| Caesar Chavez And The United Farm Workers Fail To Kill Me - Twice !! |
| His Fat Bullies Run Too Slow A warm summer afternoon in San Luis Obispo. I see the the paid students and housewives parade carrying the usual garbage signs - free speech and othe vague and about nothing in this area. Suddenly they switch to signs some white guy brings them and pose for pictures for two minutes before putting them down and then lining up to be paid- $30 each. Me- I see them put the signs down on the stairs I am sweeping;so, I start reading what they did not want the locals to see and I see the next day in East Coast newspapers- one says SLO Cops Kill Farmworkers. Never happened. Another Sheriffs Rape Farm Worker Women. Never happened. And other lies. The white guy sees me looking at the signs. He wants everybody to know about these signs? No- they are to get donations from otherwise ignorant people who believe the United Farm Workers actually want to help somebody other than themselves(the United Farm Workers ignore dozens of elections making the UFW their union, because the donations are making them rich). This white guy starts chasing me. I start running-away. I pass this Cadillac- out pops 4 men- one of them Caesar Chavez. Caesar Chavez says to the other 3: "Beat him boys". Those fatties try to chase but are too out of condition due to their donation money buying them too much food. I unlock a courthouse building door with my passkey and disappear from the sight of Caesar Chavez's fatty would-be killers and out of the sight of Bully Boy Caesar Chavez himself. Caesar Chavez failed to kill me and The Truth that day. Bobby lives on. |
| United Farm Workers Fail To Put Two Bullets In My Head They Came Within Inches But I Live On The United Farm Workers always complained about farmers not letting unions(always meaning the UFW of course) come onto farms to beat, I mean talk farm workers into joining their union. Me, I think- what if others in the Santa Maria Valley do the blocking so the UFW does not have any basis for donations to their cause, I mean a basis to complain. So, the roads into the farms are blocked by friends and anybody else that volunteers. I take a turn one night in the pickup my father gave me and lay down and go to sleep- until I hear 2 gunshots from a car going by 30 feet away on West Main Street(near the Adams house). I feel the pickup move a little as each bullet hit the door near me. Sure the car is gone I get out and look at the door. Within inches of where my head had been I see the 2 bullet holes- 45 calber or a little larger. Inside I see where one bullet went clear through and wnt through the door on the other side. One bullet hit the door handle parts on the first door and probably still is inside the door. Murdering United Farm Workers failed to murder me. Bobby lives on. |