Immigration Proposal that didn't happen....

Immigration

The President's (Obama) Proposal

 As many of you know the Congressional Budget Office has to report on every law or proposal to the US budget. I became a subscriber to their reports a few years back thinking I might get a little background information that wasn't so readily available...


 This proposal really chilled me. I have never heard anything more about it... Maybe I don't understand the rationale or the positive intended impact ..


 CBO estimates that by 2026, the immigration proposal would make the total number of people residing in the United States 11 million (or about 3 percent) higher than projected under current law (see Figure 2). That increase in the population would expand the labor  force and employment, boosting output. At first, as employment increased, less capital would be available per worker, and workers’ average output would therefore be lower for a time. In addition, the new workers would be less skilled, on average, than the labor force under current law. Through the end of the 10-year period covered by this analysis, those factors would make average wages lower than they would be under current law— although that reduction does not necessarily imply that average wages would be lower for people who would be residents under current law. CBO has not analyzed the effects of the President’s immigration proposal on the income of those people. Over time, the increases in the labor force and in employment would boost output in another way: They would raise capital 

4. CBO has not estimated the economic effects of all of the President’s proposals. For example, a proposal to give states grants that would expand access to child care for low- and middle-income families could, in principle, lead to increased labor force participation among affected parents. But the Administration has not provided enough detail to allow CBO to estimate the proposal’s effects. In addition, CBO is in the process of estimating the economic effects of the Trans-Pacific Partnership, a trade agreement not yet approved by the Congress, so it has not included those effects in this analysis.

 5. An analysis of that legislation conducted by CBO and the staff of the Joint Committee on Taxation is summarized in Congressional Budget Office, letter to the Honorable Patrick J. Leahy providing an estimate for S. 744, the Border Security, Economic Opportunity, and Immigration Modernization Act (July 3, 2013), www.cbo.gov/publication/44397. See also Congressional Budget Office, The Economic Impact of S. 744, the Border Security, Economic Opportunity, and Immigration Modernization Act (June 2013), www.cbo.gov/publication/44346. CBO A MACROECONOMIC ANALYSIS OF THE PRESIDENT’S 2017 BUDGET

 JUNE 2016 ....

New From CBO A Macroeconomic Analysis of the President’s 2016 Budget

...ever since...

 Was watching something on the big screen… my landlords big screen in the living room .. his living room. My Cabin is 'up the hill' from the ranch house but I come down to get the running water.. wash my dishes.. Yes running water what a blessing right under your own control.. just turn the knob. I am a huge fan of technology. Some technology that is.

 We humans ... so brilliant!  … or slightly that way. You get one or two bright bulbs and the rest of us just follow up, think we get it, just do our job. Maybe that's an unfair description but I was watching on the big screen this Saturday NIght briefly after washing my dishes… this documentary on Rajneesh…. Bhagwan! I have opinions…  prejudices.

 After two 1 hour episodes I couldn't bear to sit through the exciting conclusion… not that I couldn't handle it, ... the Oregon experiment. As I said to JP … I'm with the locals, the rednecks. Not that I couldn't notice that there was a certain … whoopie!

Joy in Free Love!! All so 60's even though it was the 80's….

 And coincidentally earlier today when I went to CMCM on my day off to try to work on still presenting the essence of Republican vs. Progressive which my two previous shows attempted to deal with…. prior to the Good Humus Farm tour which was quite shocking .. I kept the camera rolling through the mayhem…. though no bloody footage ..the immensity of a little dog getting attacked by rosebushes is horrible enough…. so far after a major announcement to all 590 friends on Facebook …. 4 people according to the counter have clicked on my movie.

  I am very used to this Rodney Dangerfield treatment in this incarnation. After all me and the Rajneesh with his 17 Rolls Royce's have a lot in common. Wait a minute. In common …. ??? ! … thousand of ludicrous acolytes… worshipping his very footsteps.

  Nobody worships my footsteps. Hallelujah there!

  Get to the point of this commentary …. OK.

  The point is this…. ever since Billy Hall ripped the record player's arm off my…. Woodstock the album …. Jimi Hendrix playing the Star Spangled Banner in all his majesty in the Hall family living room …. that I was so thrilled to share with my childhood best friend .. Dicky Hall… probably about the summer of 1971 (me 19 years old )…. maybe even the last time that me and Dicky ever saw each other.. I can't remember.

 Billy Hall.. the Dad of my best friend and Dad of dear friends to this day Cindy and Pammy… said '''get that GaDamn Caterwaulin! out of here" as he strode into the living room where me and Dicky were sitting and if I say ripped the the arm from the record player that would be a terrible exaggeration… yet I swear GaDamn and Caterwaulin' was in the sentence and he was steaming,anger --- hearing one second of Jimi Hendix explore the Star Spangled Banner in 1969, and it was probably 1971 then, and me with my scruffy 'Che Guevara wanna' be' beard and overalls …didn't make him any happier. The fact is that he did not ruin the record.. he could have ripped that needle right across the Warner Brothers grooves…. he had some control. sure Scared me though.. !

  So you got thousands of these happy free love acolytes in Oregon… wondering why the locals are such ' bigots' while dressed in reds and oranges.. Would someone have freaked out if you wore your faded Green T shirt….? People don't know what mind control is unless it is someone else who suffers from it….. All I got to say is Yukk!

 Home rule. Jefferson was our voice. Now the younger generation is dumping the Baby out with the Bath Water… 'Old white men… Horrible throw it all out!'  

 Ever since Billy Hall ripped the arm up and off ..Live from Woodstock 3 lp set … the Star Spangled Banner.. Jimi Hendrix. I knew that Billy Hall was speaking from his heart. I recognized that the older 'infrastructure' of the USA had it's place and had earned it's place.. like WW2 and the Korean War… who risked their lives for this country.. who gave their lives for this country? .. whether the Wars were necessary or not.

 .. ever since..

 I think about invading peoples and cultures. I think about HomeRule. … and I really don't want anyone to be any thing less than themselves and I do believe that the unfinished business of the 60's ... is the business of the 21st century.

A passage from Jack Kerouac on Mother's Day...

Speak for yourself John Alden...

to my Mom. I love you!

 I'll let my dear dear friend of this lifetime Jack Kerouac speak from his little masterpiece entitled 'Maggie Cassidy' published in 1959 overlooked and humble little novel within ' the Legend of Duluoz' series. Kerouac writes of Teenage Angst and Lust and Love and growing up in Lowell, Massachusetts in the 1930s. The son of French/Canadian American hardworking parents..

 "Ah go home - Jack - let me sleep. I'm going to sleep tonight."
 "No Maggie, I don't wanta leave when you feel this way -"
 "Yes you do - I don't feel any particular way."
 "Yes you do-"
 "Particular feeling? Just because I just happen sick and tired-of this- and that-what I expect-what you
expect- I just want to quit and go home-"
 "You are home. There's your door."
 Looking at it with a rich frown and a fnuf, "Sure. Home. Okay. Sleep"
 "Aren't you home?"
 "Dream it some other time, so what if it's my home I don't want to get all overexcited about it -"
 "I wasn't-"
 "You never nothing. Oh Jack- (pain in her cry) - "go home- stay-do something- I can't stand it hanging around day after day not knowing what to do with myself and whether I should get married or not or just - blah - nothing - Oh fer kri-sakes, ain't you gonna go yet!" (as I am grabbing her to kiss her) - "Leave me alone!"
  Pushing my hand off.
  I turn around and walk off into the night.
  Four houses down, my neck burning and strangling in the still winter star solitude she says, distinctly, "Ha ha," and I hear her going into the house, the click of the door, the "ha ha" not laughed but spoken signifies not only she's not through with me but it worked to get rid of me tonight. I can't face my own conclusions.
  I drag along in wonder, hatred, stunned, realizing it's nothing; I go by the cemetary so bemused with these witchery-tortures of whether this, that, Maggie, I don't notice the ghosts, the tombstones, it's just backdrop to my anxious hunchings over knuckles.
  Three miles home again I walk, in midwinter midnight, this time not fast, or joyous, but dispirited with nowhere to go and nothing in back -- all the night does at the end of a street is increase it's distance--
  Yet in the morning I wake up reconciled with the fact that not only she'll make some kind of apology but I ought to laugh and shake it off and shake her off and she'll climb on again.
  My mother sees the palings in my thoughts, advises me ---
  "Stop braking your head on all kindsa junk - concentrate on your track and school, never mind Gus Poulo and your gang they got nothing to do but hang around you got lots of things, see them later and never mind that Maggie Cassidy -- see her this spring or this summer -- don't rush things and don't rush around with every-thing and every-body-- Take some advice from you old la-dy, aye?" And she'd wink, and pat my head, and reassure me. "I'm not crazy me" Stopped in the middle of the kitchen floor, my mother, with a kind of ribbon in her coalblack hair, rosy cheeks on both sides of her big blue eyes, her hands joined at her lean rest on the back of the chair just loosely and for a second, looking at me seriously, primly, grave understanding of the prime things pressed down in her lips, , a twinkle in her eyes "Mama always did show you how to get things done and everything will be allright, I got you for Saturday night guess what?"
  "What? Quoi?"
  " A nice pair of new shoes, when you go the track and change to your sneakers there won't be nobody be able to say you got old shoes, te vielles son pu bonne" she'd announce and sneak in in an entirely different authoritative almost greedy-sneering tone, as a shoe worker she was talking about they condition of a pair of shoes - "so I got you a new pair of Thom McAns, didn't cost much."
  "Aw Ma tu dispense tout ton argent!" (Aw Ma you spend all your money).
  "Voyons, ta besoin d'une paire de boittine, ton pere itou, fouaire n'atchetz avant l'moi est funi lui itou - weyondonc-" (Look you need a new pair of shoes, your father too -look here!) angry such a thing should not be realized, going off into the parlor to straighten out a lace armrest on the sofa while we're talking over my breakfast.
  "Ah Ma, I love you" I say to myself, and I don't know how to say it to her out loud but I know she knows I love her anyway.
  "So mange, eat, forget it - a pair of shoes ain't no china
  bazaar, ah? And nods, and winks. I sit in the firm eternity there.

  I sit in the firm eternity there. actually sitting in the firm eternity here... getting late.. that was hard work transcribing Jacks's words...

 My Mom brought home a couple of books to me one winter day when I was laid up with some horrible ear ailment in my early teenage years. Miserable and sick and read "On the Road" which she had picked up from the library .. ....

 My Mom was working hard in those days with 5 kids to look after.. and selling Encyclopedia Brittanica door to door .. or was it Amway products or both simultaneously .. ? Cornwall-on-Hudson, New York. about 1966 maybe '67 .. I love you Mom.