as long as
you don’t make the mistake of becoming a citizen!
Has God ever assembled such a nation of ridiculously kindhearted suckers in one spot on the planet? Only He knows, but I cling to the belief that it must be part of His plan to keep American citizens working however many jobs it takes, to pay for all of those strangers at the gate, in the backyards, in the maternity wards, or wherever else they have assembled. Nothing else makes sense.
Why is our nation trying to destroy itself in such a variety of those multicultural, diversity-driven ways? God admonished us to be kind to the stranger at the gate, but nowhere does He say that we should make things easier for the stranger at the gate than for your own, legal American families.
I came to this country as a stranger through the (front) gate and was welcomed. Now I feel overwhelmed. I am overwhelmed by the avalanche of privileges afforded to those who have not stood in line, whose jobs have not been outsourced, or who are not required to subsidize any and all programs, many of which are incomprehensible. About half of the population of one country, mainly the poor, "in sourced” themselves to this country, encouraged, aided and abetted by their own government and some so called leaders in our society. I sympathize with the plight of those seeking a better life, but I can no longer afford to pay. Too many days I am provided with concrete and painful proof, that I am barely clinging to the Census Bureau definition of the "middle class.”
"Happily” I now settle for a job that pays about one-third of what I used to command. I get turned down for jobs because I am not "bilingual,” in spite of the fact that I fluently speak English, some French and also comprehensible Spanish. I even speak "American,” and I know the difference between football and soccer! That doesn’t count? I do not want to hear the "retraining” spiel. I am already "retrained.” I now press "1” for English.
Just last evening at the job where I currently earn my keep, I answered the telephone and a gentleman asked if I "speak de Spanish." I answered in flawless Castilian Spanish: "No hablo Espanol." I further told him that we would have a Spanish-speaking person present: "Manana, a las nueves" (tomorrow at 9). When I hung up, it dawned on me that I had just told this gentleman that I do not speak Spanish, in Spanish! I laughed hysterically. I meant no disrespect, and in a strange way I think that he understood that I meant that I probably did not speak his dialect.
I came home to find a problem with my Internet connection. I put in a call to my ISP. As I now know the drill, I obediently pressed "1" for English. Maybe I should have pressed "2," for Spanish, and taken advantage of a chance to brush up on my Spanish. I am praying that the day will not come when we will have to press "9" for English, English having fallen way down on the dialing and cultural hierarchy.
Let me try to pull a silver lining from this cloud. I am trilingual. I know how to say "Hello” in at least three languages. I will be able to fit into this "brave new world (order)," where sovereignty is lost or willingly given up for the "greater hemispheric good." Alas, that silver lining is not making its presence felt. Except for the fact that I don’t imbibe, I would pour myself a Vodka. Maybe it is time to begin!