Thursday, July 31, 2014

Situational awareness

Way back in 1988, when I was but a wee lass in college, I participated in a Sociology 202 group discussion about racism. Apparently, my practice of refusing to get into an elevator with men (actually of any race, but particularly African-American), or to walk into a hallway, parking garage, etc. is both RACIST and SEXIST. I was shouted down, shamed, blamed, told I was what was wrong with America; and that attitudes like mine perpetuated racist and sexist stereotypes. And furthermore, I was too unattractive for any man to want to jump and rape me (this generally comes from fellow females). You want to know why I have this attitude? Why I pass judgment on any strange man? Because you never know. Nine out of ten may be perfectly nice and harmless, but the tenth one will kill you. And I value my life too much to play Russian Roulette. This girl tried to get out too late and lost.

NSFW: Chef Ramsay has some competition

This woman is priceless. And the recipe doesn't look bad, either.

There, fixed it for ya, Bloomie

I'm sure y'all have seen this PSA from Michael Bloomberg's anti-gun campaign by Everytown for Gun Safety, and I'm sure you can see the glaring mistake that was made:

And then there is this correction, made by an astute Youtuber. There, now. Much better.

Do you have a Restraining Order? Yeah, but I also have a 1911 .45 ACP and hollow points.

Or if you prefer pump-action shotguns....

WiscoDave Alert!

Woke up this morning to, not one, not two, but THREE classic Wisco offerings and a quick update. He survived the surgery, and is plugging along, but still needs some happy thoughts and prayers, a little Patriot TLC. He's got a lot of recovery ahead of him, but he's a tough old bird, and I have no doubt he'll kick the snot out of it. But for now, send him your best, and enjoy this which he titled "Penis Grigio".

Is it any wonder I adore Wisco?

Wednesday, July 30, 2014

So, I guess this is "settled science"

I think that whole "paying men" part is a stretch.

Assume the position

The Amarillo Area Animal Shelter is playing dirty

They've started sending me emails from puppy dogs. The one today was a homerun. It's kind of small, but you can get an idea.

I'm calling tomorrow to see if we can meet, see if we hit it off. We will be hosting Charlie's son for three weeks in August, I know this isn't the ideal time, but like babies, is there EVER an ideal time? I  know Snoopy gets along well with other dogs, we'll have to see about Bubba there.

But Monkey?! What kind of fool name is Monkey? That's got to change. I was thinking Skeeter, or Mad Max. I dunno. Y'all need to help me.

And when and how.

Middle Eastern Cosplay Babe

Truth, right CM?

The difference between Good and Evil

Take religion completely out of the Gaza situation. Forget Islam, forget Judaism. Shut out the theistic arguments and focus on humanitarian arguments. How does each side treat their own people? How do they treat people in general? How do they treat the most vulnerable citizens within their borders and beyond?

This is a long read, but it's an important one.

Without any bitterness, with only a professional soldier’s cool detachment Almog says, “They have targeted us twice and they have hit us twice.”
“Hamas targeted a special needs village?!”
“Once they hit one of the  dormitories and the other time they hit the petting zoo.”
“And what happened?”
“Some damage” he says matter of factly. “When the war started we took all our residents out of their rooms and now they stay all day and sleep in the shelter. It’s crowded but we do the best we can. We adapt.”
Maya says” The worst thing for a special needs person is to change their routine. Because that’s very important to them. It bothers them, creates a lot of anxiety. And then we had to teach them new words, new concepts.”
She shows me a set of pictures she wears around her neck to communicate with her kid and adult patients. “ This picture shows an ear and you know sound waves. It means we listen for the air raid sirens. This is a picture that shows if we hear the siren we go into the shelter and we wait. And this picture shows that then we sing a song. And after the song or maybe two songs, however long it is until the attack is over, we come out.”

Tuesday, July 29, 2014

In requiem

Just got home from the requiem mass and burial of a beautiful 22-year-old girl. The precious and much loved daughter of a very close friend, taken too soon by an aggressive form of ovarian cancer. She is mourned by her mom and dad, husband of 9 months, three sisters, numerous aunts, uncles, cousins, and many, many friends.

I got to say goodbye to her just a couple of hours before she passed. As I held her hand, I remembered very clearly holding her small body, cuddled close and smelling of sweet baby, just a few days after her birth. Twenty two years is not anywhere near long enough, but she didn't waste a single minute of her life. She loved deeply, freely, joyfully. And she was loved in the same manner.

Rest in peace, Tara, knowing your time here on Earth was full and joyous. We'll miss you.

Monday, July 28, 2014

Super coolio!

MacGyver only WISHED he had these in his golden locks.

Marketing, you're doing it right

Hey, La Raza, NO!

Next time you hear some cockamamie bullshit about "stolen lands" and repatriating the Southwest to Mexico, gently remind them that they were beaten, they ceded the lands for a few million American dollars, and 90% of their citizens chose full citizenship of the US rather than relocating to the new boundaries of Mexico. Ironically, this was the first case of amnesty.

Is that a rifle cozy?

Sunday, July 27, 2014

Sorry I'm late again...

I just can't seem to find the C.L.I.T.T.

Can't wait to read y'all's comments on this one...

Fun and games with Liberal babes

I haven't had this much fun in ages. Got a link in an email from wirecutter about some lib chicks with their knickers in a twist over his Chelsea Clinton baby bump post (HERE). Their ringleader took exception to a little good-natured ribbing (remember all the "jokes" they used to tell about the Palin ladies?) of the Clinton progeny, and dragged out the most upscale insult in her arsenal. She called our wirecutter a "cretin". Now if you read the definition of "cretin", you realize that it's just a $100 word for "retard", ironically one of their pet causes. "Don't Use the "R" Word" campaigns started cropping up a few years ago, headed by lesbian extraordinaire, Jane Lynch. Wonder when the "Don't Use the "C" Word (cretin, not c**t) campaign will be launched?

Anywhoo, if you're bored and want to engage the enemy on their turf, wc has the link at Cretin. Have fun, don't feel compelled to play nice.

If more people taught their kids this lesson

Sharing. What's mine is yours. Here, I'm not through with it, but since you want it, you can just take it from me. It's wrapped in the cloak of "morality" and "generosity", but what it does is teach "entitlement". I grew up in the age of this bullshit, had it shoved down my throat in school and Sunday school, but my folks fought hard to counter this indoctrination with "There is a line where generosity becomes compulsory and that's socialism." God, I love my folks. They taught me that what was mine, was mine, and it was up to me to decide if I wanted to share it and with whom. Simply because someone else wants it doesn't mean I have to give it to them. If I was done playing with something, if I just felt benevolent, I could choose to share my belongings. But the key word here is CHOOSE. When society compels you to give something of yours to someone else merely because they WANT IT NOW, well that's when you start teaching kids socialism. And a host of other undesirable qualities.

This mother explains in total perfection why this is a dangerous lesson to be teaching our kids. If you have young children, are grandparents, teachers, any contact at all with young minds, please read this.

I don't agree with the approach of the mothers in either of these situations. I think it does a child a great disservice to teach him that he can have something that someone else has, simply because he wants it. And I can understand the desire to give your children everything they want; we all have it. But it's a good lesson for you both to learn that this isn't always possible, and you shouldn't step all over other people to get these things.
Furthermore, this is not how things work in the real world. In your child's adult life, he's going to think he's owed everything he sees. This is already happening in the next generation. I read a fascinating article about how today's teens and 20-somethings are expecting raises and promotions at their jobs for reasons like, "I show up every day."


Straight up, yo!

Thursday, July 24, 2014

What gets me through (besides the Xanax)


"Quick, go get your dad, he really needs to see this...."

I'm going to be offline until sometime Monday. There are posts scheduled to pop up between now and then for your entertainment and enlightenment. I'm taking the filter off so your comments will magically appear along with all the entertaining spam. I'll deal with that when I get back.

In the meantime, your assignment is to explain to Jimmy Earl, Billy Ray and Little Elvis what's going on in the picture. Your answers will be graded, and the best ones forwarded to National Geographic's Forum.



Sword fight!

Wednesday, July 23, 2014

Sounds like a plan to me

Aw hell, I give up

SilencerCo shotgun suppressor

This is impressive. And now I want one. Girls and their toys, you know?

III Patriot Society: Strength in numbers

Okay, yeah, I'm a little late to the game on this one, but I had good reason. I've been a little whackadoo lately. But now I'm focused and serious. There has been much written by wirecutter and Kerodin on this, so I'm not going to re-plow the fields they've already sown. Go read wc's HERE and Kerodin's HERE.
They explain the purpose and focus of joining the III Patriot Society, they explain the character of those involved, Sam even gives you an easy button to assist in your joining. What I'm going to do is break down the numbers a la Sally Struthers. 

I'm sitting here sipping my $1.61 Big Fuck You Bloomberg Tub of Coke and thinking. I get one of these a day, average $48 a month. That's four Colonial memberships or two Minuteman memberships on a monthly payment with $8 left over for fun and games. I'm giving up Cokes for Liberty. What can you do without? What is your freedom worth to you? What is your family's freedom worth? Is the III Patriot Society going to stop the erosion of our Rightful Liberty in it's tracks? Not on its own, but it's another arrow in the Patriot quiver. It's another means, a very powerful means of getting our voices heard, our point across. But one voice crying out in the wilderness won't do it, we need numbers to be noticed. We need to stand together, we need to focus our efforts, we need to organize our resources and use them efficiently. And coming together in a group legally recognized by the government is probably the best way to do it. You know the old saying, "Fight fire with fire"? We're lighting that fire. May it ever burn brightly.

I'm putting the link to the III Patriot Society in my blogroll. Please consider if your Liberty is worth $20 or even $10 a month, click on the link and join with us. 

Achmed likes the fancy girls

Awww, time goes so fast

Tuesday, July 22, 2014

It really is that simple

David Copafeel, or feeling myself up

Okay, I know this is something we ladies have noticed in the men around us. Under the guise of "adjusting themselves", a nice little adjustment turns into a 15 minute grope fest. Especially if they're sitting there watching tv.
Here's the confession, I was just sitting here watching The Wheel of Fortune and eating popcorn (yes I know that's not a decent dinner), dropping several kernels down the front of my tank top into the well between my titties formed by a high dollar push up bra. Still watching the tv, I go in after them, sweeping between my boobs and bra cups to get the little crunchies out. It wasn't until the commercial break that I realized I'd spent the last 5 minutes feeling myself up. You know what? Boobs are fun to play with, I'm not sorry, and gentlemen, continue fondling your nuts. It's all good.

A monument to Wiserangel


When your gun fits your hand so well, 
you can't tell where you end and it begins.

Sunday, July 20, 2014

The meaning of Militia

I lay on a pile of cow crap and nettles, peering uselessly through weeds growing on a wire fence. I am unable to see more than 12 feet into an open field. Prone, my neck and shoulders hurt as I crane hoping to see far enough so that I can have some warning of advancing forces. I am sweating out buckets, soaking my Battle Dress Uniform (BDU), boonie hat and underwear as thoroughly as if I had been caught in a thunderstorm. My neck is developing a sunburn because, like an idiot, I failed to put sunblock into my kit. Baking in the sun, unable to see anything, feeling hot, bored and useless, I remember why I left the Army . . .
Rewind a few months. I am very concerned about the lawful lawlessness of Federal State and local governments. Legislation and regulation seem to me to be oriented to favoring the fortunes of politically connected persons and groups rather than the general benefit of all citizens. What they do is legal, but it is immoral.
The dustup between Cliven Bundy and the Bureau of Land Management really focused my attention as it made an abstract argument for overbearing government concrete. On one hand, it is clear that Bundy has dug his heels in and is ignoring the rulings of the authorities – he is on the wrong side of the law. On the other hand Bundy is the only rancher in the area left after years of management by the BLM – an agency supposedly empowered to manage land for the benefit of everyone, even ranchers. I think the Feds are morally wrong and the fines and penalties unjust. Unjust laws ought not be complied with.
Finish reading HERE
Submitted by Sandman

Mom got a Participation Trophy


Yeah, I guess you can kind of get an idea of my general attitude and frame of mind from the creative title. Things have kind of ganged up on me to kick my ass, both literally and figuratively. I got up last Monday and realized I didn't have anything left, I was tired down to my soul, but life wasn't finished.

We had to put the Cute Chicks back on Abilify, one of the hardest decisions I've ever made. It's poisoning their little bodies, we have to have frequent testing for liver and kidney damage, but there are no other viable options. Teen Queen becomes violent to others when she has a meltdown, which are more frequent without the calming drug. Baby Queen becomes violent to herself when she has a meltdown. And I get beat up mentally and emotionally trying to prevent them from hurting themselves and others. I just couldn't keep going, so I pussied out and put them back on Abilify. And cried for two days. I'm so sorry, girls, I feel like I failed you.

And that was pretty much the beginning of my meltdown. I failed the chicks, I'm a failure as a wife, a daughter, a woman, and sometimes even a Patriot. I'm just feeling overwhelmed, so many people are depending on me to keep things going; my folks, the chicks, friends, family, on and on. Part of my problem is a fear of vulnerability, I don't want to show weakness, so I gut it up and keep going. And I'm a people pleaser, I have no idea how to say "no", so I keep saying "yes" instead of "fuck you". This is starting to sound whiny, so I'll close it

I'm not dead, just a little crazy. I've been sleeping with Prince Valium and living in Xanaxtopia. It's nice here. Peaceful aside from the crazy ass technicolor dreams. (The other night, I was at a blogger party, had to leave and was running around hugging everyone and saying goodbye. Couldn't find wirecutter and Miss Lisa anywhere and had to leave without a goodbye hug and was pissed off. Went out to my truck and drove off hauling an Over The Rainbow parade float covered in Munchkins. Valium is weird.) I'll try to get the few ducks I have left in a row and get back to being me again. Please be patient.



Wednesday, July 16, 2014

Absolutely best parody ever

The people who need it most, won't uderstand it at all.

Thanks to balloon for the link.

Meanwhile, in Angel's shower....

For anyone interested, HERE is the tutorial that walks you through the project. You know, if you need help.

You'll recognize that pic and know that's not my actual shower. My tiles are sandstone and my box is clear. The important part is that your box has a waterproof gasket around the lid. Oh, and make sure the closures are on top and not on bottom. I made that mistake and dropped an unloaded .38 on my toe. I didn't read the directions.

Angel, the Later Years

21st Century Refugee Camp

Here you go, folks. All of you who haven't had a vacation that didn't involve sleeping in a relative's guest room or on a couch, this should make your eyeball's scream. Behold! Obama's solution to housing the "juvenile refugees":

A $50 million contract has been awarded to BCFS (Baptist Child and Family Services) to purchase and staff the Palm Aire Resort and Hotel in Weslaco, Texas. This will be the new "summer camp" for 600 illegal aliens from the ages of 12 to 17*.  You know, until they can be relocated to live with other illegal family members throughout the states while they wait to ignore their court hearings on asylum. It will be staffed by a comparable number of BCFS workers making from $10 to $45 dollars an hour. Oh, and you know there will be complaints that it isn't good enough for these darling children.

For more pictures of illegal paradise, click HERE.

As Terry from FL mentioned in the comments, BCFS backed out of the deal. WiscoDave sent the link below.

Meanwhile in Russia....

Video description:

Assembly and disassembly of the assault rifle AK-74 in Russian school. The "Patriot" competition among the students of 9-10 grade. Meanwhile in Russia. 

And in America? Teach your kids, train them, educate them, guide them, love them. They are YOUR responsibility, not the school system's, not the government's, YOURS.

Tuesday, July 15, 2014

The MLB All-Star Game

Love baseball, always have. Used to crush hard on Derek Jeter, captain and shortstop of the New York Yankees. Until my Gaydar pinged. The last couple of days, an announcement has been hyped about homosexuality and the Major League. Honoring the late Glenn Burke, former Athletic and openly gay (shocking that he should play for a Bay Area team. But there should be another announcement. I'm betting $100 to any takers that Jeter is coming out of the closet. This is his last All-Star game, he's retiring at the end of the season.  Now's the time, Jete. Declare your man-love and be done with it.

First at bat, Jeter gets a standing ovation, calls of Derek Jeter! He quiets the fans by stepping into the batter's box. In the ensuing quiet you hear one lone voice chanting, "Over-Rated!" First pitch, patented inside out swing into the corner for a double. I love baseball. But Jeter's still gay.

III to III for Xeno

We interrupt this blogger's ongoing mental meltdown to request some assistance for a fellow Patriot. It's not always about money, sometimes we really do need a helping hand. Xeno and his lovely wife, Mrs. Xeno aka Rose, are moving Thursday. They have a truck and trailer, what they need is some strong backs and helping hands. Rumor has it, in addition to this lovely couple's gratitude, those who show up to help will also be fed barbeque. I have not had the pleasure of tasting Xeno's cuisine, but we have swapped recipes and I guarantee you won't be disappointed. If there's anyone in his AO, Oklahoma area, I forget in my drug-addled state where, please go over and see what you can do. This is building tribe, community, and it's what will hold us together when SHTF.

Heres's his link, and unless you're a gynecologist, the pics might be a little NSFW.

Thanks and hugs,


Saturday, July 12, 2014

Hard lessons

Teach your kids true history. 
Don't let them learn hard lessons first hand.
The expressions, or lack thereof,
say everything you need to know.

Friendly shows to desensitize the population

See? We're your friends, we're your protectors, come look at our cool gear. What? Why are we here staging on your municipally-owned school property? I'm sorry, that's none of your business.

"Residents of Livingston, IL., population 850, were shocked to see agents from Homeland Security, the US Customs and Border Patrol and local police agencies swarm a field belonging to a grade school yesterday, with one local telling news channel KTVI, “When all the armored trucks started showing up and everything it made me kind of nervous.”
One child said he thought the spectacle was “pretty cool” and that agents invited the local children to check out the choppers up close, despite the presence of weapons inside the helicopters.
The school superintendent said he was not given any information about the operation beforehand, despite authorities using school land as a staging ground. The U.S. Attorney’s Office refused to release any information on the purpose behind the operation."

Friday, July 11, 2014

"Frozen" Wiserangel style

I need a sippy cup

These might be the greatest invention ever. 


Having a discussion with Jesse from DC who was talking about getting his mom a taser, I brought up that Poppy got mom a taser quite a few years ago and that he hates it. Scares the poop out of him that she has it. The beauty of a 52-year love affair, no?

But that brought up this story, which I'm sure most if not all of you have read before on other blogs. (I can't believe y'all are seeing other blogs, sluts.) Anywhoo, I'm posting it here because it's funny, and dammit, I need a laugh.

Dear Carl,
Last weekend I was at Larry's Pistol & Pawn looking for a little something special for my wife, Renee. I came across a 100,000-volt pocket taser. Its disabling effect on an assailant was described as short-lived, with no long-term consequences, but would allow my wife--who would never consider a gun--adequate time to retreat to safety.


Long story short, I bought the device and brought it home. I loaded two AAA batteries and pushed the button. Nothing! I was disappointed, but then I read (yes, I read the instructions) that if I pressed the taser against a metal surface and pushed the button at the same time, I'd see a blue arc of electricity darting back and forth between the prongs, to verify that it was working.


I have yet to explain to Renee that new burn spot on the face of her microwave.
There I was, home alone with this new toy, thinking to myself that it couldn't be all that bad with only two triple-A batteries, right? I sat there in my recliner, reading the directions, my cat Gracie looking on intently. Trusting little soul. I got to thinking that I really needed to try this thing out on a flesh and blood moving target. I admit I thought about zapping Gracie for a fraction of a second. She is such a sweet cat, but if I was going to give this device to my wife to protect herself against a mugger, I did want some assurance that it would work as advertised. Am I wrong?
So there I sat in shorts and a tank top with my reading glasses perched on the bridge of my nose, directions in one hand, and taser in another. The directions said a one-second burst would shock and disorient your assailant, a two-second burst would cause muscle spasms and a major loss of bodily control, and a three-second burst would purportedly make your assailant flop on the ground like a fish out of water. A burst longer than three seconds would be a waste of batteries.

I'm sitting there alone, with Gracie looking on, her head cocked to one side as if to say, 'Don't do it.' But I was reasoning that a one-second burst from such a tiny little thing couldn't hurt all that bad. I decided to give myself a one-second burst, just for the heck of it. I touched the prongs to my naked thigh, pushed the button, and...


Jessie Ventura ran in through the side door, picked me up from my recliner, and body slammed us both onto the carpet, over and over and over again. I vaguely recall waking up on my side in the fetal position, with tears in my eyes, body soaking wet, tingling legs, nipples on fire, and testicles nowhere to be found.

SON-OF-A... That Hurt Like HELL!

If you ever feel compelled to 'mug' yourself with a taser, you should know that there is no such thing as a one-second burst when you zap yourself. You will not let go of that taser until it is dislodged from your hand by your involuntary violent thrashing about on the floor.

A minute or so later (I can't be sure, as time was relative at that point) I collected what wits I had left, sat up, and surveyed the landscape. My bent reading glasses were on the mantel of the fireplace. How did they get there? My triceps, right thigh, and both nipples were still twitching. My face felt like it was shot up with Novocaine. My bottom lip weighed 88 lbs. And I'm still looking for my testicles!!

I'm offering a significant reward for their safe return.

Still in shock,

Thursday, July 10, 2014

Target tease

I really really need this

I'm a Mustang girl, first, last and always (sorry, momvan). But I am head over heels in love with this.

A message from Xenolith

Hey y'all,
Got a message from Xeno that circumstances beyond his control have knocked him offline for a while. He's trying to right the Xenoship, and wanted his friends and fellow Patriots to know he hasn't lost his mind and is not running nekkid around Turn Here Rose with a tiara on his head. Really, he isn't. I promise. But it is a fun image, huh?

He'll be back to work as soon as he gets things straightened out and wants to make sure y'all don't forget about him while he's gone. But really, how can you forget now that you have that pic of him running butt nekkid in a tiara through the brush of Oklahoma?



Tuesday, July 8, 2014


"those who are no longer our countrymen" shorthand for the following:

"If ye love wealth better than liberty, the tranquility of servitude better than the animating contest of freedom, go home from us in peace. We ask not your counsels or arms. Crouch down and lick the hands which feed you. May your chains set lightly upon you, and may posterity forget ye were our countrymen."

Samuel Adams

Excellent post HERE

h/t to Jesse in DC for the link

Yep, it's Tuesday

However, we seem to be surrounded by fucktards.

Coop de Grace

Kinda makes you wish you were a chicken. Click on the link and check out the amenities at Chez Cluck.

Monday, July 7, 2014

So which team name(s) offend you?

My personal faves:

Wirecutter, Kerodin, and Miller

h/t WiscoDave
It's all his fault. He's a bad influence.

~wink, wink~

Happy Birthday, Wirecutter!

It's the 55th birthday of our own Elder statesman of the III% Patriot movement. I had hoped to procure some baby pictures to post, but wc's mom is very loyal (scared shitless) and politely refused to cough 'em up. She did, however, dangle THE PICTURE before me for a few days before denying me the pleasure of posting it. Her description: his first birthday party and he's only wearing a party hat. Okie dokie then. ~grinning maniacally~ ANY picture of wc wearing a party hat would be golden. But a pic of baby wirecutter au naturale in a party hat? I WANT TO BE THE PERSON TO POST THAT. Maybe next year. I'll try to find her sweet spot and work it.

But I was pondering the Patriots I've come to know over the last couple of years and wondered how they measured age-wise to the original Founding Fathers. Here are their ages, July 4, 1776:

Marquis de Lafayette, 18
James Monroe, 18
Gilbert Stuart, 20
Aaron Burr, 20
Alexander Hamilton, 21
Betsey Ross, 24
James Hamilton, 25

How are we doing? Everybody feeling old? Need a break? Pushing into the 30s and 40s:

Thomas Jefferson, 33
John Adams, 40
Paul Revere, 41
George Washington, 44
Samuel Adams, 53

Now we're getting closer, but wirecutter is still older by a long shot. There is hope, though.

Benjamin Franklin, a robust 70 on July 4, 1776, makes wc look like a pup. And then there is the oldest recorded participant, Samuel Whittemore, who at the tender age of 80, kicked some British ass in one of the earliest skirmishes. Whittemore reminds me so much of Poppy.

So Very Happy Birthday to my favorite Knuckledragger. You ain't dead yet, and you still need to write the damn book.

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Sunday, July 6, 2014

The Underground Railroad for La Raza

Funded by ACORN. Is anybody shocked yet? Know the enemy.

"Over $8 million went into building their facility for this. This business was founded in 1987 and was made-to-order for Obama’s manufactured chaos on the border. Fast facts on Southwest Key Programs:
  • Founded: 1987
  • Legal Status: Nonprofit, charitable 501(c)(3) Social Service, Education and Community Development Organization
  • Staff: Over 2,200 nationwide
  • Programs: Southwest Key operates 68 juvenile justice and family programs, safe shelters for immigrant children, schools, and community building initiatives
  • Number Served: Over 200,000 kids and their families annually
  • Headquarters: Austin, Texas
  • Locations: Texas, California, New York, Georgia, Arizona, Wisconsin
  • FY 20013-14 Budget: $150 million
  • Funding: Grants and contracts by U.S. federal, state, and local government, foundations, and corporations; special events; private contributions
  • Social Enterprises: Southwest Key Enterprises, Southwest Key Cafe del Sol, Southwest Key Maintenance, Southwest Key Green Energy & Construction, Southwest Key Workforce Development, The Blooming Florist, Southwest Key Youth, Family, & Transportation LLC
Their specialty is reunifying illegal minors with their families. They are the underground railroad for the American invasion from the South. They are nationalistic in their connections and leadership. Heavily connected to the La Raza Roundtable, don’t be fooled by the charitable facade. This is a radical breeding ground. They are militant, Latino community organizers."