Dear Governor Davis,

I've taken a spell writing you because I've been terribly busy and have been taken aback because I can't, for the life of me, understand why you hate the citizens of this state to the degree that you do. I have had, on occasion, the opportunity to see you on TV, and have put that together with other men of diminutive stature I have observed. You don't care for fully grown-up men, do you? They make you self-conscious.

Even so, I think it terribly unfair of you to take out your insecurity on the voters of this state with your little-man's way of getting even, for whatever slights you feel may have brought you to this point of smallness.

Several years ago, the voters of your state brought and voted for a referendum declaring that, since the Government of the United States had abandoned its constitutional responsibility to preserve the sovereignty of this state from invasion by foreign nations, we would protect ourselves from the abuses of those invaders by denying them remunerative privileges paid for by our own citizens to ourselves for education, medical care, and other sociological perks. We, the citizens of this state, voted for this referendum overwhelmingly.

You, with the snideness of a tiny little fellow and with utter cynical disregard for the wishes of your citizens, got even by playing games with that proposition and, for all intents and purposes, managed to get it set aside. It remains for your successor to remedy. I've never seen you smile. I now know why.

Now, under the cover of the attacks on this nation by illegal aliens and the attention this nation is paying to those attacks, you and your Marxist colleagues in the state houses of government have passed bills to grant criminals access to California Universities that native-born citizens of our own nation do not enjoy. How dare you get even with us that way! You seem also to be ready to grant state drivers' licenses--actually, documents of citizenship--to subversive invaders from another nation who are cynical of our customs, language, and laws. Shame on you. There's not much you can do about being a little person physically, but there's a hell of a lot you could do about being a bigger person spiritually. Governor Pete Wilson isn't a terribly large man, but he could kick your ass in two seconds, physically, intellectually, and spiritually.

I wish, rather than sneaking this cruelty by us, you would stand up, as best you possibly can, and explain why you want to turn this state over to a bunch of low-lifes who have no intention of embracing the American dream or becoming loyal citizens. Do you doubt me?

Let me give you some real, on-the-spot data.

Two weeks ago I visited my old high school in Los Angeles for a homecoming and football game under lights, lights that don't exist there, but were provided by a television company who shoot their episodes at that beautiful old school and wished to do something nice for us. I spent the better part of a day there and observed these illegal citizens you embrace so cynically. Let me tell you about these swine you would put before our own citizens:

John Marshall High School in Los Angeles has enjoyed, until the invasion and occupation by a foreign nation, a reputation of sending winning teams to the National Academic Marathon, and has won out over all the other schools in our nation two times, and has been in the final rounds numerous times. Not bad for a public school in what is politically perhaps the most flaccid school district in America. That will never happen again! We have had famous judges, athletes, educators, and people in the arts. That will never happen again, either.

The school, once condemned to destruction because of its lacking modern seismic construction features, was saved by a gathering of loyal neighborhood citizens who wanted to preserve its gothic structure. It was updated and saved--for what? To be defiled and filthed and ruined and graffitied by a bunch of unappreciative invaders from a scumbag nation that respects nothing in this country. These are the unmitigated degenerates you would admit to our state universities, while real citizens are denied such privilege. I saw graffiti where beauty used to exist; broken and scratched windows; I saw girl children pushing baby carts from class to class; I saw junk and trash and filth in the halls and stairwells; I saw the toilets in the boys' lavatory filled with paper towels by wise guys with the water flowing out into the halls; I saw school grounds so covered with trash and filth the grounds couldn't be seen; I saw our just privately revitalized auditorium filled with eaters and filthers and trashers using the seats as lunch benches; I saw great mobs of kids, very few of whom chose to speak the language of this nation. That's what you and your pillow-fluffing, politically sensitive, one-size-fits-all legislators have done to what once was one of the most beautiful campuses in Los Angeles. Your illegal buddies have turned what once was the jewel in the crown of Los Angeles high schools into a filthy trash bin that is nearly unfit for human occupancy.

As I strolled about the campus, I observed a Los Angeles Unified School District pickup truck designated as "Glass Replacement Department." It was occupied by a Hispanic driver with more hardware hanging from every protrusion to his head I could observe. He looked as though he had toppled over backwards into a tackle box and come up with all the lures in his head. In the several hours I was there, I saw no effort to replace any glass by this district-paid miscreant. He spent his entire time chatting and flirting with the female Mexican students he could attract to gather around his truck.

The population of John Marshall High School is exactly 400% what it was exactly 50 years ago, when I was a student there. I'm told that, owing to the population crisis in Los Angeles, Marshall now has 9th through 12th graders, where, when I was a student, we only had 10th through 12th graders. OK, I'll give you a 33% increase. We were 1100 students. That times 1.33 is 1463 students. They have 4300. Did you see that? 4300. And the district has exactly the same boundaries. Where did this fourfold explosion come from. I'll tell you Gray Davis; it came from the uncontrollable instinct of Mexicans to screw themselves and us into East Indian type overpopulation and defeating zoning laws that prevent five families from living in a dwelling designed for one. And they're here through a criminal act.

When I asked some of the teachers if something wasn't being done to educate these invaders on how Americans are supposed to practice citizenship, I was told that messages were printed in the Blue Tide the school weekly, and posted to the bulletin boards. When I said that what was needed was more teachers assigned to schoolyard lunch duty so the trashers could be apprehended and punished until the message got through, I was told that, "No, that's against the union contract."

Who's nuts, Governor. You or I. One of us is!

I watched students who had finished their nachos or soft drinks or whatever simply open their hands when they were finished and let the junk fall to earth or the stairwells or the halls, not unlike the beautiful old streets of downtown Los Angeles that have been taken over by these opportunistic invaders who litter our world with no more respect than is shown Tijuana or Calexico.

What, I prey, do you find so fascinating by these dogs who urinate in their soft drink cans and throw them at the US Soccer Team and gringo fans at the LA Coliseum--these un-American canines who wave their Mexican flags and shout and scream at the television cameras when their undeserved state and federal benefits are threatened or American citizens petition for membership in their Hispanic unions simply to earn a living.

They are destroying, trashing, and occupying my state--the state that I, my mother, and my grandfather were born in. We are being disenfranchised by you, Gray Davis, for what? What are you after? What's your plan? If I'm to be driven from my homeland, what's the tradeoff? What secret do you know that you are not sharing with me that demands that you place every inducement you can possibly think of before these poor, uneducated, ill, and sociologically dependent people to invade my homeland? Mexico hates us. Haven't you figured that out? Photos out of Mexico City after September 11 show Mexican students burning the American flag before the US Embassy. Will you squirm Faust-like back under your rock, selling your soul to the devil and cadge these driver-voter votes? If that's your choice, kiss your political ass, "Goodbye." Don't you think, for your own future mental health, now is the time to get over being a diminutive little twit and stand up to your full height and try your damndest to be an American. Many of us are proud of our nation and state. Why don't you join us? A war with Mexico isn't what we need right now.

If this invasion continues and these invaders aren't seriously encouraged to return to their nation of origin, our citizenry will demand and help conduct such a war. If you think that's not true, sit around and discuss illegal immigration with the California citizens I know. We're getting real fed up with this state give-away program. We, the legitimate citizens of this state own it. We paid for it in blood and Yankee dollars. Vicente Fox and his outcasts do not own this state, nor shall they. It's our state and not yours to give away. You'll see!

A huge movement of quiet, peace-loving citizens is gradually starting to rumble and grumble and come alive to what you rascals have been doing to us while we languished. When that movement finally takes form and begins to roll, you will wish you had been a patriot first. Your present fealty to Mexico City will be of little comfort to you. Your Mexican comrades will all be running the other way. It takes a lot to get Americans riled. You and your Marxist friends have taken advantage of that. But just wait and see!

An outraged citizen,

Jack

J.L.H

You don't care for fully grown-up men, do you?

...the voters of your state voted for a referendum ...to preserve the sovereignty of this state.

...you and your Marxist colleagues... have passed bills to grant criminals access to California..

I wish... you would stand up...

Two weeks ago I visited my old high school.

John Marshall... has enjoyed a reputation of sending winning teams to the National Academic Marathon... that will never happen again.

I saw girl children pushing baby carts from class to class...

I saw our just privately revitalized auditorium filled with eaters and filthers...

He looked as if he had toppled over backwards into a tackle box...

The population of John Marshall High School is exactly 400% of what is was exactly 50 years ago.

"No, that's against the union contract."

I watched students....simply opened their hands... and let the junk fall to earth...

They are destroying, trashing, and occupying my state..