I thought a person is supposed to apply for asylum and be accepted before making arrangements to move to that respective country.

Since when did the Spanish speaking people of the world take that to mean just show up and you get automatic asylum? Who said the door is always open?

What if fifteen million non-Spanish speaking people from the USA just showed up in Mexico or any country in South America saying open the door, we’ll work for nothing? We want to be your slaves. How do you think any one of those countries would respond? We’ll do the work your people don’t want to do. We’ll work for low wages. We have very few needs, but we need to send some money back home so our families can eventually join us. It’s a win-win.

There is a huge translation gap between English and Spanish that needs to be closed.

Slavery is always wrong, whether you claim to want to be enslaved just to get your foot in the door or not. It’s wrong. It’s vile. Anyone who engages in that process is responsible for the promulgation of enslavement around the globe.

Spanish speaking people have a lot to answer for by agreeing to be enslaved, by doing jobs they convinced everybody that only slaves would do, so someday they could be free, rich and powerful and overtake those they hoodwinked.

When the black Africans were freed in America, the Spanish speaking people of the world saw an opportunity and seized upon it. Hey, we’ll be your slaves. You still have fields that need tending, crops that need picking; we’ll do it. Just let us in.

The rest is a long sordid history that should have been resolved long ago, if not for those wanting to be slaves in a country other than their own.

If somebody tells you to enslave them, you don’t do it.

There needs to be laws prohibiting enslaving people who want to be enslaved for future financial and political gain, and those laws need to be enforced.

Yeah, I get it alright. You say you’ll do a job only slaves can do, and you do it long enough so eventually the country where you’re enslaved needs you, it can’t function without you, thus has to accept you finally as a non-slave equal to everybody else.

The perversity that Spanish speaking people imposed on countries where they wanted to live, but couldn’t afford to, has grown like a devastating cancer that hurts every person in the country where they made offers to business people that were not refused.

One slave group replaced another slave group in one country and now both groups threaten the well-being and existence of everyone not in those groups.

Those countries of origin are equally to blame, yet they too want to destroy everybody in America not yet enslaved. White people they call them.



The English

Let’s debate the English – for a change of pace.

The English always look for a debate.

Pose a statement and they’ll turn it into a question, then it’s open for debate.

Debate. Debate. Debate.

Delay. Delay. Delay.

Deny. Deny. Deny.

Hope you die while we take it under advisement.

Your views have been noted. What does noted mean anyway?

Let’s debate the English for a change in theme.

Anybody with an animal fur coat or a friend or family member with an animal fur coat or anything else made from skinning an animal is excluded from this debate.

Go ahead, get started. I’m not a debater.

I trust my statement, otherwise I wouldn’t state it.

Anything with fur on it, burn it. Now.

Who knows what hides in those fibers? Lurks? Okay. There you go again. Trying to debate which word works best.

That’s not a debate, that’s a delay technique.

Honest debate is not about winning. It’s about fact-finding.

Burn the coats, hats, trims, all of it.

It hasn’t been identified yet, but it’s bad.

It’s killing people. Poisoning them. Dosing them? It’s in the animal, not the process. The animal is the hair is the skin.

It enters through your pores. It loves oil, so oil up and die quicker.

Craves fats/oils. It loves scents – natural, artificial – even scents the human olfactory lobes may and may not be able to detect. All animals smell. There’s something about the human animal though.

Burn them now. Make a public display. No not the live animal you idiot. The fur you took from the once live animal.

Why are the English so sensitive about being called idiots? I don’t know and I don’t care. Always taking offense at everything. Always preaching good manners when they have none. What’s that about?

Then release all the animals on all the fur farms. That’s what they’re called, right? Fur Farms? It doesn’t really matter does it, when you know exactly what I mean? I always feel strange about putting the question mark at the end of some sentences, when clearly in some instances it belongs in the middle.

Torture chamber is more accurate.

Farm conjures up something warm, positive, inviting, safe, about grass, plains, hills, fences, sun, that stays all the way through the torture, and lingers after the slaughter in the mind of the ponderer, that is not appropriate to the deed nor the process.

But they do raise them, meaning breed and feed them while enslaving them till they grow enough hair well for you know what.

The fur animals. The terrorists skin the animals while alive, kicking, trying to screech.

What do they do with the skinned animal?

What does mink taste like? And who are they selling this live flesh to? It’s important that we know where the live flesh is going and who is consuming it. Yes, fox, bear, lion, snake, deer, all of them.

All fur and skin animals.



Bloody What?!

Does the way in which a group expresses themselves tell you anything about the group that maybe you should know?

Bloody this. Bloody that?



I’m Cree

Cree, when I asked I was told through a physical medium – scrabble tiles I used during my rehabilitation from a toxic brain injury caused by toxic molds.

I wasn’t too pleased with that, considering their hunting nature, but then all Indians share that nature. I still don’t like it.

Canadian. On my Grandfather’s side. I’m a Scot French Canadian Cree. Ernest Romanzo Davidson was my grandfather. He died early, when my mother was six years old. My grandmother told me, “your mother will never tell you this, but you have Indian blood in you.” I believed her.

He was born in a Scottish community in Inverness, Quebec.

Romanzo is Italian. Don’t know what that all means. Maybe I’m Italian too. Crees are noted for their cross-breeding.

Maybe my grandmother was part Indian too. My mother said she had a touch of Dutch, from upstate New York in her from her mother, but never said the rest of what she was.

Nanny never did say who I got the Indian from, and I didn’t ask.

In a letter from my mother when she was eighty-two years old, she said her father was delivered by an Indian. That’s the closest she ever came to saying anything about it. I felt like she was leaving something out, but didn’t question her. It didn’t matter.

I was part Russian most of my life until Lithuania became independent of the Soviet Union, then I was Lithuanian. I felt like I lost something, not knowing what.

My father is English and Lithuanian, also Irish and Welsh. Davies.

I could be part Chinese for all I know. My parents didn’t talk about stuff like that. Probably because we had a mixed heritage – which one do you focus on? None most likely.

Hey, maybe I’m Spanish.

~ Sharon Lee Davies-Tight