(JHReport) California Governor Arnold Schwarznegger's recent signature on California Senate Bill 777 (SB777) is one of the single greatest attacks on children in modern American history.  According to World Net Daily, SB777 effectively bans the terms "mom" and "dad" as well as "husband" and "wife" from being used in California's public schools.  By signing the bill, Schwarzenegger has ordered all of California's public schools to allow boys to use the girl's restrooms if they so choose. Randy Thomasson, president of Campaign for Children and Families, tells World Net Daily that children as young as five years-old will be mentally molested in school classrooms as a result of SB777.

     SB777 is a dream come true for radicalized homosexual activists and a nightmare for parents who do not want their young children to be sexually indoctrinated by teachers who are acting on behalf of their anti-family socialist partners.  According to the bill, all students from K thru 12th grade will be taught that people who engage in transsexuality, anal intercourse and lesbianism are positive role models in society.  SB777 then goes on to ban any discussions in the classroom where these fetish groups are viewed negatively.  In other words, the fact that nearly 85% of all AIDS cases in the United States are the result of men who engage in sodomy will not be told to students because it reflects negatively on male homosexuals.

     There is no doubt that SB777 is one of the biggest assaults on parental rights in American history.  While many will be blaming radical gay activists and Governor Schwarzenegger for the passage of SB777, they are not the only culprits in this catastrophic attack on California's parents and their children.  Perhaps, the more devious villains in this attack on parental rights and family values are actually some of the loudest voices who are now crying out against SB777.  Christian Conservative voters in California are about to find out that some prominent conservative leaders are actually helping pro-homosexual candidates to get elected to public office.  Indeed there are wolves among the sheep!

~ Wolves Among The Sheep ~ 

      A James Hartline Report investigation has uncovered revelations that a conservative "pro-family" group in California is leading the charge to repeal SB777 at the same time that the group has close ties to elected officials who are helping to elect pro-gay candidates to public office in the state.  These revelations indicate that certain conservatives in California are covertly promoting gay-friendly candidates for public office and, in turn, helping to foster the radical redefining of what family means in the state.  Using this tactic, these individuals are greatly contributing to the anti-family crisis that is wreaking havoc on California families.  This conservative-created crisis allows leaders of certain pro-family groups to "come to the rescue".  These pseudo-heroes then make names for themselves among churchgoers and bring in large sums of money for their "pro-family" groups.  It is one of the nastiest and most deceptive games being played in California's Culture War.

     The conservative family group at the center of this growing scandal is Capitol Resource Institute.  What you are about to read is more than just a tale of hypocrisy.  It is also a revealing expose on how some "pro-family" groups are actually helping to create the current social conflict between conservatives and the homosexual movement.  By constantly keeping this conflict alive, groups like Capitol Resource Institute will always have an opportunity to play the "hero" in the battle and to bring in large sums of money to fight the battles they are, in part, helping to create.

     Capitol Resource Institute is the leading proponent for repealing SB777.  Under the direction of Karen England, the organization has presented itself as a friend to millions of conservative churchgoers in California.  Is Karen England and Capitol Resource Institute really a friend to the millions of Christian Conservative voters in the Golden State?  Evidence uncovered by the James Hartline Report indicates that Capitol Resource Institute may not be a friend to any Christian in California.  In fact, Karen England, the self-appointed public mouthpiece for repealing SB777, is the leader of an organization with close ties to politicians who are actually helping to spread the homosexual movement. 

      In the process of playing this damnable game of betrayal, Capitol Resource Institute is raking in hundreds of thousands of dollars each year from sympathetic pro-family donors.  According to its most recently published IRS filing, Capitol Resource Institute pulled in over $364,000 during the 2005-2006 fiscal year.  The really dirty deeds being done by groups like Capitol Resource Institute stems from their ability to feed off of anti-family crises like SB777.  Every year it seems that an attack on California's family values occurs right around election time.   Each time one of these attacks is launched, Karen England and her Capitol Resource Institute appear in the media to play "the hero come to rescue families from homosexual activists." 

     Without a moral crisis like SB777 there would be no need for a Karen England and her Capitol Resource Institute.  It is important to note that Karen England also serves as a vice-president on the board of directors of the California Republican Assembly (CRA), a group that lays claim to being the "conscience" of the state's Republican Party.  Being involved with CRA means Karen England has a vested interest in the success of conservative politicians and making sure that voters turn out at the polls to support those same politicians.  In recent years, the Republican Party has used crisis issues like the Mt. Soledad Cross, parental notification laws and gay marriage to motivate Republican voters to go to the polls and, indirectly, support specific candidates.  Placing a repeal of SB777 on the 2008 ballot will be a major tool used by Karen England to lure voters to the polls.

     The dirty deed of betraying Christian voters by advisory board members of Karen England's Capitol Resource Institute is really, really dirty. Take for example the dirty deeds being done by two members of Capitol Resource Institute Advisory Board of Directors: California State Senators Tom McClintock and Mark Wyland.  In recent times, both McClintock and Wyland have endorsed and promoted candidates who are either homosexual or strong advocates for the promotion of homosexuality in the political arena.  Nowhere are the dirty and hypocritical deeds of McClintock and Wyland being felt more than in San Diego, California.  
  

     San Diegans are currently suffering a serious assault against their families by both Democrat and Republican politicians.  Just a few months ago, Republican Mayor Jerry Sanders betrayed the San Diego voters who elected him by signing a city council-approved legal brief in support of same-sex marriages.  San Diego Councilman Jim Madaffer, another Republican, also dumped his previous campaign pledges in support of traditional values to join homosexual Democrats in support of the gay marriage legal brief.  Added to the disasterous anti-family attacks that are being generated from the San Diego City Council is perhaps the worse assault of all: Capitol Resource Institute Advisory Boardmember Senator Tom McClintock's push to get a homosexual activist elected to the San Diego City Council in 2008.

     Carl DeMaio, a carpetbagger candidate for the San Diego City Council, announced to the world in an April 2007 edition of San Diego Magazine that he was involved in homosexuality.  DeMaio went on to disrespect the majority of churchgoers in San Diego in that interview by saying he didn't think voters would consider the issue of his homosexuality to be a very important one.  It can be assumed that DeMaio would have also supported the same-sex marriage legal brief had he already been elected to the San Diego City Council.  Perhaps, the most troubling aspect to homosexual activist Carl DeMaio's candidacy: Capitol Resource Institute Advisory Boardmember Senator Tom McClintock has endorsed DeMaio for the city council seat!

    Here is what Carl DeMaio told San Diego Magazine in its April, 2007 edition:

Carl DeMaio: as a private individual, can I live with the public scrutiny? Am I prepared to have the public shine a light on my personal life?

     In 2005, Senator Mary Wyland, another Capitol Resource Institute Advisory Board of Directors member, was at the forefront of pushing for the election of Steve Francis for mayor in San Diego.  Francis, one of San Diego's most rabid pro-gay Republicans, appeared at a mayoral forum at the San Diego Gay and Lesbian Center where he said that he supported gay civil unions.  Additionally, Francis and his wife both have extensive ties to the homosexual community.  Yet, during the 2005 mayoral race there was Mark Wyland with one hand tied to Karen England's Capitol Resource Institute and his other hand tied to the campaign of pro-homosexual Republican Steve Francis.

     If these Republican state senators were serious about stopping the homosexual movement in California they could have done it years ago.  They could have put pressure on Schwarzenegger to veto SB777.  Instead, Senator McClintock was busy appearing on the Roger Hedgecock show to announce his endorsement of homosexual activist Carl DeMaio for the San Diego City Council.  Instead, Senator Mark Wyland was busy being part of the recent fundraising host committee in San Diego for another pro-homosexual politician: Mitt Romney.

     If Karen Englund and her Capitol Resource Institute were really serious about stopping the homosexual movement in California then she wouldn't have advisors who are endorsing candidates like homosexual activist Carl DeMaio for the San Diego City Council or pro-gay civil unions advocate Steve Francis to become mayor of San Diego.

     If he is elected in 2008, there is no doubt that homosexual activist Carl DeMaio will be embracing such anti-family events as the San Diego Gay Pride Festival when it comes up for a vote on the San Diego City Council docket.  DeMaio's current campaign endorsement list includes a number of homosexual politicians and activists: Mike German, Frank Tierney, Thomas Hebrank, Bob Lehman, and Log Cabin  Republican leader Patrick Sammon.  Additionally, pro-homosexual Republicans Phil Thalheimer and Tricia Hunter endorsing DeMaio demonstrates that DeMaio is prepared to push for an extremely dark future for Christian values if elected to the San Diego City Council. 

     Senator Tom McClintock, in issuing an endorsement for homosexual activist Carl DeMaio for the San Diego City Council, is helping to propel the homosexual movement in California.  And by having such advisors as Tom McClintock and Mark Wyland, there is no doubt that Karen England and her Capitol Resource Institute are nothing more than opportunists who are more interested in promoting their organization to churchgoers than actually protecting churchgoers and their families.

     Over the last few years I have intensified my public campaign to protect the children of San Diego, California from predators and radicalized homosexual activists.  There is a passion in my soul that causes me to stand up for my generation's youth.  In this war to fight for our kids, I have been castigated and attacked by gay community leaders and even some church leaders.  These attackers say that I am too aggressive and too divisive in my efforts.  Well, let me tell you -- there is a reason that I am an extremist when it comes to fighting for our kids. 

     Let me take you back to 1966, to a time when I was just nine years-old.  It was the winter season in my hometown of Bakersfield, California.  That winter was colder than most people in southern California were used to experiencing.  For me, the winter weather was not the only thing that was cold in my nine year-old life.  Life indeed, had become frigid and cruel for me.  Already, I had experienced years of beatings and daily torture at the hands of my disturbed mother.  She was the kind of mom that ranted about immorality in the culture at the same time that she used every kind of profanity imaginable when describing how worthless I had become in her life.  Her verbal assaults were always finished off with the swinging of a belt or a punch in my face from her angry fist.

     By the age of nine, I had become a real expert in the art of covering up bruises and welts.  I had also become a master at converting my well-worn pants and shirts into effective camouflage bandages that hid the evidence of my mother's use of belts, electrical cords and cooking spoons which she used when beating me.

     At school, I had a reputation for always getting into trouble.  For me, the fourth grade was more like the fourth round in a boxing match.  Eventually, my parents could no longer explain my outbursts at school as evidence that I was just a "problem" child in need of psychological counseling.  Fist fights at school had become my way of expressing my deep frustration over the injustices that were inflicted upon me in my own home.  Finally, my apathetic father and my abusive mother handed me over to the Kern County foster care system where they could "fix" me.  My vicitmizers had finally thrown me away as if I was an old coat that they no longer wanted to keep in a crowded closet.

     Thinking that my escape from the vicious hands of my mother would free me from the beatings that I had endured every day of my life, I was even more dismayed to find out that abuse was not limited to my parent's home.  At such a young age, I had no idea why I had been placed in a foster home of foreigners where my new foster parents had decided that they had the right to hit me and deprive me in the same cruel fashion that my mother had.

     The foster home that I was placed in was run by a middle-aged mother and father who still had three older teenage boys of their own living there.  Added to this crowded situation were four other teenage foster boys.  I, being nine years-old, was now a very small boy living in the land of dangerous giants.  Not only did this new foster mom decide that foster boys were a means of profiteering off of government welfare checks, but she also decided that foster boys didn't merit such things as hot meals or milk with your cold cereal.  What was a kid to do with a bowl of corn flakes and no milk?  I found out real soon what happened to a little boy who stole milk in a foster home.  He got beat up by the real sons of the foster mother.

     Who was I to go to in that dark hour?  My parents had sent me to this new home of deprival and degradation.  They wouldn't be helping me.  I remembered always seeing a big family Bible laying on the table in our living room when I was at home.  As a little boy, I didn't know much about praying.  Occasional trips to my Dad's Baptist church usually consisted of me going to Sunday School and singing songs about "stepping on a tack and breaking the devil's back."   Whatever that meant, I certainly didn't see much help coming from those experiences.  Particularly, since my Dad had always shown more interest in his obsession with football games on television than he did with standing up to my mom when she abused me.

     The one escape from abuse that I experienced as a child came in the form of my ability to get to school and stay there as long as possible.  While most kids couldn't wait to get out of school, I ususally found a way to arrive early and stay late.  The foster home I found myself in was an extra long walk to my new elementary school.  Oftentimes I had to decide between breakfast and making the school bus.  Sometimes my little belly made the choice for me.  Unfortunately, this particular foster mother decided that she was going to keep the food money and spend it on herself.  Breakfast usually consisted of cold cereal without the milk.  Only the woman's real sons got milk on a regular basis.

     With five foster boys and three other sons in the house, I was forced to engage in some real food warfare to survive.  Quick dashes into the kitchen, and even quicker, hand-in, hand-out, refrigerator tactics to get some milk for my corn flakes, had taught me early on that life is primarily combat maneuvers over the basic necessities of life.

     The one great joy of my life during that foster home experience was my membership in my elementary school choir.  I used to sing, sing, sing, in those dark days.  I don't know how I would have ever made it through those degrading days if I had not been accepted into the choir.  The problem was, however, that choir practice occurred before school started.  That also meant that choir practice occurred during my kitchen excursions to look for food to eat.  Life just seemed to get more complicated for this hungry nine year-old singer in foster care.

     One early December morning, the students at my school were informed that auditions would be held for the school's Christmas play.  Arising extra early, I thought I could get into the kitchen, get my milk and corn flakes, and hit the road to make it to the auditions.  My plan was not to be.  Waiting for me as I snuck into the kitchen was the foster mother -- and a belt in her hand that looked more like a rattle snake than a piece of leather to hold up her husband's pants.

     "Don't you ever steal from me, you greedy brat!" she screamed.  Hungry, beaten and demoralized, she kicked me out of the house and into the cruel December winter.  What made the cold weather even more bitter was the fact that I only had ten minutes to get to the school auditions.  And it always took me at least fifteen minutes to walk the distance to the school from my foster home.

     I wasn't much of a prayer warrior in those days, but I think I prayed harder during that harsh incident than all of the times I had prayed before -- combined!  You never know how a prayer is going to be answered...expectations can be quite wild for a nine year-old.  My answer quickly came in the form of a bell...a miracle bell.  A bell on a bicycle that is.  Slowly coming up behind me was a girl on a bicycle -- and she was ringing her bicycle bell.  Turning around and wiping the snot and tears off of my gaunt nine year-old face, I came face to face with a freckled face girl riding on a boy's bicycle -- the kind with a seat that could illegitimately carry two kids.

     "Hey you better hurry," she exclaimed to me above her loudly ringing bell.  She slowed her bike down so she could ride at my walking pace.

     "What?" I retorted in fearful shock.

     "Oh, I just moved up the street from you and I joined the choir yesterday.  Aren't you going to be in the play? We have to hurry if we're going to make it for the auditions," she cried in her best motherly voice.  She was that kind of best friend who knows everyone...and knows what's best for everyone as well.

     "I can't make it in time," I responded in my angry and dejected 'me against the world' attitude.

     "We have to have you. You are the best boy singer in our school!" she said as she campaigned to win me over to her side.

     As I kept walking, she pulled slightly ahead of me, bringing her bicycle to a stop.   "Come on now, get on! I'll get us both there."  She was bigger than me and more persuasive than I could be.  I was in no condition to fight against the cold or her offer to help.

     This girl on a boy's bicycle got us both to the audition on time.  And every morning leading up to the actual Christmas play, there she was: waiting for me out in front of my house to give me a ride on the back of her bicycle.  And everyday, her and I used to sing a little louder than the rest of the kids as we practiced our parts.  I really got to like this girl enough to actually laugh with her as we both made ridiculous and goofy faces behind the choir director's back.

     On the night of the Christmas play, all of the parents showed up to proudly watch their kids perform.  All of the parents except mine.  My foster parents did not show up.  For them, my participation in the school play was merely a means to have one less kid and one less voice to hear in their home.  I didn't care.  All that mattered to me was the victory that I and my friend on the bicycle had achieved by being in our school's Christmas play.  That Christmas, the girl on the bicycle had become my family.

     Over forty years have gone by since that Christmas play.  I eventually spent many more years in foster homes, reform schools and prisons.  It took me many years to undo the tragic abuse that had been inflicted upon me by my own parents and a foster care system that had added further scars to the ones I had already borne upon my skinny, nine year-old body.

     For the past seven years, I have been standing up for the kids of my city.  I remember what it was like to be so small and have no defenders.  With the help of God, I have every intention of fighting for the children of San Diego, California in the hopes that they will always have a voice speaking out on their behalf.  As long as there is a breath in my body, I will be the kid on a bicycle who comes to the rescue of abused children -- children who might not make it without the extra help of a mysterious friend who shows up at just the right time.

     When my opponents judge me for going after their pornographic businesses they had better realize that I will never stop fighting to keep their wares from harming the children of my city.  When gay activists scream at me because I publicly protest the events they hold to target teenagers, they had better realize that I will not move out of their way as long as God is keeping me alive.  I know what it is like to be abused as a young child.  And I will fight to make sure that every child in my city is free to be children and free from the same trauma that I knew in my early years.

     This Christmas, I hope in some small way, like the girl on the bicycle who befriended me when I so desperately needed a helping hand, I can be a friend to a child in need.  And Lord knows there are lot of kids who need my help.

 (JHReport) Some are calling it ourageous.  One leading Republican activist has even called it pathetic.  They are referring to the passage of California Senate Bill SB777, which will require all California school children as young as kindergarten to learn about and support transsexuality, bisexuality and homosexuality.  Sponsored by San Francisco lesbian Senator Carole Migden, this communist-style bill passed the state senate Thursday on a 23-13 party-line vote.  However, there is one other aspect of the SB777 final floor vote that is sparking even more anger among GOP conservatives than the vote itself.  That aspect is the fact that not even one Republican state senator verbally opposed the bill during the final floor vote.