Wow. yes, it's only been a couple of days and here am I, typing again. We flew to Albuquerque Friday evening after the usual dismay at US Customs in Dallas. Lines and lines of immigrants with only three stations open to process them. No wonder so many resort to coming illegally. Perhaps if the government didn't make it so hard for even the most honest and hard working to immigrate we wouldn't be faced with the overwhelming population of uncounted, "illegal" immigrants. More than once now I have had friends who tried and tried again to even come to visit relatives denied, and treated much worse than rudely. It nearly drove me insane to see the long lines and the absolute insult of our government to not address them promptly and fairly, staffing a third of the available posts. To add insult to injury I then discovered the insanity clauses of NAFTA. Free trade? Don't be fooled. As the Customs Agent explained to me "it's protectionist ma'am. Plain and simple. We don't want them dumping goods in our market." I was bringing in decoupage matchboxes. 100 of them. Dumping goods. Yeah, right.
Okay, I'll get off my soapbox...for now. Besides, we've been home for less than 24 hours, and its snowing. Yes, snowing. Even beginning to accumulate. Time for me to go clean up my studio. The canvas is calling.......what shall I paint? Care to comment? Do so.
Labels: art, customs, NAFTA, snow