New Braunfels Herald Zeitung (Newspaper) - June 7, 2003, New Braunfels, Texas
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Fort Worth Star-Thlegram on highway spending:
Putting together a new six-year plan for highway and transit improvements in the U.S. is a daunting task — but it must be done because the current national transportation plan expires in September.
Perhaps the only thing tougher along this line is figuring out how to pay for those improvements — but, it, too, must be done. It must be done because much of our transportation infrastructure is crumbling around us; because many of our roads are jammed with traffic; because too many commuters waste too much valuable time and spend too many frustrating hours stuck in that traffic; and because available mass transit options have only begun to address the need.
The chairman of the U.S. House subcommittee charged with drafting a new federal highway and transit plan, U.S. Rep. Tim Petri of Wisconsin, has outlined a $375 billion proposal that would give Tbxas an estimated $20.8 billion in highway funds in the 2004-09 fiscal years.
That’s a $7.59 billion increase over the state’s current funding levels.
Petri advocates an immediate increase in the federal gasoline tax, now set at 18.4 cents per gallon. That rate has not been raised since 1993, and inflation has eroded its purchasing power to roughly the equivalent of 13 cents. That makes sense.
Transportation needs must be met, and the planning must start now. Gasoline taxes are paid by the people who use the roads, and that’s the best way to raise the necessary money.
Federal transportation funds must be matched at the state level if Texas projects are to proceed. Gov. Rick Perry has opposed any increase in the state gasoline tax, saying new highway expenditures should be directed to toll roads. Texas has not raised its 20-cents-a-gallon gasoline tax since 1991. State transportation officials say the cost of needed highway projects in the state currently outpaces available funding 3-to-l.
Shifting much of the emphasis to toll roads will help fill part of that need. Using the Texas Mobility Fund, under which the state’s voters, for the first time, approved borrowing money for road construction, also will help.
Nevertheless, it Is unlikely Texas can avoid a gasoline tax increase much longer.
Today In History-
By The Associated Press
Today is Saturday, June 7, the 158th day of 2003.
TTiere are 207 days left in the year.
Todays history highlight:
On June 7, 1776, Richard Henry Lee of Virginia pm-posed to the (Continental
Congress a resolution calling for a Declaration of Independence.
In 1654, Louis XIV was crowned King of France in Rheims.
In 1769, frontiersman Daniel B*xme first began to explore the present-day
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Congress should stop the foreign work program
As they once said in the before-we-got-here years, it is time to take pen in hand and, write your congressional representative and senators. Tell them to kill the foreign employment visa programs (H-1B and L-l).
These programs allow foreigners to take American jobs while millions of Americans are unemployed. The whole idea was a fraud to begin with. Big business claimed there was such a shortage back in 1990 that it needed to recruit foreign workers (these are skilled laborers, not stoop labor).
No such shortage ever existed, but Congress passed it anyway. Initially, it allowed 65,(MKI temporary visas g<x>d for six years, and then it was expanded to 115,000 in 1999 and to 195,(XX) foreign workers admitted annually through this year.
Outrageous. Even more outrageous is that local, state and federal governments are hiring foreigners, Uke Perhaps you have wondered why you run into so many people with foreign names and accents when you deal with government these days. This is the reason.
I suspect the motivation in both private and public sectors is the same. Foreign workers under this program are docile. They don’t cause trouble. They work for less pay. After all, if they lose their jobs, its back to the old country.
In the meantime, millions of freshly laid-off Americans are in unemployment lines. How stupid can Congress be? It has a big argument about tax cuts and extending unemployment insurance when it can create hundreds of thousands of vacant jobs overnight. Kill the program. Send guest workers back home.
I have nothing against foreigners.
In fact, I’ve been called an ethnic junkie because I hang out with so many immigrants. The guest workers, however, are not immigrants. They are foreigners here on temporary visas to fill jobs tens of thousands of Americans are qualified t& fill.
It is utterly inexcusable to keep this fraudulent program alive. It is a fraud because there are plenty of qualified Americans, including immigrants, who could handle these jobs. There is not now — and never was — a shortage of Americans willing and able to work.
For more information you can check out www.zazona.com, www.thesocial-contract.com, www.fairus.org and www.number8usa.com.
Sometimes, you can easily get the idea the government deliberately works against the interests of American people. Do you think the government can really keep terrorists out of the United States with our open-bor-ders policy?
Uxik at these numbers: (In a typical day, according to government statistics, U.S. customs processes more than 1.1 million passengers, more than 57,(XX) trucks/containers, 580 vessels, 2,459 aircraft and more than 323,(XX) vehicles. There are 301 ports of entry, and the officials who are expected to detain, medically examine or condi
tionally release people or animals suspected of carrying infectious diseases consist of 43 people in an Atlanta office and 39 in the field.
A little understaffed, don’t you think?
Another question: How do you suspect someone or some critter is carrying an infectious disease if there are no visible symptoms? ,
The U.S. government, with its open-borders policy, is going to turn the United States into a Third W6rld country, with a few rich people at the top and lots of poor people at the bottom. But not just poor people — poor people of quite different ethnic and racial backgrounds who will be scrambling and clawing to get the few crumbs that get brushed off the tables at the top. It won’t be a pleasant place to live. Ifs a formula for conflict and social upheaval.
Heifer dust about diversity notwithstanding, the most stable countries in the world are those with homogenous or nearly homogenous populations. Diversity breeds conflict. Ask American blacks and Native Americans, and while you're at it, ask Native Americans to remind you what unlimited immigration can do to a resident population.
Those statistics about customs and disease control, by the way, I gleaned from the latest issue of The Social Contract. This is an excellent quarterly and is always chock-full of useful information you won’t find in the daily news.
I’ve already given you its Web address. Try it.
(Charity Reese is a syndicated columnist.)
Bluegrass State — Kentucky.
In 1848, French postimpressionist painter Paul Gauguin was born in Paris.
In 1864, Abraham lincoln was nominated for another term as president.
In 1929, the sovereign state of Vatican City came
into existence as copies of the I cateran Treaty were exchanged in Rome.
In 1939, King George VI and his wife, Queen Elizabeth, arrived at Niagara Falls, N.Y., from Canada on the first visit to the United States by a reigning British
In 1967, author-critic Dorothy Parker, famed for her caustic wit, died in New York.
In 1972, musical “Grease’ opened on Broadway.
Ten years ago: The Supreme Court ruled that
religious groups can sometimes meet on school property after hours. The justices also let stand, without comment, a federal appeals court, ruling allowing student-led prayers at graduation ceremonies in Texas, louisiana and Mississippi.End-of-year soiree was grueling family experience
“Daddy, can I have an end-of-the-school-year party?” Chrissy purred.
“It’s not your turn!” Joey barked.
“Butt out Joey,” she sharply replied. “On your birthday, you talked Mom into letting you have a party when it wasn’t your turn, and you got tons of presents and cash from your friends.”
Joey looked baffled for a moment. Then he shrewdly replied, “It wasn’t a birthday party — it was a get-together.”
I put my foot down and said sternly, “Christine, it is not your turn to have a party this year.” She looked crushed, and Joey looked triumphant. I hoped that was the end of the matter.
A few days later when we were having dinner, Rosemary casually said, “I was thinking of letting Chrissy have an end-of-the-year soiree.”
“Whats a swor-rayT Billy questioned. Joey said suspiciously, “Sounds like a party!”
“Oh, it isn’t anything like a full-blown party,” Rosemary hastily explained. “Its more like a little gathering just for a few girls.”
I agreed, as long as I didn’t have to do anything. Christine was elated, and she and her mother began their plans immediately.
The next day I found an invitation in the
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printer which Christine had left in our home office. It had huge lettering which clearly read, “Find of School Party.” I asked Christine what this meant. She explained that her friends did not know what “soiree” meant, assuring me she printed only 20 invitations.
That night we took our evening stroll with our friend, Carla, who assured us that in her experience from her older teenage daughters, that half the guests would not show up, and the others would arrive late and leave early. We felt a little less pressured with this good news and asked Christine to invite the neighborhood kids so she wouldn’t be disappointed with a low turnout.
On the day of the soiree, we made a sandwich tray, put out a couple of bags of chips, and iced down two cases of soda. Rosemary got a pad and began planning games, but Christine said, “Oh Mother!” in obvious exasperation. “We’re too old for
“But what will you play?” Rosemary asked.
"They want to play spin the bottle!” Joey pqied up.
I raised my voice, “Oh no, there will be none of that! Upstairs is strictly off limits young lady — do you understand me?”
“Yes, Daddy,” Christine replied meekly, while I sat down at the computer to make the rules.
I pxisted them on the front door and the staircase. They read: “No Spin the Bottle Games; No One Upstairs; No Smoking; No Drinking; No Cussing; and No Kissing! Have Fun.”
The doorbell rang and rang and rang. 'IVenty kids poured in, then 30, then 40. 'IVventy minutes later, we had 80 kids in our home! My wife was upset and ran down to the store to buy more refreshments while I cornered my daughter.
“How did this happen?” I inquired.
“I don’t know,” she replied. “A lot of kids told other kids about the party, and they just showed up.”
It seemed like every kid south of Dallas caught wind of the soiree. As I watched, the unusual behavior of the guests intrigued me. The girls followed Christine around like a school of lemmings. A few of the boys followed the girls like part of the school, however, most boys just wanted to
shoot baskets outside, while the girls stood around to marvel at their prowess.
That soiree seemed to last longer than the entire Civil War. Throughout the evening, someone tore the rules off the walls, and kids continually tromped up and down the stairs. One girl locked herself in the bathroom, weeping because a mean boy called her fat. Another girl was crying in Christine’s bedroom because her boyfriend had dumped her. Oh, the agony and ecstasy of being 13!
Kids, kids everywhere — in the kitchen, in the living room, roaming around upstairs, in the garden, coming out of our ears. They ains unled every morsel of fix si and asked for more. They made a mess throughout the house and left destruction in their wake. Many of their parents were over an hour late, and we glanced at them and then each other — fully understanding why. It was a grueling experience.
Oblivious to our misery, Christine was in raptures. Because it was a smashing success, she and her friends were already planning the next party, I mean soiree,
(Rosemary and Cay Scott of Schertz have written for many magazines and ne iv spa -pers across the country. They have four kids, tux> dogs, one bird, a frog and some fish without names.