WAT HAS 8567 FRIENDS.

I was very reluctant to join MySpace for a good while, but was finally convinced by my pretty girl/wifey MJ to get an account, and so I signed up in February. I have my reservations though. Seems like many on on there are looking for their cheap fifteen minutes of fame, to be noticed, to be popular, or at least appear to be. Some really do use it as a popularity contest, almost like high school or something! BLAH!

Mind you, I like MySpace so far for a variety of reasons. It's free, ya get to stay in touch with friends whom you rarely see anymore, and in my case, it actually helped me come out of the closet when some of my family members ran into my page. When used to keep in touch with people you really know and have met in the past, or are still dealing with in your present, the service works well and is quite enjoyable.

HOWEVER:

I run into so many pages of people who have a set of friends in the hundreds, if not thousands! How in tha hell does one individual know so many people, let alone keep in touch realistically with all of them?! Unless you're a big star with a huge fanbase, I doubt your regular average Joe Smith with a MySpace set of 5,768 friends can truly keep in touch with all those people. Does Joe Smith really even freakin' know so many human beings? I find it lame to just add people for addition's sake, as if you're trying to build up your friends list for the sole purpose of appearing loved or popular.

I won't be an ass and deny anyone who's trying to meet me or add me on as a friend. I've actually met some cool people on there. But one has to be realistic and clean up that friends list from time to time and delete many on there who are just there taking up space. Taking up space on MySpace! HAHA! I got some forty friends or so on my list, and for the most part I'd say the vast majority of them really mean something to me. If anyone is on there just because it makes me appear loved and crap, then out they go! I get a lot of webcam slutty girls and gay dudes that wanna join my list a lot. DELETE THEM I SAY!

Everyone now is a musician, actor, poet, writer...you name it! Everybody's talented and special. Or at least wants to be. Hell, I too am probably guilty of it by now. I got this blog and a MySpace page. I TOO WANT TO BE NOTICED DAMNIT! ACKNOWLEDGED! A LITTLE BIT FAMOUS! AND CERTAINLY POPULAR! LOLOL!

For (let's be honest now) why else do we do it right?

SUPERMAN, WHERE ART THOU?

I went to see Superman Returns this past week, and while I liked the film in general, I was a little divided over certain aspects of the picture. I defy anyone who sees this movie to not think of the first two original Superman films and not miss them terribly, for I sure did!

Without spoiling it for anyone who hasn't seen it:

Pros: Brandon Routh is a good choice; adorable, handsome, and eerily reminiscent of the late amazing Chris Reeves. Kevin Spacey is also decent as Lex Luthor. Some of the action scenes are pretty clever and well done too.

Cons: Kate Bosworth makes a terrible Lois Lane. Pretty to look at, but she ain't got much of an attitude or heart in the role. The little boy in the film seemed like an emotional added-on feature which was okay I guess, but left me kinda...eh. The CGI effects were way too glossy and noticeable at times, but this is a common complaint I have about many movies nowadays. And the plot holes and story itself left me unconvinced many times over.

Which brings me to Superman: The Movie and Superman II. The 1978 and 1980 film are now true classics, and when watching the new version, one cannot help but be nostalgic and really miss what the cast and crew of those two original flicks did. Christopher Reeve is forever and undeniably immortalized as Clark Kent and his alter ego. I say, what a legacy this brave and courageous soul left: to actually command a role so thoroughly that subsequent generations cannot actually let go of the character he so brilliantly played! Margot Kidder as Lois Lane? Phenomenal! True heart, soul, and attitude baby! Gene Hackman as Lex Luthor was just plain hilarious and the three super villains led by Terrence Stamp are knockouts. That this new 2006 version tries to connect itself to those first two is to be commended, but at the same time one cannot help but resent it for perhaps trying too hard and falling short. Maybe I'm being too critical, for how can one recapture greatness that is long gone and past right?

Newer generations will probably like this version lots. It's got good looking new actors, expensive special effects, and can keep them entertained just fine for about two and a half hours. They've probably run across the first two films casually on cable or something and could care less about some of the outdated special effects and see them as old relics which desperately needed an update.

But for those of us old enough to remember (like the original Star Wars Trilogy), we cannot forget the magic, the chemistry of those fine actors, the forever embedded images, glorious John Williams score, and overall fun of the first two Superman films.

It makes ya wanna run out and get them on DVD for sure.

YOU CAN NEVER BE TOO RICH OR TOO THIN.

I wanna understand how it is freakin' possible for the visionaries in this incredibly capitalistic country/world of ours to make such enormous fortunes! It is staggering to me how much money these people end up making. Isn't all this money just way too much for one person anyway?!

Warren Buffet just donated some $40 billion to charity and will keep a mere $2 billion of his wealth. After all, the old guy figures his life has been very blessed and he doesn't really have that much longer to live realistically. He should be commended for such an honorable and noble decision.

Of course, there's Bill Gates, to whom we owe the Microsoft Empire. Another filthy rich human being with the world's greatest personal fortune of only: $46.6 billion. My God man! At one point, his wealth actually reached $100 billion! That is so jaw-dropping, but it's also nice to see Gates and his wife being active in charity work. One would hope right? It would really suck if they were so greedy as to not help others! Not that they have to, but it is cool that they do.

Kirk Kerkorian practically owns Las Vegas. The guy has a stake in most of the hotels/casinos on the famous Strip such as the Mirage, Excalibur, Bellagio, and New York, New York. What a great freakin' town to make money in huh? Ironic for sure.

The famous and sometimes hated Walton family: owners of that awful shithole Wal-Mart. I would rather go to Target any day, but there's no denying Sam Walton started an empire allright with his God awful cheap discount superstore which now dots the American landscape like an eyesore.

Ya also got that Mark Cuban guy who owns the Dallas Mavericks. Uh huh. An NBA team. What a cool deal. Started as poor nobody and now look at him. Ya may not have heard of Cuban, but he's rich! Filthy rich! And here I am telling you about it, with a bit of envy as I run through all these wealthy heathens!

Gee. You're a poor mother on welfare, so why not come up with a fantasy story about a boy wizard who goes to a school to learn techniques in witchcraft and sell books to children the world over by the millions? That's exactly what J.K. Rowling has done with her Harry Potter series. Then came the films and she's now worth about a billion. Yada, yada, yada...

And there's the late great Aaron Spelling whose widow is now putting up their opulent gorgeous palatial estate up for sale at a cool $150 million. Wow. Donald Trump comes in with a personal fortune of about $2 billion bucks while Paul McCartney, Martha Stewart, and Oprah are all worth about $1 billion each. Nice.

What tha hell am I doing wrong?! Everything apparently! What tha hell do these people have in them to bring such tremendous wealth and success into their lives? I desperately wanna know their secret!

WHAT THA HELL DO I NEED TO DO TO REACH THESE ASTRONOMICAL HEIGHTS? Frankly, I'm sick of my regular job, of doing boring work, and of not really going anywhere.

I need a vision. Oh please God, do I need a vision...

HAPPY 4TH EVERYBODY!

LOVE. EL AMOR. L'AMOUR.

How cool is this?!

The Mirage Hotel/Casino in Las Vegas officially premiered its Cirque Du Soleil Beatles-themed show last night called Love. Apparently, Paul, Ringo, Yoko, and Olivia Harrison were all there last night for the grand opening.

Hope they all got along. Hee hee!

The reviews for the show are phenomenal. A true visual and audio feast from what I've been reading with a completely digitally remastered set of old classic Beatles tunes mixed and blended for a new kind of sound experience.

I can't wait to see this! I'm a true Beatles fan of course, and the ticket is a little pricey, but entertainment is expensive these days. So, time to save up and head to Vegas when it cools down a bit more.

Cause the heat there right now is killer.

IT IS BIOLOGICAL DAMNIT. WITH SOME ENVIRONMENTAL INFLUENCE OF COURSE.

Whoa! Could this be true?!

WASHINGTON (AP)—Having several older brothers increases the likelihood of a man being gay, a finding researchers say adds weight to the idea that there is a biological basis for sexual orientation.

I dunno man. Let's see. How many older brothers do I have? One, two, three, four, five. Shit! I have five! They say though, that we all have to be related through our mother, which is not my case. But I do have lots of older brothers technically.

The full article: here.

I remember a few years back another attempt to prove that homosexuality was biological was done by a researcher who studied the brains of already dead gay men to see if there was a size difference in the size as compared to heterosexuals, or something to that effect. That study is here: brain study.

And further STILL was another study done to show the difference between certain fingers and their lengths in straight vs. gay men. While all these studies have been very interesting and have been rather accurate and indicative about the biological basis for homosexuality, the jury is still pretty much out proving all of this scientifically.

The only way to truly prove that being gay is truly something you are born with, you need not go far but ask one of your gay relatives or friends how old they were when they knew. And overwhelmingly, most will answer that they were mere children when they truly were aware. Yeah, one's environment can and probably does play a role, but it is minimal compared to just truly being born that way.

Regardless of older brothers, brain size, and finger lengths.

ALL DOGS GO TO HEAVEN.

To everything there is a season...

Well, this is a bit of sad news. A human being that is 16 years old is still a young immature bratty teenager.

A dog this age however, translates into: 16x7= 112 years old. It is seven years for every human one in doggy years correct?

As short as their lifespan is, these amazing animals really are a joy to have as loyal friends and companions. When they die, it truly can be devastating for an owner or family, as they really do become an emotional and important part of our lives.

Well, there goes Moose, the adorable Jack Russell Terrier who was on the enormously popular Frasier sitcom playing Eddie. He was about 16 years old and just recently died.

Forever a part of television history, R.I.P. furry little friend.

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http://www.dailymail.co.uk/pages/live/articles/showbiz/showbiznews.html?in_article_id=392830&in_page_id=1773&ito=1490

THE TRUTH SHALL SET YOU FREE.

Well.

I came out of the closet today. Without even trying really. I almost feel like a celebrity in the tabloids:

Apparently, one of my older half brothers ran into MySpace page, and found out the truth. I’m pretty sure the entire extended empire that is my Dad’s side of the family knows my little secret now as it spreads like those wildfires raging in Sedona, AZ at this moment. I even got a call from my other half brother who was very supportive on the phone about the whole issue. To be honest, I rarely talk to these fools or see them, but this story for sure has me on their "front page headlines." Cyberspace can give u away, and quick!

Ah well. So it goes. Couldn’t hide the "secret" forever right? And I know everyone has suspected or known for years, so I kinda do feel kinda relieved to be honest. And a little uncomfortable too. I dunno man, this is such a delicate controversial issue, and I often feel as though there are still lots of people out there who claim to be accepting of gays, but behind the façade still think we’re going to hell or are just plain fucked in the head.

Case in point: my own mother. When she found out some seven years ago about her son's urge ta screw boys, she broke down, blamed herself, but then came to the conclusion she would love and accept me for who I was.

HOWEVER:

God forbid I talk about this or admit it to other family/friends, for she says her reputation is at stake and that they're gonna blame her and it's just plain embarrassing. One time, she kept saying, "I just don't understand how you can go against nature like this. Men were clearly created for women! None of your other relatives seem to be like this!" Well, she's wrong there! Plenty of fags in my family boys and girls! And more yet to come!

I love mom, but I really don't feel like she gets it, or ever will. And this is why I don't like to discuss this with certain folks and some of my traditional immediate and large extended family. They're all happily married, or have already bred and had children, whilst here I am, one of the lonely few going against the grain. I can't tell you how awful and lonely I felt at my half sister's funeral earlier this year, ta see that lots of my relatives had their own kids now and crap, and there I was...the fag. No chick, no kids, and no connection, other than to grieve for my brave sister. And to have to answer questions about my personal life really makes me uncomfortable...unless I truly get the sense that they're really interested without being judgmental; something a lot of people do to gays and lesbians is ta deal with them as if they were another species or something. Many people just continue to be judgmental, making the chore of revealing this very annoying.

Lemme tell ya, this can be a real lonely existence, and many times, our TRUE families are the friends we make. With my friends, I am myself and don't have to hide anything. I can cuss, express all kinds of faggotries, and not hide behind any barrier as I often feel I have to with my family. Even though they now know per se, I just don't think I can be that comfortable. It just feels too fuckin' weird.

From what they said ta me, it sounds like I'm gonna get lots of acceptance from at least three of the boys in my family. So all in all, this was a good groundbreaking day. I'm hoping I don't get any negative calls or overhear something really rude or just plain mean/hurtful from other blood relatives; just say it behind my back, and let me live my life. You straight boys enjoy girl-on-girl action so much, this ain't really that different.

I've already cried and suffered years ago over this, and have come to love and accept who I am. It's either that, or be miserable, and life's too fuckin' short to be.

What THEY or any others may think that is negative or wrong with male on male action, is not my problem anymore.

JACK'S BACK!

I soooooo hated Jack Black in King Kong! His character in that film was real irritating as the camera basically kept showing his face in one surprised look after another; nothing really to display his enormous natural comic talents whatsoever.

This past weekend however, it was good to see Jack Black once again in great comic form in the very stupid but hilarious Nacho Libre. The film is very simple, full of quirky characters, and loaded with one dumb gag after another. If you liked the inane Napoleon Dynamite, this is your film, directed also by the same Jared Hess.

Filmed entirely in Oaxaca, Mexico with a solid mostly Mexican cast and a really cool soundtrack, Black shines in the film because he is allowed to make all kinds of ridiculous facial expressions, sing silly songs, show off his grotesque body, and speak with the dumbest Antonio Banderas accent ever. I would say that the audience I got to see the film with (which was made up of many Hispanics), really enjoyed the film, despite some possible insulting stereotypes. All in good fun though, and if it made me laugh, then so be it.

The movie is very appropriate for kids too, as it is very sweet and innocent in its overall message without any gratuitous violence or sex scenes which are so common in today's films. I found that aspect quite refreshing actually!

I first noticed Jack Black in the mediocre Orange County which he steals, and next in the tremendous School of Rock, which still stands as his greatest and truly starmaking performance.

And while admittedly, Nacho Libre is full of some flaws here and there and perhaps is really quite stupid and banal: it is worth the fun, the silliness, the absolute innocence and overall enjoyment it brought to me.

¡Viva Jack Black! ¡Viva Nacho Libre!

"WHEN I'M 64."

Well, it's official. Back in 1967, on The Beatles' monumental album Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band, Paul McCartney wrote and sang a song about growing older and turning 64 years of age.

Today is that day. He has turned 64!

Happy Birthday Sir Paul! Thanks for all your terrific music and for being the greatest living songwriter alive!

"MY LONELINESS, IS KILLING ME."

Did any of you see Britney Spears last night being interviewed by Matt Lauer?

Let's see here. You're a world famous very successful recording artist with minimal talent, you've got more money than most of us will ever make in twenty lifetimes over, you're still very young, and can practically live your life any which way you choose to while most of us have to struggle day to day to pay the bills.

YOU BIG GIANT WHINING CHILD! ARGH!

I don't mean to be mean or uncaring to whatever Ms. Spears' problems might be, but she sits there and cries on camera complaining about how the paparazzi will not leave her alone and that she really is a good mother and all. Well, if ya hadn't married such a loser and weren't always trying to get their attention, maybe they'd leave ya alone! And you are a public figure, so it comes with the territory! Spare me Britney!

I got a much more difficult existence than you, and most of us in the real world really have it hard compared to millionaire little you! WA WA WA!

How did this little nothing from Louisiana even become so famous anyway!? She's really not that great! And as Howard Stern and his vicious but accurate crew pointed out, no one harasses Cristina Aguilera that much as they do Spears. Good point. Obviously Britney keeps attracting the photographers to her!

As my good friend Lala so accurately pointed out:

"The thing that struck me (as it always would) about the Spears interview last night was that this bore has MILLIONS, a nice big home, security (and guards) kids, fame,apparently no personal trainer, and she is DEVOID of brain matter, BORING, UGLY,not interesting, FAKE, and definitely DOESNT DESERVE HER MONEY AND FAME! She has nothing special, no real talent, is a dim bulb of unknown origin, wants to be "normal" and doesn't realize that "being country" doesn't mean snapping gum and looking like a slob.THIS THING deserves fame and fortune? While someone with my talent and intelligence LIVES in this shithole job... I could talk RINGS around that DOLTISH IDIOT BRITNEY SPEARS.. and yet..there is something so UNFAIR about the whole process.. why would someone so mediocre have fame and fortune and not me..Oh wait.. I never tried! duh"

Amen.

I RARELY POST PICS OF MYSELF, BUT HERE GOES...

Can ya tell I have a lazy eye? CAN YA?! UGH. Well, taken just a few hours ago, here I am, in all my glory...or lack thereof.

THE THREAT.

"Now do as I say and take off your clothes or else I will have to take out my whips and chains!"

AND LAST BUT NOT LEAST...

One of my favorite pastimes! This is me at Camacho's Cantina back in February of this year.

FLORIDA: THE SUNS..ER..HURRICANE STATE.

Here we go again!

It's a tropical storm at this point, but they're afraid that Alberto will turn into a hurricane as it makes landfall tomorrow morning.

I ask myself, why would anyone want to live in Florida anymore? This state now sounds like an annoying nightmare. Are they going to have to evacuate and prepare for hurricanes that constantly batter them every season from now on? I would imagine that this would become exhausting after a while. I mean, I'm sure this has always been an ordeal for them since time began, but as our little global warming problem continues to get worse, they're gonna have to deal with these large storms more often than ever in their history.

I've never been to Florida, and from what I hear it's a beautiful state, but I'd probably visit it only during winter or spring--lest a hurricane catch me while a tourist over there if I ever were to go!

Hurricanes are nothing new, and records have been kept since the Spaniards came to the Caribbean some 500 years ago. I believe they were the first to name them, hence the tradition we still hold onto today. Even with our modern tracking techniques, these storms still kill and cause large amounts of property damage regardless.

I'm sorry for ye Floridians and the Gulf Coast in general. Here's hoping this hurricane season is quieter than last year's. But it's highly unlikely. We're starting early again. And it's barely June; season ends in November.

Yikes!

SOCCER: WORLD'S MOST POPULAR SPORT WHICH THE U.S. COULD GIVE A CRAP ABOUT.

Well friends, the World Cup 2006 begins today in Deutschland!

WOOHOO! I imagine most Americans could give a flying donkey's ass about it, but those of us with strong recent foreign roots seem to care. I do, mainly because my direct heritage is Hispanic, and my brother got me hooked on watching the games back in 1982, when I witnessed my first World Cup tournament, which then was held in Spain I believe.

Soccer is really not that boring as many like to say. Yeah, I know it's a pretty low-scoring game and the ball seems to just move back and forth and never really go anywhere, but I think what makes the game so interesting are the rabid fans in the stands--their chanting, screaming, and genuine energy really gives the games quite a "kick" (excuse the pun). Soccer hooligans they call them I believe?

Another incentive to watch is that many of the players are quite young and good-looking. Okay, that's purty gay I know, but come on, it's true! HOT DAMN! There be lots of fine ass boys to watch as they play with that ball! Ahem.

And of course, when a goal is scored, it can be quite exciting, since it is such a rarity. The pride and nationalism displayed by the fans when their country's team scores can be quite an exhilarating thing to watch. The flags go up, the feet start a'stompin', and the roar becomes deafening.

By now, most of you must be aware of how hilarious the Spanish-language broadcasts are when a goal is scored. The announcer will usually hold out the call for a good minute or two as he holds out the note and hollers "¡Goooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooolllll!" Yeah, that is kinda cool and pretty unique. Catch some of the games on Univision if ya can, and you'll see what I mean.

So there ya have it. For the next month, soccer shall rule the attention of the world! I'm rooting for any of the Spanish-speaking countries, and our own U.S. soccer team.

Yes. Believe it or not, our team is in the World Cup. Seems to be though, that the rest of the world has better teams and they always seem to beat us early on.

Oh well, we can't be good at everything nor too much of a superpower I guess.

:)

THE OMEN.

OOOOOOOO!!!

Ya see tha date kiddies? Kinda freaky huh? The numbers synonymous with the Prince of Darkness.

Not that I'm expecting something catastrophic to happen today mind you.

BUT...

I do worry in general however, especially ever since 9/11/01, that our planet is precipitating at a faster rate than usual towards something big and perhaps threatening to all life as we now know it. People are no longer feeling safe, thinking terrible things, and being negative in general. Let's face it, does anyone really feel secure after what the world witnessed on that dark September day back in 2001? We do not trust our government, we are at war in a terribly divided and hateful region, and the cost of living only gets worse every day.

What about global warming and the dismantling of our environment right before our very eyes? The polar ice caps are reportedly melting at a terrifying pace, polar bears are dying, the weather keeps getting more insane, hurricanes have gotten frighteningly powerful, earthquakes seem stronger, and we lived to hear about that horrendous tsunami that killed some 300,000 people!

Is the world as we know it coming to an end? The naysayers will argue: "They've been saying that for centuries!" People thought this during the Middle Ages and the onslaught of the Black Plague which killed millions throughout Europe. Surely many believed the world was coming to its demise during WWII, a terrible war which savagely and brutally saw the killing of 50 million souls and unimaginable destruction.

And yet, here we still are. The problem now though is, we are more connected to each other than at any other time in history. More countries and dangerous terrorists have possible access now to destructive nuclear weapons than ever before. Our planet is massively overpopulated with six and half billion people; our resources can only sustain so many. Rapid changes in our environment are occurring right before our very eyes.

How many people have you spoken to that don't have children now, agree that bringing them into this world at this moment makes them think twice?

The sad uncertainty, fear, and overall state of affairs of our world today only makes one wonder if this is truly not the end of things as we know it.

And if not the end, for sure something Earth changing is happening as we speak.

Or is it all just hype?

"YOUR CANDLE BURNED OUT LONG BEFORE, YOUR LEGEND EVER DID."

There have been glamorous, classy, and stylish movie stars since the beginning of film: Garbo, Bacall, Crawford, Davis, Gable, and Bogart--to name just a few.

But none have reached the level of glory as did the late Marilyn Monroe.

Ah Marilyn. I honestly know just the basics on this woman and have probably only seen about two of her films, but what an impact she had in her short, but very successful years as an actress back in the 1950s.

Marilyn was and is America's greatest sex symbol of all time--a blonde bombshell who struck everyone as being an airhead and pretty dumb, but was nothing like most of the characters she played on film. It is said that she had quite an extensive collection of books in her house and was very well-read and informed; a most intelligent and profound woman indeed.

Marilyn beamed and had an extraordinary presence on camera, but sadly had a very difficult and heartbroken personal life. Her mother was mentally ill, she was raised as a foster child, had several failed marriages, suffered from depression, and quite possibly had affairs with very influential men of the time, including the Kennedy brothers. She may have even been bisexual too, supposedly having had a tryst with Joan Crawford, who it is rumored enjoyed the encounter so much that she wanted to repeat it again, but Marilyn declined, and Crawford hated her thereafter. Just like Mommie Dearest to behave like that huh?

Her untimely and shocking death at the young age of 36 was deemed an overdose of pills caused perhaps by suicide, but many to this day believe Monroe was murdered to keep her from revealing too many intimate details about her affairs with powerful men such as the Kennedys.

Marilyn Monroe never had to grow old, and will forever remain young and gorgeous in her movies and pictures. She has inspired countless other artists such as Elton John, Madonna, Gwen Stefani, Andy Warhol and continues to be admired and adored the world over to this very day.

She is perhaps, the greatest and most immortal movie star in Hollywood history. A true stratospheric icon for the ages. Not bad Ms. Norma Jeane Baker.

Not bad at all.

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THE TRUTH ABOUT LIFE.

Ya see kids, this post is quite morbid, but something that is usually on my mind:

Death. I'm obsessed with it sometimes. Almost as much as I am with life itself. I just watched Being There with Peter Sellers and a phenomenal performance by Melvyn Douglas, who plays the dying, but lovely rich man in the film. His death scene really really touched me and made me ponder once again on the end of life itself.

I love reading celebrity/famous people biographies, and what really strikes me about most of them is the birthdate, followed by that very unnerving hyphen, which designates the person's deathdate. It's something that seems to happen to everyone unfortunately right? You're born, you live your life, and then there comes that strange and necessary finale.

Some examples:

-John Wayne (actor) -- Dead. Cancer. Born May 26, 1907-Died June 11, 1979. Duke, the archtypical Western actor, won an Oscar for True Grit.

-Sir Alec Guinness (actor) -- Dead. Liver cancer. Born April 2, 1914-Died August 5, 2000. Won an Oscar for Bridge on the River Kwai, played Obi-Wan in the first three Star Wars movies.

-Jack Lemmon (actor) -- Dead. Cancer. Born February 8, 1925-Died June 27, 2001. Wonderfully versatile actor, Felix in the movie version of The Odd Couple, teamed in movies with Walter Matthau.

-John Lennon (musician) -- Dead. Assassinated-shot. Born October 9, 1940-Died December 8,1980. Part of the great Lennon-McCartney songwriting team, John was always the most interesting Beatle.

-Florence Griffith Joyner (stylish runner) -- Dead. Heart attack. Born December 21, 1959-Died September 21, 1998. FloJo - Dazzling track star at the 1988 Olympics.

-Jim Henson (puppeteer) -- Dead. Bacterial pneumonia. Born September 24, 1936-Died May 16, 1990. Father of the Muppets, voice of Kermit and Ernie, died on the same day as Sammy Davis Jr.

-James Byron Dean (actor)--Dead. Car accident. Born February 8, 1931-Died September 30, 1955. American film actor who epitomized youthful angst whose death at a young age gave him iconic status.

It's really really weird to me. That at one time these were breathing, feeling living entities with incredible existences, and now they're gone. Where to? And no matter how iconic, rich, or famous, they all had to die. And something really bizarre or awful ended up killing them. I know, I know, why do I even bother analyzing these dark themes?

Mind you, I don't spend my entire time worrying about how or when I'm going to die, nor do I let it control my life, but the more I contemplate my short and fragile existence here, the more I try to learn to appreciate life itself more every day--for which one of us truly knows when and where we will take our last breath? In many ways, we all contemplate death from time to time, and it is a healthy thing to do, because we must learn to embrace something that is part of our lives, even though it is kinda scary to be honest.

The natural tendency and overwhelming instinct of humans is to want to live. For no matter how difficult or cruel life can be, we always hold on to the hope of life. But eventually, one day, your body will give out, and your life shall flash before your eyes, and you will leave this place.

Death: The great equalizer.

And you and I are next.

Hopefully not for a long, long time though.

And oh yeah, Liz Taylor is still alive!

ON THIS MEMORIAL DAY 2006: FOCUS ON D-DAY.

I just don't know how these boys did it.

I just don't.

If you have ever watched the opening scenes of Saving Private Ryan, you know what I am talking about.

The invasion of Normandy, France on June 6, 1944 is one of the bravest, most courageous, and jaw-dropping moments in world history. History's greatest and most savage war was about to turn for the better, but not without some grave sacrifices by our boys first.

I cannot imagine what it must have been like to have been a young lad of 19 or so, scared half to death, as you're about to land in dangerous and lethal German occupied territory at that time. I can vividly remember Tom Hanks' character as his hands shaked just as they were about to land on the beach.

We take so much for granted. We really do. Our homes, our cars, our jobs, our leisurely activities. If we stop to think about what these brave men risked and how many were lost just on that one D-Day alone, we would begin to appreciate how they literally saved the world from the horrors of Nazism, and gave us the life we still enjoy sixty years later.

To all those heroes, fallen and still standing, I salute thee.

Happy Memorial Day.

THE GREATEST THESPIAN ALIVE.

I want to dedicate this post to an incredible master of the stage and screen: the unique and charismatic Sir Ian McKellen.

Fitting really to discuss this man, since X-Men: The Last Stand opens in theaters across the country today, and he reprises his role as the magnificent Magneto. It's my favorite character in the whole film series really. Were it not for Magneto's awesome powers and McKellen's commanding performance, I don't think I'd care much for these films.

I first noticed this great actor (like most Americans) back in the late nineties, with the release of the superb Gods And Monsters. The film is acted beautifully, with McKellen doing an amazing job as Frankenstein director James Whale. The acting roles in films for McKellen increased tremendously after this, and he became a household name with the X-Men films and his role as Gandalf in The Lord of the Rings Trilogy. He can also be currently seen in The Da Vinci Code too, where many say he nearly steals the picture. Another great, but lesser known McKellen film is the disturbing Apt Pupil, where he plays a former Nazi living in a small town. Ironic really, since Magneto is a Jewish character who survived the Holocaust. Coincidentally, Apt Pupil was directed by Bryan Singer in 1998, director of the future first two X-men films.

The episode Ian hosted of Saturday Night Live a few years ago is among the funniest and best written I have ever seen. If ya can get yourself a copy or find it somehow, please do yourself a favor and view it. He is a natural for skit comedy--with years of experience in the theater of course.

And if ya didn't know it by now, Sir Ian is openly gay. That's right kids. And he is not ashamed, nor does he hide the fact, which is way cool and refreshing in the very closeted world of Hollywood. Perhaps his cause is aided by the fact that he is an elder statesman, and is not expected to be in any love scenes at this point, but I still find it admirable that he is so genuine and honest about himself, while still commanding lots of respect. I believe Sir Ian himself once said that playing one of the X-Men was inspired by the fact that the story has many similarities with being gay and closeted. Interesting indeed!

A veteran of the stage, and now enjoying tremendous success on film, Sir Ian McKellen is one of-- if not the greatest thespian alive.

Bravo!

WATCH, LEARN, AND SQUIRM.

Well, two clips for ye kids today.

First up, this very funny yet still scary little bit:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nmgharLxtYY

And a reminder of a tragedy way too recent for me and many out there to want to relive again:

http://www.apple.com/trailers/paramount/wtc/large.html

THIS OLD HOUSE.

So I've been living in my house now for 24 years. 24 YEARS! A whole lifetime really. I practically grew up here, and decided to move, in order to have a piece of the so-called "American Dream." Besides, my old house is going to get torn down by the landlord in December anyway, so it was a good time to move now.

I'm almost moved in completely and slept for the first time in my brand new master bedroom last night. I gotta say though, I'm a little nervous and feel kinda weird. Out of place really. I'm so used to that old house to be honest. I really am. It's gonna take me a bit to get used to the new place, which really is not that far from the old one, but still. It's just odd. Really, really odd.

Anybody else know what I'm talking about? The new place is nice indeed. But it just doesn't feel like home quite yet. As I was leaving my old dwelling the other day to pick up stuff, I actually broke down and cried. So many freakin' memories in that house. Unreal. My dad, my mom, my brother, grandmother, countless friends/acquaintances, events, tragedies, fights, dysfunction, joys, etc. You name it, that house witnessed it all.

And I've left it. Forever.

It feels like one big giant strange dream...

THE "DUH" VINCI CODE.

Here we go with more Hollywood hype again!

The Da Vinci Code opens today--and as a book, it was a terrific bestseller--now as a film, it might just be mediocre, but will most likely be a blockbuster hit nonetheless. The film has a pretty impressive cast: Tom Hanks, Audrey Tautou (of Amélie fame), and Sir Ian McKellen, who is one of the world's finest actors alive, and one of my heroes! He practically steals the movie too, from what I've heard.

What's gonna fuel lots of people to go see it, is the controversy. Yes, the Catholic Church and other Christian churches have already (with expected precision) blasted the film as blasphemous, full of lies, offensive, and divisive. This due to the fact that the secret married life of Jesus is exposed! BIG WHOOP!

So what and who cares?! I mean really. I personally don't believe Jesus really ever got married or came of Earth to live as a most normal men, even though he was human. But so what if he did build a home with Mary Magdalene? That shouldn't change his overall message of love and tolerance while he was here.

So there goes the Church barking loudly, getting the film nothing but more exposure and media attention. Don't these people know by now that protesting something only makes it more popular to the curious who will flock to it like vultures to a carcass? Madonna's Sex book, Married With Children, Howard Stern, and Brokeback Mountain are prime examples of having benefitted from negative controversy.

The first reviews for the film are pretty awful though. But it won't matter. Many will go see it anyway--at least in its opening weekend.

Sounds like a DVD movie to me, to be quite honest.

"AND IN HER EYES YOU SEE NOTHING, NO SIGN OF LOVE BEHIND THE TEARS, CRY FOR NO ONE, A LOVE THAT SHOULD'VE LASTED YEARS."

WHAT???!!!

SAY IT AIN'T SO! Sir Paul McCartney and his one-legged young plain Jane wifey are splitting??!!

Well, I've never had anything against Heather Mills, but rumors have been circulating for years that Paul's older kids never really got along with her. She's also way younger than Paul, so this may also be a factor.

Linda McCartney man. That is Paul's one and only true love.

Forever.

http://insider.tv.yahoo.com/celeb/4153/

http://tinyurl.com/peo9u

http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/12827984/

"I'M LOOKING OUT FOR AAAAANGELS! JUST TRYING TO FIND SOME PEACE." --ONE MORE TRY.

What tha hell is going on with our beloved songwriting genius, Georgios Kyriacos Panayiotou?! He is better known to you, me, and the rest of the world as: George Michael.

He was caught again, messed up on drugs in his car--this time he was asleep at the wheel, blocking traffic and listening to an IPOD! MY GOD MAN! Wasn't it back in February he was also found to be pretty high in his car, and then a few weeks later he hit about three parked cars as well?!

I dunno man. The man has had terrible issues with his sexuality, and is no longer the viable and relevant powerful musical force that he was back in the 1980s and early 90's. And this is quite sad to me. Very, very sad. As a member of WHAM!, Michael had three number one hit songs, and as a solo artist, he impressively racked up eight number one hits.

And now?

He must be feeling lost, confused, and terribly unimportant. A has-been really. There's constant bickering and feuding too, between him and Elton John apparently. I'd hate to see such talent go to waste due to drug abuse.

Reading all of this, I really think Keith Richards is doing great, when compared to George!

A little prayer for George Michael too please.

"JUMPIN' JACK FLASH! IT'S A GAS!"

Keith Richards has done all kinds of drugs and alcohol under the sun, fried a couple of brain cells in the process, and has up to this point managed to still tour the world with his legendary band, The Rolling Stones.

Now comes the horrible news this past week, that his fall from a coconut tree while vacationing in Fiji late last month might have been more serious than previously thought. He may have already suffered irreversible brain damage according to the latest reports! This is all being disputed by his bandmates however, and they say he'll be just fine.

Now I know some of you may be chuckling out there, due to the fact that Richards already seems to behave like someone who's suffered brain damage due to all the abuse he's perpetrated upon himself, but this sounds really really fuckin' dreadful. How ironic that this man who has lived a glorious life of excess and has managed to still hang on may now be stopped by this ridiculous accident! Even more bizarre is that fellow Rolling Stoner Ron Wood was also picking coconuts with him! Oh boy.

I hope he comes out of this just fine, which in all likelihood he will. Nothing can stop or kill Keith it seems!

I mean, come on man! This is one of rock 'n' roll's great legends! The other half of the classic Jagger/Richards songwriting team!

Say a little prayer for Keith okay?

GOODBYE ANASTASIA BEAVERHAUSEN.

I'm sad to see this show go, but I think most would agree it was time.

Will & Grace has had a fantastic eight-year run, and made a difference for probably being the first prominent network sitcom with major gay characters. It has continuously performed very well in the Nielsen ratings, and is a testament to how well most of America received the show. It's pretty safe to say not just gay men watched the show--the ratings were always good enough to prove that the show was lovingly embraced by everyone. It ushered in an era of gay-themed and friendly shows, creating a long lasting and overdue mini-revolution.

And really, the success of this show is due to many factors. I remember watching the very first debut premiere episode back in the Fall of 1998, and being captivated by its tremendously sharp and witty writing. The jokes are very smart, quick, and genuinely very funny. It took a good three episodes to really develop all the characters as we know them today, but once the show took off, it did just that: take off. The director, the masterful James Burrows (a sitcom veteran with shows such as Cheers and Frasier under his belt) has done an outstanding job, as has of course the phenomenal team of writers.

The cast is nothing short of brilliant, and it is the actors who will forever benefit from the success of the program, for they were relative unknowns when the show first began. To see these actors play off each other, as one truly polished theater group is astounding:

-Eric McCormack playing the central character Will Truman. An adorable handsome lawyer who is in love with his best friend Grace, but is too gay to enjoy sex with her. We love Will because he is seemingly perfect, yet obviously flawed and man enough to always admit it.

-The lovable pretty and somewhat selfish Debra Messing as interior designer Grace Adler. A woman who is hopelessly into her best gay friend Will, who has one failed heterosexual relationship after another, is constantly worried about her body image, is gregarious, loves to party, and is the most emotionally sensitive of the whole group.

-Achingly annoying but good-hearted Sean Hayes as Jack McFarland. Many criticized this character at first for being too stereotypically gay, but who could resist laughing at Jack and his many many flaws? Horribly selfish, lazy, confused, lost, promiscuous, without goals, but caring in the end. Will's best gay male friend, and haven't we all had one of these boys in our lives? I know I have, and still do.

-The incomparable and amazing Megan Mullally as the high-pitched drugged out dipsomaniac affluent Karen Walker. She is probably every gay man's favorite character: a woman married into wealth, with a grossly obese husband Stan, who works for Grace just because she needs "something to do", insulting to her maids (especially the hilarious Salvadoran Rosario), bitterly cynical, sarcastic, caustic, rude, obnoxious, egotistical, but highly highly vulnerable and good-natured underneath the very heavy exterior/facade. The best lines always went to her, and to watch her and Sean Hayes in scenes together is one of the main reasons why the show became such an enormous hit. Many claimed, why call it Will & Grace, when it's really The Jack and Karen Show! Almost true, but not quite.

The rest of the supporting cast was always in top shape and many high profile celebrities made cameos or even became regular "regulars" of the show, including: Debbie Reynolds, Eileen Brennan, Harry Connick Jr., Woody Harrelson, Gene Wilder, the late great Gregory Hines, Sandra Bernhard, Rosie O'Donnell, Matt Damon, Michael Douglas, Elton John, Madonna, and countless others.

The show was justly rewarded with many Emmy Awards, and the entire main cast of four won their awards and deservedly so.

It will live forever in reruns and on the DVD box sets of course. The last truly great situation comedy of the late nineties, taking place at the very end of the buoyant open-minded Clinton administration when everything seemed possible, when America still had not suffered 9/11--the show itself shined best during its first four seasons, and kinda lost it thereafter, but nonetheless still had some juice from time to time.

At the risk of sounding divisive, there were many fans of that awful Friends show during the same era, but it is Will & Grace that I identified with, that I laughed at, that I enjoyed.

And the rest, is TV history...

*The next-to-last episode of 'Will & Grace' airs this Thursday, May 11 at 8p.m. on NBC.
*The special two-hour finale airs next Thursday, May 18 at 8p.m. on NBC.

"COME ON BABY...DON'T FEAR THE REAPER" --BLUE OYSTER CULT.

Mikey over on his blog has lovingly plastered my pic there on his May 7th post, and is wondering what's been wrong with me lately.

Here goes:

I guess we all have a cross to bear, and in this life, I got dealt with anxiety disorder. It's always been there really, due to my parent's genes, the way I was raised, the treatment by other cruel kids in school, being gay, and having to face the real world in this adult life I now live in.

Whatever my past may have been, I had a serious case of food poisoning from McDonald's back in 1998 while working at my first official office job. The fact I felt vulnerable, and mortal as well, really really sacred me. It made me see how truly fragile I am, and how easily one can lose it all without good health.

Ever since then, my anxiety went up considerably. It has always been there, but didn't actually become an issue for me until the late 90's, and I paid for it dearly. I had frequent panic attacks, dizzy spells, and was starting to really avoid most social situations I found myself in. Having to go to work became a horrific struggle, and I really did not know what was going on with me. I had every major physical test known to man done, and time and time again, every doctor would say that there was nothing wrong with me.

I started seeing a therapist, and for years refused to take any medication for my problem. Finally, in 2001, with the death of my father and the 9/11 attacks, I decided I could handle no more of my condition, nor the stress I was being put through. The daily dizzy spells, and constant worrying had me beat, defeated, and truly on the verge of just wanting to die. Something had to be done. So, I went on Effexor, a powerful amazing miracle drug that calmed me down and let me breathe again.

And ever since 2001, I've been on this little drug, upping and lowering my dose as I go along on this strange ride, and my life has gotten considerably better than those dark awful late nineties. Dear God, how did I ever get through those awful late fuckin' nineties? It boggles my mind, but I'm pretty sure my boyfriend at the time was a big help. My little angel. I tear up just thinking about all the emotional distress I went through.

With the Effexor, I was able to be social again, to go and take trips, and to just let go of that awful horrific fear that sometimes invades my body insidiously. Mind you, on the drug, and now off it, I still struggle with having to go out of town (especially on a plane), be a passenger in a car for too long (since I prefer driving and to be under control), and other little issues. I'm weird like that, and many friends/family sometimes wonder why I say "No" a lot. Well, it helps to be assertive and not have to do everything they want you to, but sometimes I feel guilty missing out on potential good times, for being so fearful of my own fear. The symptoms of a panic attack are brutal and very humbling.

Just two months ago, I stopped the drug finally and have been handling it very well. Extremely well. But with me moving from my place soon, a possible career change, and other things going on, I've noticed my anxiety has been returning. Last Thursday and Friday were awful. I felt as I did at the beginning of this decade: terribly scared, confused, disoriented, sick, and ready to throw in the towel. At the root of this, my ultimate fear of illness and of death. So the psychotherapists say about all anxiety really--it is because of our inability to deal with our own mortality. And somehow, I believe that. At least with me, it's probably true.

I'm very lucky and fortunate. God has watched over me oh so caringly, even in my saddest scariest moments. I am blessed to have a job, decent close family, friends, and my hope/optimism still alive. I could be in worse shape I tell myself, but I never diminish the true struggle it has been to deal with my problem. To others, it may seem like nothing, but to me, it is a very real and terrible affliction.

We all have issues and problems that seem overwhelming to us, and meager to others, which is why compassion and empathy are so important. Lend an ear or help a friend when they tell you what is wrong. Never ridicule or judge them. Try to understand their pain. Lord knows I desperately tried for others to see what I was going through or still am at times, and so many don't care nor want to hear it. And that's too bad. We must develop the ability to hear others out. Their pain is just as real as yours.

Which brings me to my last option before having to take medication again. I'm trying to avoid having to go on a new drug, so back to the gym I must go.

I must. I'm lazy as hell. But I must.

It's the only way to burn away all this negative horror and find some hope and peace again.

"WHEN YOU WISH UPON A STAR..."

A-HA! The ugly truth about Walt Disney and the dirty little secrets he tried to hide and his current empire (as we know it) is still trying to keep under wraps!

This aired on Saturday Night Live not too long ago. This is really hilarious. Please watch.

Good one!

http://www.nbc.com/Saturday_Night_Live/video/funhouse3.shtml

BEATING A DEAD HORSE.

Maybe I'm too biased, have too much of a heart and am not objective enough with this issue.

I'm trying to imagine if we shared a border with Iraq or any of the other Muslim countries right now. WHOA MAN! You think we got a problem now?!

I try and answer some of the most common questions and arguments in this undocumented immigrant debate:

"What part of illegal don’t these criminals understand?"
-Well, if you were Juan López--pretty poor, humble, with a wife and about three kids in Mexico and could barely make ends meet in your home country which you love, but sadly have to leave to due to the economic circumstances surrounding you, wouldn’t you risk it all to criminally break into the economic powerhouse that is the United States? To wait to come in legally, is to starve. The desperation is real, not imagined, nor patient.

"Well, why don’t they stay where they are from, and change their country, their government?"
-Yeah, Latin Americans have tried to revolt against their insidious corrupt regimes, and met with nothing but swift suppression, U.S. government intervention, torture, and murder. Some examples:

-Mexico:
The U.S. has intervened, from the rural rebellions of the 1840s through the 1910 revolution to the 1994 uprising in Chiapas.

-Guatemala, 1960s:
U.S. sends arms, advisors, and Green Berets to Guatemala to implement a counterinsurgency campaign.
"To eliminate a few hundred guerrillas, the government killed perhaps 10,000 Guatemalan peasants." --State Dept. report on the program

-Chile 1970s:
Salvador Allende Gossens elected in Chile. Suspends foreign loans, nationalizes foreign companies. For the phone system, pays ITT the company's minimized valuation for tax purposes. The CIA provides covert financial support for Allende's opponents, both during and after his election. U.S.-supported military coup kills Allende and brings Augusto Pinochet Ugarte to power. Pinochet imprisons well over a hundred thousand Chileans (torture and rape are the usual methods of interrogation), terminates civil liberties, abolishes unions, extends the work week to 48 hours, and reverses Allende's land reforms.

-El Salvador 1980s:
A right-wing junta takes over in El Salvador. U.S. begins massively supporting El Salvador, assisting the military in its fight against FMLN guerrillas. Death squads proliferate; Archbishop Romero is assassinated by right-wing terrorists; 35,000 civilians are killed in 1978-81. The rape and murder of four U.S. churchwomen results in the suspension of U.S. military aid for one month. The U.S. demands that the junta undertake land reform. Within 3 years, however, the reform program is halted by the oligarchy.
"The Soviet Union underlies all the unrest that is going on." --Ronald Reagan

-And there are plenty of other examples I could cite with Panama, Cuba, Nicaragua--you name it! So many have died trying to change their homelands, and the CIA comes in to quickly stop anyone that threatens American interests.

"They don’t want to learn English and expect us to learn Spanish. They need to assimilate!"
-But they do try and are assimilating. While their English might be poor, they do go out of their way to try and speak it. And their children, American-born and raised, grow up speaking English perfectly fine. If there’s a strong use of Spanish in the United States, it’s due to many Latinos still immigrating (obviously) and subsequent generations retaining the language (very brokenly I might add)--a language that is just as much a part of U.S. history as English. Spanish is official in Puerto Rico and New Mexico you know. But don’t worry, English is by no means threatened. It’s too powerful and useful a language.

I am in no way a leftist, a liberal looney, Communist/Marxist, or for illegal immigration. But we have to understand why, the reasons behind all of this, the bigger picture. When we point fingers, judge without knowing what is truly going on, we run the risk of forming closed-minded opinions. So many say that this emotional argument I'm making doesn’t hold in the reality of the world.

Aside from pedophiles and cold-blooded murderers, we must have a heart and stop pretending that only our own personal selfish interests matter. This is one world now more than ever before.

To not care, to look the other way, to not have a conscience about all of this, is to to lose one’s humanity.

Now that’s truly criminal.

AFTER THE BOYCOTT, TENSIONS STILL HIGH.

Yeah, so I visit different blogs/websites and read these comments:

Comment from: CITIZEN Melissa MInuteman Spratlen--
the Spanish version is not recognised by the president or the citizens of the United States of America, only by invading coacroaches who are demanding we give our country to them without doing anything to deserve the honor of citizenship.- it will never happen, because we will never give up.

Comment from: VIVA LA MIGRE [Visitor]
Everyone on this site is not white. What say you now you breeder cockroach messycan

Comment from: Texas Proud [Visitor]
The illegal invader cockroaches and the hate America crew seem to think most Americans support their little boycott.

Comment from: ted [Visitor]
Mexico is a third world country. This should be enough proof to tell you that mexico is a uncivilized nation.

Comment from: Connie MCDC Media [Member]  http://www.minutemanhq.com
Don't try to play the race card here. Your side are the racists, and America is finally waking up to the fact that we no longer have to fear that "racist" label. You've worn it out on so many false allegations that it no longer has any traction.

Comment from: evina [Visitor]  http://www.petitionspot.com/petitions/STOPILLEGALS
we dont need more scumbags latinos...everything they do just criminal!

Robbie Cooper on May 1, 2006 at 10:26 AM said:
A “Day without Immigrants”? Hell, can we make it a week? Or how about a month?
To counter today’s boycotts, on Friday I will be boycotting Cinco de Mayo. No Mexican food, no cold Coronas, and will have to mow my own yard and clean my own house this week.

The Floridian on May 1, 2006 at 6:21 PM said:
Listen all you illegals, If you want to violate our laws and sneak across our borders to do landscaping and lettuce picking, I’m OK with that. Most criminals keep a low profile because they’re smart. But when you try to come into our homes and demand that we re-arrange the furniture to accomodate your lawlessness, that’s the beginning of the end for you. Because you’re stupid. You have no idea of what you’re starting with these protests. When you were under the radar, I could live with the money I spend to send your kids to school, give you medical treatment, and financial benefits. But that’s over. Like the joke goes, what do you call a tiny Mexican? A SPEC. And you’re all just SPECs now. You’re OUTTA HERE! We don’t need you - never did. Thats why we’re Americans and you’re Mexicans.

Well, well! Kill 'em with kindness right? UGH. How ugly. How ugly. Mind you, I've heard some nasty comments and stuff said by leftist pro-Mexican groups too, but don't try to tell me that this anti-illegal side ain't just plain racist or hateful many times over. All they do is present the negative fanatical Hispanics--the dumb asses waving Mexican flags and being militant. But most of these are good people, and do not want conflict or hatred. Damnit I wish EL NORTE was out on DVD. That is one movie that says it better than I ever could as to why this is happening--as to why people flee to come here.

We need to be sensible, fair, dignified and secure our borders, make English our official language, and solve the status of our good noble ones already here. But without all this vicious name-calling. It's awful and very divisive. As if some of our own citizens are any better than these people, who are human too.

Shame on the American government for letting all of this get out of hand! And shame on the poor corrupt Hispanic countries and their rotten governments too! BASTARDS! You're ultimately responsible for what is going on here!

Makes me want to cry really...