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**** UPDATE/Correction, 07/22/06: Munjal Shah, CEO of Riya and the subject of this post, has written in the comments section of this entry to dispute what I’ve written herein. He says I am wrong and that he is not using H-1B visas to bring over foreigners to do the work he admits Americans are qualified to do. Instead, he’s using L1 – intercompany transfer visas, to bring foreigners here to do the work Americans WILL and can do.
My mistake, and I stand corrected. You say “to-MAY-toh,” I say “Tom-AH-toh.” Either way, he’s still bringing in alien workers to America to do the work he admits Americans are qualified to do, given the chance (which he won’t give them).
And I gotta hand it to Mr. Shah. That’s a clever trick. Open an office in another country to avoid hiring Americans and outsource the jobs there. Then, bring the outsourcing back here with him under the guise of “Intercompany Transfer.” Ain’t America Grand.
And, FYI, the Wall Street Journal article in question quotes Shah as saying that it cost him a lot to close up and move his outsourced Indian office functions back to America. He could have avoided the huge expense–and my post about him–had he hired Americans to do the job here in the first place. Overall, he and his company lost . . . and so did America.
So, while it may be legal, it’s a way of getting around hiring Americans. He took jobs away from Americans in the first place,a nd now he’s bringing those non-Americans to whom he gave the jobs, over here to America. ****
Recently, I told you about a law firm that gives seminars . The firm–among many others around the country, I’m sure–gave employers advice on how to hire foreigners for jobs Americans are qualified for, but at a much lower salary.
It’s called the H-1B Visa. And employers constantly lie, claiming there are no qualified Americans, so that they can hire a foreigner for much less.

Munjal Shah, CEO of Riya
A few weeks ago (July 3rd to be exact), the Wall Street Journal did a front-page story, “Some in Silicon Valley Begin to Sour on India: A Few Bring Jobs Back as Pay of Top Engineers in Bangalore Skyrockets.” As you probably figured, the story is about how companies outsourcing skilled software developer jobs were now finding it was no cheaper to do business in India and that it paid to close up shop and move back to the U.S. Munjal Shah, CEO of Riya, Inc., a California start-up, was one of those companies and the centerpoint of the story.
He decided to close his Bangalore office and move all operations back to San Mateo, California. But here’s the rub (which wasn’t the focus of the story, but it sure caught my eye).
He’s bringing Indian software developers here on visas, even though he admits to the Wall Street Journal that there are plenty of qualified software developers here who can do the same job:

Indian salaries soared. Last year, Mr. Shah paid his engineers in India about half of Silicon Valley levels. By early this year, it was 75%. “Taking into account the time difference with India,” he says, “we weren’t saving any money by being there anymore.” In April, Mr. Shah shut down the Bangalore office and offered half of its engineers a chance to move to San Mateo, Calif., with work visas. . . .
“I realized price expectations were too high,” Mr. [Azhar] Khan [the Muslim VP of the company] says. “I thought, “Wait, why are we paying a junior guy $50,000 or $60,000 over there when I can get a guy [in California] for $80,000?”
In April, he and Mr. Shah decided to shutter the Bangalore operation and bring key staffers to the U.S. After getting board approval, they flew to Bangalore and assembled the 20 engineers to break the news. “They were all upset,” says Sowmya Karnad, Riya’s human-resources director in Bangalore. But given the soaring wages, it didn’t come as a surprise. Messrs. Shah and Khan offered 10 engineers a chance to move to Riya’s U.S. office. Eight, including Mr. Dalal, accepted. . . .
Mr. Shah says Riya’s shutdown costs, such as immigration charges and a broken lease, will be in six figures.
He has cleared eight desks in San Mateo for the eight Indian engineers coming over and is waiting for their paperwork to clear, hoping they’ll be in Silicon Valley by the end of the year.

How is he allowed to do this? H-1B Visas require ads in papers describing salary, hours, job qualifications, and job description. It also requires Shah to prove he can find no qualified Americans to do the job. But he already admitted to the Wall Street Journal that there are plenty of Americans in his vicinity who will do the job and are qualified.
So how does he get away with it? And why isn’t Marcy Forman-Friedman a/k/a ” Immigration and Customs Enforcement (ICE) Director of Investigations, putting her agents in the Silicon Valley to work on Mr. Shah and his company? Doesn’t she read the Wall Street Journal? It’s an easy, open and shut case, with the perpetrator admitting what he’s doing and giving his real name.
It’s this simple: Shah said he originally moved some company operations to India because he could pay software developers far less. Pretty soon, by early this year, those Indian workers wanted 75% of the pay and benefits that American ones demanded. With the time difference and costs of the office in India, this eliminated any profit differential he had by being located in India. So he moved back, but offered and obtained visas for several of the Indian software developers, again, even though he admitted that Americans can do the same work (and, now, at the same price).
That Shah and Khan openly admit to this, shows that the laws for H-1B Visa enforcement don’t have any teeth behind them. That’s because the “teeth” work for Peppermint Patty and and they shy away from enforcing the law against big business H-1B visa violators. That’s why they are being laughed at with front-page open braggadocio in the nation’s most read newspaper.
Hey, ICE: Get to work on this case. Time to investigate Munjal Shah and Azhar Khan for hiring aliens to do the job Americans WILL do . . . but aren’t being given the legally-required opportunity to apply.

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Earlier today, I about Nike and the NFL refusing to drop Michael Vick. Elgin Tyrell took a different tack. I post one of his t-shirts below, but you must click over to his site to see the other and some of his other clever graphics about people and events in the news.

Now Elgin, time to start selling these Ts over at Cafe Press and earning some cash out of it. I, myself, prefer something a little less violent, so my self-designed T-shirt would be “Just Do It . . . Fire Them,” with a pic of Vick over a Nike swoosh and an NFL logo.

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Over the last year, I’ve written a lot about , a bill to give in-state tuition and–in many cases–complete scholarships (tax-funded) to college to illegal aliens. But far too many states already do this, courtesy of your tax dime and your kids’ paid tuition. (This is the subject of an ongoing lawsuit, fought by my friend, courageous secure borders advocate and lawyer, Kris Kobach, of the University of Missouri-Kansas City.)
Rocky Mountain Neo-Con writes that, in Fort Collins, Colorado,

Poudre High School counselor Isabel Thacker, has found a way to play the system, via a loop hole, that allows ILLEGAL aliens to attend college at the University of New Mexico, (UNM) through a program that Thacker helped to develop. The news report says that, “In most states, such an opportunity for undocumented students is not available.”

So why is it legal and available in New Mexico? RMN-C has the complete story.

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It’s chock full o’ PC at the box office, this weekend. From in-your-face race musical, “Hairspray,” to dumb gay marriage commercial, “I Now Pronounce You Chuck & Larry,” to silly kumbaya Jewish-Muslim relationship comedy, “David & Layla,” there’s an overwhelming agenda from the left dominating the silver screen. While it isn’t completely rolled out yet, nationwide (and won’t be until next Friday), the best movie, by far, this summer–the best movie of the year–is “Rescue Dawn,” and I’ve . My review of that movie, later today or Monday.
For now, there are these three rejects:

* “I Now Pronounce You Chuck & Larry“–Remember “Soul Man,” starring ’80s heart-throb C. Thomas Howell? He takes tanning pills to impersonate a Black man and get a minority scholarship to pay for Harvard Law School. In the end, we’ve been set up. We are supposed to see the error of his ways and sympathize with the impoverished, struggling Black single-mother (Rae Dawn Chong) who lost the scholarship to Howell. We’re supposed to realize at the end of the dumb, PC-comedy that affirmative action for minorities is the right thing to do.
Well “Chuck & Larry” is more of the same, but even dumber and far more tasteless and absurd. And it’s gross. Sorry, but I don’t need a naked male butt in my face every five minutes. That’s more suited for George Michael’s VCR. And not for a PG-13 movie–far too lenient given the very explicit content–to which far too many parents took their young kids at the screening I attended.
I had looked forward to this comedy about two New York City firemen who pretend to be in a gay domestic partnership, so one of them can legally change his pension beneficiary to his children. But, as with all Adam Sandler comedies, this one was a let-down, a groaner, and a complete waste of time. Don’t let the trailer fool you. The best jokes are in it and the rest is trash. Digusting, tasteless, and mostly not funny (I laughed a few times, but not enough), I don’t recommend this one in the least.
In the end–and actually, throughout–we are supposed to feel bad for gays as discriminated against victims of the rest of us. We are supposed to scream from the roof-tops for more understanding for gays and leap to establish gay marriage for all. Sorry, but I don’t need to be lectured to–especially by Adam Sandler, Kevin James, Dan Ackroyd, and Jessica Biel–on right and wrong. They establish very well in this “film” that they haven’t a clue. Nor any sense in picking scripts.
Sandler and James are suspected of gay marriage fraud by a New York City official (Steve Buscemi), and they hire sexy lawyer Biel (who, surprise, has a gay brother). Sandler, a ladies man, falls in love with Biel, but both men have everyone fooled. In the end–surprise!–they do the right thing. Only funny thing in this movie was Rob Schneider impersonating an Asian man who performs their Canadian gay marriage. And even that was not funny and extremely tasteless.
Comedies should be that–comedies. That means, funny and entertaining. Not sick, stupid political sledgehammers repeatedly hitting you over the head, after you’ve paid $10 for the privilege.
Skip this. Not worth the time. Or money.
* “Hairspray“: This is a musical remake of the John Waters 1988 original. As is often the case, I’m annoyed that Hollywood has so little creativity left that it makes remakes of movies based on broadway musicals based on original movies. This is one of those.
While it surpasses the original movie, there really was no reason to remake “Hairspray.” This version is mildly entertaining, though it’s way too long, overwrought, and overly cartoonish and one-dimensional. Everyone is a stick-straight racist stereotype. Yup, that’s what all thin, blonde, blue-eyed, pretty women are in America: racists.
The story: In early ’60s Baltimore–when race demonstrations are in their infancy, Tracy Turnblad, a morbidly obese blob of a girl loves to watch the local TV dance show, “The Corny Collins Show.” She then auditions for the show and makes it, despite her, uh, girth. Everyone else on the show is skinny and beautiful, including Amber Von Tussle, and her mother Velma Von Tussle (Michelle Pfeiffer), an evil, plotting, racist blonde and the General Manager of the TV station. Velma plots to keep Tracy off the show and to end “Negro Day,” a once a month Black dance show on the station, led by Queen Latifah’s record store owner.
In the midst of all this, Tracy wants to become “Miss Hairspray” and is in love with Linc, a star of the Corny show. Her best friend, Penny Pingleton, also the daughter of a Christian, Bible-thumping racist (all Christians are racists in Hollywood, you dig?), falls for a Black dancer from Negro Day.
The musical singing is entertaining as are the sets and the wardrobe. But the in-your-face storyline, tweaked into more of a race-based conflict than the original is annoyingly preachy and moralizing. Yes, there was racism. But this is 2007, and Hollywood prefers instead to focues on early ’60s Baltimore and race issues, which frankly seem dated and, again, a tool for moralizing to Americans how racist we are.
Then there is the issue of being morbidly obese. I’m sure most Black Americans would be disturbed to note that a large theme of this movie is that discrimination against fat people is the same as discrimination against skin color. The very fat Tracy Turnblad and her equally obese mother (played by an amateurish, flat John Travolta in drag and a fat suit) compare their plight (made of their own making, er . . . eating and lack of exercise) to being Black. Sorry, ain’t the same thing.
Then, there’s the very unappealing factor of watching this giant, fat girl dancing, including in strapless dresses. Sorry, that’s not to be celebrated. It’s just gross. Watching Turnblad (Nikki Blonsky) dancing with all of her myriad of rolls and jiggles is like watching a lop-sided “Weeble Wobble.” (“Weebles Wobble, But They Don’t Fall Down.”) Not sure why America should be celebrated “Women of Size,” especially when America’s become fatter than ever and self-control in caloric intake is at an all-time low and unfairly blamed on food purveyors.
John Waters, Ricki Lake, and Jerry Stiller from the original 1988 “Hairspray,” make cameos in this one.

* “David & Layla“: Silly comedy–which mostly groans along–about a Jewish man who seeks to marry a Muslim Kurdish woman.

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Reader Steve writes:

Check out this story. It has religion of peace written all over it. I am sure that our wonderful homeland security folks will bury this one. Another flight 800?

I have to agree. It has “Religion of Rocket Launchers” written all over it:

A Jersey City woman made a shocking discovery on her lawn this morning when she noticed a military rocket launcher lying in the grass.

Rocket Launchers

Niranjana Besai was leaving her house, located at 88 Nelson Street, to go to work just after 8 this morning when she spotted the launcher on her front lawn. “I read it and it [said] ‘missile,'” Besai told CBS 2 HD. “There was little ‘missile’ [writing] on it.”
She immediately called police.
Sources tell CBS 2 HD that the device is an AT-4 missile launcher that is used to fire against tanks and buildings. The device was first approved by the U.S. Army in 1985 and questions are being raised as to whether the device was stolen from a branch of the military.
What’s more troubling, sources add, is that Besai’s house is located along flight path for Newark Liberty International Airport.
Besai’s neighbor, Joe Quinn, saw her pointing at the device from her front porch. When he walked over to see what the fuss was about, he was just as shocked to see the six-foot-long weapon.
“She’s pointing that there’s something in the front,” he told CBS 2 HD. “I said, ‘Let me come down and take a look,’ and I saw a little soldier on it and I said, ‘Whoa, that’s a missile launcher or something!'”
Quinn says he originally thought the launcher was just a pipe, but after noticing the picture of the soldier — which he described as a soldier kneeling, holding the launcher — he realized it looked similar to a missile launcher he’d seen on television. “I got scared myself,” he says. “It looked like a bazooka, and right away you think what does somebody want with something like that?”
Jersey City Police removed the launcher, and the incident is now being investigated by the Joint Terrorism Task Force and the FBI.
Sources say Besai is not involved in the investigation as a suspect. “I don’t think it was hers, they’re nice people,” Quinn said.
Jersey City Police could not confirm whether the device was actually operable.

So, let’s see. The house is under the flight path of Newark Liberty airport, and the rocket launcher is on her front lawn. Kudos to Ms. Besai for turning this over to authorities.
Now, will the authorities watch to see who is frequenting nearby front lawns and backyards overnight and trying to shot planes down?
Don’t count on them.

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After meeting and interviewing sympathetic, peaceful Kurdish writer/director Jalal “Jay” Jonroy and charming star Shiva Rose, I feel a little bad panning “David & Layla,” their movie out in theaters, today. But not too bad.
Jay’s heart is in the right place and his movie bears no ill will to Jews (even though his movie portrays otherwise), nor does he have any love for extremist Muslims. I enjoyed speaking with him about Kurdish life, Iraq’s President Jalal Talibani, and people of Kurdish descent here in Detroit. He’d do well to make a movie about those things.

But his fictional movie is silly, outrageous, and far beneath this charming, intelligent man of many talents. I found it offensive, even though I know he did not mean it this way. I hope and expect he’ll do better with his next effort. He is a serious man who writes well, but he would be better suited to drama and documentary, not comedy.
The movie, about a Kurdish Muslim immigrant whose parents were killed by Saddam Hussein, is yet another one of those absurd Kumbaya, can’t-we-all-just-get-along movies. David is a Jewish man who hosts a cable show interviewing people on the street about their love and sex lives. He has a stereotypical Jewish American Princess fiancee, a stereotypical, close-minded, prejudiced Jewish American Princess mother, and a stereotypical Jewish American father who is sex-obsessed and visits a prostitute. That he gets a testicle paralysis of sorts while visiting the prostitute doesn’t make the movie any more entertaining. If anything, it makes this movie as groan-worthy as the slightly-more-funny (as in not very) “I Now Pronounce You Chuck & Larry,” also in theaters, today.
David (played by David Moscow, who we saw as the kid version of Tom Hanks in “Big”–I liked him far better there, as a kid who is mostly absent and with little dialogue) falls in love with Layla, who is in America living with her kind, lovely Kurdish aunt and uncle in New York. Since she is about to be deported, they want to marry her off to a wealthy Muslim doctor she does not love. David eventually convinces her to date him.
In the end, David converts to Islam, they raise their kid Muslim and Jewish, and at the Passover Seder, the family agrees with Layla’s request that they wish peace upon the Palestinian people and say, “Next Year in Palestine.” The end.
If this encapsulation of the movie disgusts you, guess what? Teh move disgusted me, too. Meeting the director and hearing the more benign viewpoint from which he comes gives a more positive perspective, but that’s irrelevant because it doesn’t come off on-screen. I know, for example, that, for the most part, Kurds don’t care about “Palestine” and “Palestinians.” They are mostly moderate Muslims, who are largely very pro-Israel and philo-Semitic, as there were many Kurdish Jews living among them in Iraq. Kurds helped ferry out many Jews to freedom in Israel taking them over the mountains to then-Shah-controlled Iran. And they identified with Jews in their struggle against Saddam Hussein. (Though, some of that may have changed now that the Kurds–at least Mr. Talibani–are part of the anti-Semitic Al-Maliki Shia government now atop Iraq.)
That they would suddenly dislike Jews or that they are typical of other Muslims is absurd. When I asked Jay Jonroy about this, he admitted that I was right. “But then there would be no movie,” he told me. So, for drama’s–actually silly comedy’s–sake, this was necessary? Jay, you can do better. Jonroy said the movie was based on a real-life marriage between Jewish and Kurdish friends of his in Paris. But I doubt their relationship was as absurd and graphically sex-obsessed (a common anti-Semitic stereotype) as takes place here. I asked about this. And Jonroy said he put the never-ceasing, depraved sex obsession in as humor. Sorry, not funny.
I was also charmed by Shiva Rose (“Layla”), the beautiful, talented Iranian-born actress who happens to be married to left-wing actor Dylan McDermott. She and her family escaped Iran when the Ayatollah Ruhollah Khomeini took power, as they were a non-observant Muslim family with interests in the arts with a bleak future under Sharia (her maternal grandmother was a Jew, and so, by Jewish law, she’d be Jewish). Still, Rose, too, is better than this movie, in which she is relegated to mostly a dancer who opens for a belly dancer. Frankly, her real-life story is far more interesting. And I’d love to see that.
Some positive things: I liked the opening scenes, contrasting Jewish and Muslim New York neighborhoods, with Klezmer and Middle-Eastern music woven together. And the Kurdish wedding scene–after which David breaks the traditional Jewish glass, showing he still knows he is a Jew–was an improvement over other scenes. Still, this one didn’t work for me. And you won’t like it, either.
Like I said, I feel bad giving this movie a bad review. But not so bad. It’s yet another attempt at moral equivalency that doesn’t work . . . or ring true. Embarrassing–and painful–to sit through.

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Despite a federal indictment alleging that NFL star Michael Vick of the Atlanta Falcons a/k/a “Ookie”

executed approximately eight dogs . . . by various methods, including hanging, drowning, and slamming at least one dog’s body to the ground.

Other allegations are that Vick and his friends filed down dogs’ teeth to make them more sharp and kept them on a short leash to make them more violent against other dogs, once they were released to attack with the razor-sharp teeth.

The Company They Keep . . .
Oh, and BTW, where is PETA? (UPDATE: PETA now calling for Vick’s ouster from NFL.) Time for them to protest “water-boarding” of innocent dogs, the same way their comrades on the left are upset it’s rightfully being done against Islamic terrorists who want to murder us.
Given all this, you’d think the NFL would release Vick, or at least, suspend him until the case is decided. With any other employer, that’s what would happen–he’d have been sent packing and escorted out by security guards, long ago. But not with the NFL, home of triple-murderer Ray Lewis. Even with newer, ostensibly tougher Commissioner Roger Goodell, the league is taking a wait-and-see, we-don’t-want-to-lose-a-barbaric-star attitude. If he can suspend Pacman Jones and Tank Johnson, he can dump Vick, too.
This is not the first time the NFL has looked the other way on Vick. As you’ll recall, in January, I being caught at the Miami International Airport, with a water bottle containing a hidden compartment containing dark particulate matter that looks and smells like marijuana. The Miami-Dade Police conveniently lost the videotape and charges were dropped against Vick. Still, we know what he was up to. And so does the NFL, which is not bound by rules of evidence governing a court.

Sick: Official Hobby of Michael Vick
Shame on Nike, too. While the company is pulling Vick’s latest show, the Air Zoom Vick V, it refuses to pull his contract (which presumably has a morals clause) or his three jerseys (bearing his name) and four previous shoe models from stores.
Nike and the NFL must take a stand against barbarism. What Vick did is disgusting. Barbarism like that against animals demonstrates a capacity to do the same with humans.
Time for NIKE and the NFL to get off the fence and quit enabling money-making barbarians. Cut Michael Vick loose.
What’s next, Nike-sponsored dog fights? I challenge someone to produce the parody t-shirts. Maybe that will be enough to embarrass the unethical swoosh-mongers.

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As a promotion for “The Simpsons Movie,” in theaters next Friday, you can make your own Simpson’s version of yourself on the movie’s website. It’s very cool.
I tried my best to Simpsonize myself, and here’s what I got. I chose the most appropriate t-shirt: I’m a member of the Springfield Police Department Bomb Squad. Make your own Simpson’s version of yourself.

By Debbie Schlussel
Congratulations, America. You are paying to clothe, house, and feed illegal alien Klodian Yzo, a Muslim Albanian who was ordered deported from the country in January 2002.
So, why 5.5 years later, is he still here?
Yzo, who lived in the Detroit suburb of Taylor, is now quite at home in federal custody in Hamtramckstan, since April, after ICE Detention and Removal Operations agents finally arrested him. So what took so long?

John Torres & The ICE Princess:
Too Busy on Other Things to Round Up Illegals in a Timely Manner
(“Julie Myers’ Diet Coke Rider” artwork by David Lunde)
Well, for one thing, Immigration and Customs Enforcement (ICE) doesn’t have enough bed space for all of the detainees, and it doesn’t have enough agents to round them up and arrest them. That comes down to funding. Yet, Detention and Removal Operations chief, –despite 20 million illegals living in our midst–has plenty of cash to waste on Tommy Lasorda and week-long confabs in Kansas City. Oh, and plenty of time to worry about other more important things, like what plum job to give his unqualified, extramarital girlfriend. Hmmm . . . and you wonder why Michael Chertoff and ) like him. Oh, and The ICE Princess is still spending millions on ICE stuffed monkeys and keychains, I’m told. That money, too, was supposed to be spent on deporting aliens.
In the meantime, guess what Yzo is doing to stay in America? He’s doing the all-American (and now Islamo-fascist) move: suing. Yzo filed a lawsuit claiming Detention and Removal Operations agents from ICE beat Yzo in April as they attempted to deport him and that they also beat him on Monday. Ri-i-i-i-ight. More likely, it was the other way around. But you won’t hear that. Because ICE won’t defend its troops. Useless Michigan/Ohio ICE spokesman Greg Palmore refused to comment.
Religion of Peace gaming immigration run the League of Incompetents (Torres, Myers, et al). I pity the DRO agents who are trying to do their job but don’t get an iota of moral or other support from these malefactors atop ICE.

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Thanks to nationally syndicated columnist and radio talk show host, Larry Elder, the “Sage from South Central.”
He featured me on his Los Angeles-based, national radio show, today, to discuss the case of –the Muslim alien resident of Brooklyn who sent me the death threat about which I’ve written recently, and who was supposed to be sentenced on July 12, but didn’t show up. (Robert Mustaq John is trying to become a U.S. citizen.)
I meant to post an alert about this, so you could listen. But I was so sick, today, that I didn’t get to it, and then, too overwhelmed to properly get to it. (My apologies to you and to Larry. In the future, Larry can be heard on these stations around the country.)

The Brilliant Larry Elder: Author, Columnist, Talk Show Host
Larry and I discussed the of hate crimes versus the FBI’s and U.S. Department of Justice’s nonchalance, lack of concern, and easy treatment of Muslim hate crime perpetrators against non-Muslims. We also discussed my 2003 New York Post column (an ) that elicited Mr. John’s death threat against me, the subject of which was a planned FBI award to “former” Islamic terrorist (which was revoked after my column).
I am very fortunate that I have a voice that is heard and good, patriotic friends like Larry Elder who help amplify it. But there are plenty of other non-Muslims like me, whose cases are treated with indifference and scorn by the FBI and USDOJ and never prosecuted. That is the real tragedy in this, almost 6 years after 9/11.
Thank you, Larry Elder. (Thanks also to all of Larry’s many listeners who sent me well-wishes and words of support. Your notes to me are very much appreciated.)
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You can help influence the sentencing of Robert Mustaq John, by sending a snail-mail letter to the Judge (his sentencing is now scheduled for July 31.) In your letter, please reference United States of America v. Robert Mustaq John, Case No. Docket No. 06-CR-854, letters to:
The Honorable Joan M. Azrack
United States Magistrate Judge
U. S. District Court
Eastern District of New York
225 Cadman Plaza East
Brooklyn, New York 11201
Thanks to the many readers who’ve already sent letter to Magistrate Azrack.