For a Costa Rican fellow, Victor, he say’s he wants to come here. The following.   America: where responsibilities are like soldiers with bayonets prodding us on.

America: We are here in a struggle fueled by hope.America buy a new car like a Bic lighter. Just qualify.

America: Is there something Im supposed to be doing for you, that im not?

With my fingers on the pulse of the situation.

America; Citizens hiding in side of her, for fear of there own shadows, we are one I am one with you inside of  you .

And now dear reader for fear I am right you may dismiss me.  Where eagles fly, over a sea of corn flakes for everybody.   John Gerace.