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Re: “Did Sen. Chris Koster plant a fake Missouri AG candidate?

Mr. Koster's attitude, questionable judgment and lack of interest in pursuing justice in the Ryan Ferguson case should scare the daylights out of all MO voters. Citizens of MO, cast your votes wisely because this could happen to you, your children or your grandchildren. Mr. Koster's denial of Ryan’s habeas petition and his argument that another hearing for Ryan is a “waste of judicial resources” is appalling. What could possibly be more justifiable than rectifying a wrongful conviction? Mr. Koster is well aware that Ryan Ferguson is an innocent man but choses to look the other way while trying to advance his own personal agenda. Do not take my word for this either, there is a plethora of information on the web by typing "Ryan Ferguson" into any search engine. You may also find court documents and other links on the page. Missouri Citizens please do your homework before the election.

Posted by Linda Hoppe on 04/11/2013 at 12:04 PM

Re: “Though it’s anything but disadvantaged, Mark One Electric Company gets minority-hiring contracts

But you should know that its a huge circle that pulls all the big businesses together, look at mambdc, their offices are actually housed in a building donated for use by Mark One Electric, who gets the largest portion (nearly all) of their electrical contracts through JE Dunn who sits on the board of mambdc. Its not hard to see who is a part of this, everyone who's site contains: MBE – MidAmerica Minority Business Development Council tells JE Dunn and Mark One that its a company that they should use. this is not about the minority community anymore, its a BIG business. I could write an essay on how this all fits together and it is so blatantly open that no one cares who knows.

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Posted by Really? on 02/24/2013 at 11:33 AM

Re: “Letters from the week of November 25

This is Guiseppi Gedaci's interpretation, through poetry, of Monet’s painting. It is at the Nelson.
“Getting Engaged”
Monet’s “Boulevard Des Capucines”

Monet’s Scene Seems Routine,
A Winter Night, a City Alive;
All the Movement and Joy,
The Event of the Year

Carriages, Lined Streets, Families,
Top Hats and Suits,
Dresses and Venders,
Cafes Over Booked

The Big Event in the Distance,
Dressed in Their Sunday Best;
Excitement of a Night on the Town,
Two Men Discuss Business,
Others the Joy of Life in Paris

Groups of People,
Walking Together;
Children Holding Hands,
They Huddle Close, No One Alone;
People Engaged, No Electronic Distractions

A Parent Explains to a Child,
Concerned with Their Every Whim;
Each Blur a Living, Engaging Being;
Inside Café’s Regulars Look On,
Trying to Guess Who Other’s Are
And Where They Are From

Yesterday As Today,
Thoughts of Being Ahead of the Past,
Only to Become It;
No Idea of the Future,
Trapped in the Time,
In Which They Were Born

It Speaks of a Connection,
Involvement, a Link;
An Unbroken Chain of Involvement,
They Can’t Break Away,
Because the Connection is Real, Physical

But a Closer Look,
The Strokes Are Blots,
Not a Painting with a Feathery Touch;
Oil Splattered Marks,
The Shapes Thrown Down;
Pinpoints of Anger and Disgust,
Brought On by Monet’s Cry

The Trees Too Bare,
Chill in the Air;
Overcast, Winter Wind No Effect;
It is Clean, Tamed, and Sterile,
More Than Just that Winter Night Out

Ghost Horses Pull the Lined Carriages,
Shades Are Blurred Souls,
Street Venders, Café’s Full, but Detail Lost;
Spirits Float Through Time,
Floating as if This Night Never Happened

Monet, His Time, His Art Gone,
No “Impressions” Any More,
Only Pixels and Electrons;
Limited Engagement and Clicks Away,
Key Strokes are Words in a Black and White Conversation;
The Colorless Scene,
Leaves Us Wanting to Engage

Monet Alone,
His Room Empty;
A Lost Link in the Chain,
Monet is Aloof;
View from a Life, Not From a Window,
Surrounded by a City Full of People, but Alone;
Some Seem to Look Back at Him,
Painted Shapes Slowly Moving Away

The Café Blurred with Intensity,
Monet Unable to Look,
The Distant Event Out of Focus;
They are Waiting for Him?
That Painter in the Window

Too Many Children are Painted Looking Up to Their Parents
He Colors Only the Balloons, No Vender?
A Child’s Desire Never Provided,
There is Ecstasy in Those Balloons;
To Hold on to Some Thing, Someone,
To Have Someone Grasp his Hand;
A Needed Reason to Get Out Among the Activity

From The Window, It is Grey and Black and White,
As You Get Closer There Are Glimpses of Color,
Because Color Comes When Involved;
Is that Someone Waving Monet to Come Down?

The Hotel Window Then,
The Glass Computer Screen Today,
But The Windows Are the Same;
Life Is Out There,
Too Easy to Exclude Yourself

Not a Painting of a Bustling Downtown Nightlife,
But of an Idea, a Need to Be a Part of the Event;
Loneliness is Only Window Away,
Longing for a Balloon, a Hand, a Hug, Conversation;
Monet’s View is a View Through a Tear

The Oil, the Blots,
Monet Orders Us to Get Engaged;
If Not Part of Life, Life is Out of Focus;
The Dream You Never Awake From,
A Continued Scene of a Need Unsatisfied

Monet Speaks to Us
“Go Get a Balloon”
“Go Hold a Hand, Please Hold a Hand”
Get Out and Engage;

Monet’s “Boulevard Des Capucines” Reminds Us,
Life is Not Meant to be Lived Though Windows

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Posted by Guiseppi Gedaci on 02/18/2013 at 3:11 PM

Re: “Letters from the week of November 25

I don't know whats gotton into me but lately I have been more concerned with the militarization of our local police departments. I know every police dept. in America goes to the same conventions which gets them on the same thought wave for training, equipment and whatever can be bought. So, I shouldn't be suprised that all of America's police depts. are starting to look the same. But what really concerns me is the thinking that our police force is starting to look like the military from wence I came, bloused boots, a weapons arsenal at their finger tips and the all too familiar skin head hair style.
I'm just wondering why we need to have such a military defined element as part of any local police dept.? Sure there are guns out there, always have been and always will be. But why can't our regularly trained force handle these types of local situations.
You can't ask these questions of a member of the dept. because he can only recite the company thought, so, does it fall upon us normal people to raise these issues with...with who? Who's in charge of them? How can we have this transformation examined. And, as citizens, do we want this in our local depts.
It may have been the Occupy Wall Street demonstrations that got me thinking this way after seeing the college cop spray peaceful demonstrators with a debilitating spray. By the way, Mr. Pike is no longer on the payroll at U. of Ca. Davis Campus. But with his tactical police training I wonder if he is on some other local police dept. I also wonder if he has learned how a peaceful demonstration is to be dealt with. Which brings me to my point, why do we need tactical police anyway? If we have a terrorist situation surely the Governor can rely on our State National Guard. In my mind it sends the wrong messege to our citizens to see military police roaming our streets. Put cops on foot patrol and get to know the neighborhoods. Stop treating local citizens like we are an occupied land.

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Posted by concerned on 01/09/2013 at 10:55 AM

Re: “Letters from the week of November 25


Poets as a rule are high on adventure
Like wondering bards or prophets today.
Embracing hearts and minds with wisdom
Casting through verse their visions at play.

Poets have their dreams and their nightmares
Of love, life, death, faith and war.
They feel the pain and tragedy of others
Even those they’ve never met before.

They fan the flames of human compassion
With their stories of the failings of man.
Professing to follow a higher power
As they recruit whomever they can.

Poets are the bell ringers of the soul
As they depict the past, the present and beyond.
They sound their alarm of what lies ahead
As the missteps of man live on.


Poetry blossomed long before Shakespeare, Milton or Poe.
It thrived prior to Solomon and the languages of old.
Poetry today offers itself more often in the form of music
Then in sonnets and poems as the legends of life unfold.

Man has his fear of loneliness, death and the hereafter
As authors compose his doom, desperation and glory.
All hear the words of both good and evil
With too many that fall for the wrong story.

The falsehoods of life find it hard to hide
From the word of God’s poets and poems.
Sharing their joy, frustration and sorrow
By voice, Internet, radio, or books, in our homes.

Poets and poems help man become more human
As the storms of life proliferate their toll.
Poets and poems were put here for a reason
To help tame the savage that dwells in our soul.


I’m God’s most humble poet
Whose poems have meter and rhyme.
Stories of love, faith, hate, honor and duty,
Obedience, war, heroes, history and crime.

I’ve performed my gift on T.V. and radio
Before millions I’ve never met.
Preached my praise of God and country
With 481 poems on the net.

Satan’s soldiers, shepherds and bards
Spew forth their foulness and grief.
They attack the joy and goodness of man
Dishonoring life, family, country and belief.

Prospering through work, love and conviction
Enables us to remain whole and how we should be.
Fortifying our soul with fulfillment of faith
Lets our worst tribulations be shouldered by Thee.

Moses, Samson, David, Solomon and Jonah
All failed God in their own human way.
He chose to forgive them and bless their powers
So they might dwell in hearts of man today.

Without God’s grace, wisdom and glorious domain
There’s no doubt all would soon cease to survive.
Through purpose, morals and Christian conviction
We are able to transform and keep hope alive.


One of America’s most famous writers
Was born in Boston, January of 1809.
Both his parents were failing actors
And his father was drunk most the time.

In 1810 Edgar’s dad disappeared
His mother died soon after.
A childless couple took him in
Raising him with love and laughter.

Edgar had a Negro nurse
Who brought him to her quarters.
There he listened to ghost stories
Far beyond Earthly borders.

The strange tales he later wrote
May have come from her inspiration.
The words she used to describe death
Gave Poe his taste for sensation.

The Allan’s moved to England
Where Poe attended boarding schools.
There’s no doubt his time spent there
Sharpened his skills as tools.

Returning to Richmond and back in school
He began to compose new verse.
Heavy debts forced him to leave college
As his life took a turn for the worse.

Poe caught a ride on a coal barge to Boston
Where he was unable to find employment.
A young printer agreed to publish his poems
Giving him hope and enjoyment.

Penniless, Poe enlisted in the army
And was accepted to West Point in 29.
Poe couldn’t stand not being a writer
Self-imposing his dismissal from The Line.

Afterward he became an editor and critic
And married his cousin who was thirteen.
Six years latter he discovered she was dying
Suffering once more the unforeseen.

He went through periods of insanity
Caused by grieving and functional fall.
He smoked opium and drank too much
Till at his doorstep death would call.

Edgar Allan Poe the master of verse
Still lives in our hearts today
Famous for The Raven and other great works
May his soul rest in peace we pray.


The prize jewels of any nation
Are the philosophers of the heart.
How they think is universal
For it’s God who makes them so smart.

Most poets tell the truth of life
Though they may wrap it in beauty.
It's their passion, not their purpose
To compose is but their duty.

Poets have no reason to lie
When the truth is always so clear.
All that others say and do
Is but food for the poet's ear.

One merit of a poet's work
Which most cannot deny.
They say more and in fewer words
To illuminate you and I.

God sent His poets down to Earth
With words of wisdom and of worth.
That they might touch the souls of men
And bring them back to Him again.


A good poem paints a picture
For both your heart and brain.
It doesn't need a second chance
To make its meaning plain.

A good poem is like the flower
The lily or the rose.
God plants it in a poet's brain
And there its beauty grows.

A good poem like a cardinal
Is pregnant with song
You can’t help but hear its message
As it sings what's right or wrong.

A good poem helps us remember
What the joys of life are for
It makes us want to love someone
Till death comes knocking at our door.


God has always had his poets
Who He watches with love from space.
But Satan has his poets too
Who try to lead us from our grace.

King Solomon was a poet
Who spoke of love, life, death and war.
That lips were like threads of scarlet
And that breasts were roses and more.

The wild birds sing and flowers bloom
As clouds form figures in the sky.
But only humans will write poems
That shall last long after they die.

The eldest sister of all arts
Which some have called the Devils wine.
Poetry is but pure passion
To stimulate the heart and mind.


My reciting seemed to delight her
Though for me it was love at first sight.
When she found out I was a poet
She asked, what kind do you write?

Love poems, mostly, I told her
While we walked alone in the park
Love's fever became even warmer
As two shadows embraced in the dark

I'll always remember when first we met
I whispered a poem in her ear.
Ever since then how happy I've been
And other women I've no need to be near.

They say that poets are divine
Though my wife would argue, that’s not true!
For, whenever I lose my direction
It’s she who tells me what to do.

Where the city ends and the suburbs begin
We've built our home beneath the sky.
We’ll raise our babies with truth and love
Till one or both of us die.

A verse a day, I always say
Helps keep lawyers from my door
For when I'm paid for what I write
My wife loves me a little more.


Most poets have a bit of Solomon
Shakespeare and Poe within.
Constantly eager to share their visions
Of love, life, joy and sin.

Some guzzle whiskey
Some sip wine
Some prefer cola
And feel just fine.

Some smoke pot
Or suck cigarettes
Some abuse drugs
With lifetime regrets.

Some attend church
And sing of God
While others make fun
And call them odd.

All have a purpose
Which drives them to compose.
All serve a master
Who by free will, they chose.


I never write a poem
That doesn’t write itself.
I catch a buzz and come alive
Like a puppet off it’s shelf.

Hearing many voices
Whose words are never mine.
My pen becomes a painter’s brush
Forming visions on a line.

I seem to be a better person
When it’s time to sit down and write.
A higher power guides my hand
Sharing wisdom by day and night.

People born to create
Have no choice but to perform.
It’s the rush of sharing their gift
That elevates them from the norm.

What would our world become
Without intervention from above?
Angry beings in a revolving cage
With no sense of passion or love.


Poetry is the lighthouse of life
Guiding the lost from a stormy sea.
Without it’s presence darkness prevails
Keeping us from all we can be.

Poems are used to convey passion
By poets of both good and evil mood.
Some are hateful others loving
Sharing thoughts to be consumed as food.

Verse can lead us to glory or doom
As we partake with others within.
Depicting our past, present and future
With words of man’s grace or sin.

People write poetry because they have no choice
Answering to the call of their gift.
Where some tend to pull their readers down
Others compose to give them a lift.

Always remember the power of poetry
Is used by both Heaven and hell.
It’s up to us to choose our pleasure
As poetry remains alive and well.


Poetry consumed is where wisdom begins
As we heed to the whispers of the heart.
It’s easy to blame others for our dismay
When from ignorance we refuse to part.

Verse is a beacon of hope in the darkness
To help us navigate the pitfalls of life.
Far more tend to write it, than read it
That’s why there’s endless conflict and strife.

I write poems to help fuel the light
By sharing what God has given me.
With stories of love, life, war and more
Where heroes pray on bended knee.


Poetry is one of man’s oldest arts
Practiced long before words of print.
Every race had its masters of verse
In caves, huts, cabins or tent.

Stories in verse were handed down
From one generation to another.
The first told of love, war and more
And how to survive each other.

As man became more civilized
He could not help but wonder within.
Verse then took on a deeper meaning
With stories of faith, superstition and sin.

The act of reciting became in demand
As verse began to advance
Every tribe, city, town and village
Had someone who gave words romance.

Today’s poets are on the World Wide Web
Though many seem spiritually ill.
Thank Heaven for all who still have God’s gift
To compose, teach, comfort and fulfill.


My favorite poet is “God”
Who gives Earth its rhythm and rhyme.
Not pied pipers of misguided souls
Who promote distrust, hatred and crime.

Poetry is nature serenading in song
The peaceful roar of the oceans waves.
The wind through the trees and over the hills
And the flowers in the fields by the graves.

The sound of rain as it waters the thirsty
The songs of children at play in the park.
The far off rumble of trains or thunder
As they pass through the night in the dark.

The joy of our babies first words and steps
The passion of life with its heroes and clowns.
The on going struggle to survive our sins
As we proliferate in hamlets and towns.

My favorite poet is our Father of above
Who was first to know us before birth.
His poetry prolongs everything we love
As His deliverance gives life its worth.


Words are the most powerful tools used by man
As hearts and souls reach for one another.
Sharing feelings of fear, wisdom and joy
Or our love for a significant other.

Where would we be without words
Which inspire, unite and motivate.
Songs, poems, stories, blogs, books
Wars, religion, love, lust and hate.

Jesus preached words to the multitudes
And nourish their hunger within.
The stories we tell portray our spirit
As examples of weakness, triumph or sin.

When we fail to control the rage of our thoughts
What is easy to say becomes hard to forgive.
Words are visions which portray our intent
The better we communicate, the better we live.


It’s not a priest that gives us our freedom of religion
And it’s not a reporter that gives us our freedom of voice.
It’s not any judge, lawyer, politician, or teacher
But the blood of a soldier that has sacrificed by choice.

Our soldiers line up to be remembered
As the best of the best at their job.
They wish to be needed and depended on
To save all we love from the mob.

They risk their life and limb for liberty
Standing firm against evil unwilling to break.
To be part of something greater than themselves
They are willing to sacrifice whatever it will take.

Tom’s 481 Poems Are Free To Share!

By God’s Poet
Tom Zart
Most Published Poet
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Posted by Tom Zart on 12/25/2012 at 7:18 AM

Re: “The urban-farming debate goes beyond hipsters tending goats

Although this debate brings up many important points, I feel that it is missing out on a number of key topics. For one, a major goal of urban gardening is to develop and empower communities. Here, the debate has primarily focused on individual home farms, but has neglected the possibility for community gardens and school gardens. Programs such as Rochester Roots ( demonstrate how community gardens can be used to educate students about the source of their food, provide healthy fruits and vegetables to food desert-ridden communities, while also helping to revive battered neighborhoods. What more could you ask for?

Why are you so focused on property values? The reality in many of these cities is that property values are plummeting because many citizens are leaving these neighborhoods. So why not do something with all of that vacant space, something that both feeds people and works to renew neighborhoods? In fact studies have shown that community gardens not only improve the economy, but increase property values! See:….

Therefore, the passing of new zoning policies that allow the development of such projects is an enormous benefit to urban centers. The passage of policy also allows for greater regulation, so that we can ensure that soils are healthy and that the produce is handled with care. Let's help feed and revive our communities! Transforming policy is the first step.

Posted by Srizzle on 12/14/2012 at 11:55 AM

Re: “Why doesn't the Mexican translate all his Spanish words?

Being a blond dont have anything to do with being with mexican.your only mad couse no blond wants

Posted by on 11/29/2012 at 3:03 PM

Re: “Why doesn't the Mexican translate all his Spanish words?

Im an a american that is married to a mexican an dont care if anyone likes it or not .an ther for I tell the ones im around about how an why alot of americans fell the way they yes mexicans do pay texes .they need to speak ares an we need to do the same if we teach each other .ther would be less hate no one can see this couse all you can see is red an that wrong .if we all open are heart an mine americans an maxicans you would a tolded differt person in your self

Posted by on 11/29/2012 at 2:10 PM

Re: “Here’s why Mexican men are so sexy, and what not to say when you wake up wanting to … you know

THIS IS FOR THE WHITE GUY COMMENTING YOUR HORRIBLE love story NON-NEEDED TO COMMENT KINDA THING BECAUSE THIS WHITE GUY LOVES A MEXICAN FEMALE. NOW. WE ARE AZTEC AND SPANISH, SORRY TO BREAK it tooooo you but we are. okay, and some are half african too. NOW mexicans in america are still thriving. So what if we live poor, the children will study. Mexicans are not lazy just that some are. time zone? its year 2012. man by the end of the day none of this shit means anything. we are all going to die. hahahahahhhahahahaha. mexicans kill even in america so quit talking shit it can go worse. it gets deep nigga !! OH YEAH I AM BLACK INFLUENCED. loving life in california. Because I graduated. YA'LL JUST MAD. SO FULL OF ANGER. hahahahahahhaaa. who would lived like that ? hmmm ? WHITE GUY GO LIVE IN MEXICO , SEEMS LIKE YOU WANT TO DIE? DON'T LOOK AT ANYONE FUNNY. FUCK THE FINE SEXY BROWN ASS OF YOURS. MAKE HER LOVE YOUR AMERICAN COCK CUS THATS ALL YOU THINK ABOUT. SO WHAT? MAN I LOVE TO FUCK ME SOME white girls too. oh yeah me 6 3/4 cock. and i am only 17 yrs old. :) . my car nissan skyline gtr r34. single turbo. okay um yeah its special. belongs to me mexican teen. WHITE GUY BE LIKE I WANT ONE. but they don't deserve it. got to work hard. NO selling drugs because we are the movement behind soon to be high class mexicans. I already pick my house in Redondo Beach California. CHOLOS WERE BORN BECAUSE WE NEED TO DEFEND OURSELFS FROM THE SAILORS? there is YOUR ANSWER !!!!!!!!! MANY GREAT EMPIRES FAILED. so many. if you don't know learn it because you'll see how you failed. america is great but not the people running it. OUR main GOAL is to scare all counties regions all that jazz hahahahHHAHAHAHAHAHAH H!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OH YEAH BBY.

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Posted by dfwtsever on 06/16/2012 at 2:43 AM

Re: “Letters from the week of November 25

I want to put the word out (Around KC especially) that Im looking for the main part of that EV/Tapco catalina series mixing board that I had at the Outhouse (Ive got the 8-channel expander part) I think the main board was 12 channels.
Its kind of a cool old board, but not really worth anything, Id just like to have it know, cause i dont have enough stuff in my garage. I'd be willing to pay a LITTLE something for it. (I would be VERY impressed if someone is still using it!)
Im thinking that its probably stashed and forgotten about in someones basement or garage, or in some dark corner of the El Torreon.....if it wasnt sent to the dump years ago. Its odd that the two parts got separated. If it HAS been sent to the dump, I hope someone will let me know, so I can forget about it.

It would look something like this:……

Both mainboard and expander look like this:$(K…

Posted by Bob Cutler on 06/14/2012 at 7:42 PM

Re: “Mexican Independence Day edition I need lyrics.
And dirty, get educated. Mex are 100% percent native of America Called continent except espanol imigrants living in mexico. While Citizens of US called formation has no right to be proud of being in America. Mex have more rights in USA you can ever think. you are the foreign there.. :) Just examine Lancestry 2000 of USA at wikipedia..

Posted by Objective on 05/05/2012 at 9:26 AM

Re: “J.E. Dunn pays $1.1 million to make minority-contracting complaints go away

Three years later, JE Dunn Construction has been named the Corporation of the Year by the MidAmerica Minority Supplier Development Council...

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Posted by Caroline on 03/07/2012 at 9:18 AM

Re: “Here’s why Mexican men are so sexy, and what not to say when you wake up wanting to … you know

Why are STDs so prevalent among hispanics?

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Posted by Pancho and Lefty on 02/25/2012 at 5:58 PM

Re: “Letters from the week of November 25

I like everything about the pitch except what is printed. its like the menu at Wendy's except Wendy's has better fish and better mayo

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Posted by Mick Bradford on 01/20/2012 at 10:18 PM

Re: “Here’s why Mexican men are so sexy, and what not to say when you wake up wanting to … you know

Actually to make things clear the word "gabacho" in not an offensive word ..if you think it was you are ignorant of the spanish language. on the other hand "wet-back" or "spic" is said as a denigration for Mexicans or immigrants. the samething with "greengo" the reason for this word was because of the U.S. army wearing green and saying "green go" on the times of Pancho Villa ( Jose Doroteo Arango) and the Mexican Revolution. Is like saying "yankees". Of course you can use it as an offensive word like if you say "pinche gabacho" but you can do the same with other words like "fucking Mexican" while Mexican is not an offensive word your making it by the way your saying dont think if someone is referd as a gabacho he/she is being insulted ...TAKE IT EASY IS JUST A WORD

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Posted by Luis Miguel Garcia Cruz on 12/29/2011 at 2:46 PM

Re: “Mex Text

Pobre güey el "paul the american" (así, con minúscula, porque de ese tamaño parece ser su cerebro). Debería insultarnos en español. Los Mexicanos en Estados Unidos son más inteligente porque hablan español, inglés y aveces más lenguas (ya sea originarias u otras), pero no vale la pena profundizar (con gente como paul) sobre lo maravilloso de la población de origen mexicano en ese país, es gente trabajadora que contribuye mucho a la economía, el conocimiento, la cultura, las artes, etc.

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Posted by the mexican on 11/24/2011 at 5:25 PM

Re: “The city finds $1.1 million to buy parkland it doesn't want or need

What about the fact that directly to the south there is a sports complex that could easily have a walking trail and park benches and picnic shelters

Posted by Steven Trimble on 11/07/2011 at 7:10 PM

Re: “The city finds $1.1 million to buy parkland it doesn't want or need

How about the fact that she herself has been trying to get rid of the drag strip so her property, 27 acres that is near it, could be worth more. She has been fining them for piety stuff and then sent them a letter saying that the place was going to be condemned. What do u think the price of that property went from to now. Its being stolen if u ask me!

Posted by That guy on 11/07/2011 at 4:00 PM

Re: “Why do Mexican women hate Spanish women?

more like embarrassed by the hispanic people i should say. I feel like our culture needs to be fine tuned a alot. We need to discipline our kids, set good examples for them, send our adult asses to school, get real careers, and teach our kids not too drop out or have premarrital-sex and so on. Most hispanic parents are too soft on their kids and spoil them. I think racism still exists and why let raise ur children to be ignorant? So the raxist can laughat them????

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Posted by cindy on 11/07/2011 at 9:21 AM

Re: “Why do Mexican women hate Spanish women?

Its a shame how ''la raza'' is so ignorant. Iam half hispanic and half white (polish-german descent). My whole life my own hispanic family called bolia (white girl). Also i've been made fun of and called white girl by so many ignorant/and educated hispanics. I picked up a little bit of an accent because i married into a hispanic family whom has lived here in America for hundreds of years and they only speak spanish, so i had to learn how to speak spanish fluently! :/ I'm an american girl so i found it odd that they lived here that long and never bothered to go to college, learn english, and better theirselves. All my husband's family has kids at a young age and picks up std's and has several 'baby's daddy's' and they all beleive in brujeria (mexican witchcraft). I love my father's culture, but I am ashamed of all the ignorant people in my fathers race.

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Posted by Marie on 11/07/2011 at 9:11 AM

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