I agree with Robert Scheer and most other sane people that “the continued influx of immigrants has always fueled America’s astonishing economic and cultural rise (and) the legalization of undocumented workers is essential to improving the situation for everybody… It is time we acknowledged that we need the immigrant workers as much as they need us and began to treat them with the respect they deserve.”

H.B. 4437 is a vicious effort to win the hearts and votes of fearful, racist Americans, and a seamy attempt at extending the genocide that certain European peoples committed against the indigenous tribes of North America. The Northern Euros pretty much wiped out the Injuns throughout most of the area we now called the States, but the Euros in the South seemed to have had more interesting sex lives and interbred like bunnies with the natives. Their offspring are what we now call “Hispanics” or “Latinos”. The way I see it, they have just as much right to live, work and play in this land as I do. And though I’m a little irritated that I have to improve my Spanish, I’m grateful that many of them are humble enough to do work that nobody else in this country wants to do. But of course, the way I feel isn’t all that relevant to the facts. The fact is that Latinos are fast becoming the majority, at least here in Southern Cali, and they are taking over. And why not? This is their land. I’m grateful they *let* me live here. Amen and Awomen. Por favor pase el guacamole

Actually, I’m grateful for oh so many things. Praise the Lord and Lady. When I look at the suffering in the world, far too much of it directly related to American aggression, and then I look BACKSTAGE at the pleasures of my life, what can I feel but grateful?

Speaking of which (here comes some shameless plugs), we’ve posted some more photos by the talented Lydia Teez (who just happens to be Latina), including “SEX MAGICK for Katrina Relief” which will be playing tonight on RadioSuzy1TV. This show kicks off with my ode to the revelatory powers of disaster and indictment of Mr. Preemptive, “Katrina Speaks!” Moving from the Water Witch of the Gulf Coast to the Sexy Witch of Wine Country, first up on my Show Bed is LaSara Firefox, Pagan Priestess and author of “Sexy Witch.” LaSara casts her spell with earthy passion as she speaks about spirituality, sexuality, the lessons of Katrina, and the sources of her sexy witchcraft. Next on The Bed is “America’s Soft-Bodied Sweetheart,” Daphne Rosen, a really Nice Jewish Girl from Israel who graduated from Amherst and is now putting herself through grad school in psychology by doing porn. Daphne shows off her brains as well as her natural 34F boobs and her pretty, pink, completely shaved vulva. She and LaSara both help me answer callers’ questions about all aspects of sex, from how to last longer (Hector from Chicago) to how to come faster (Anna from New York). Not to be outdown by a porn star, LaSara proves she really is a “Sexy Witch,” and takes off all her clothes, revealing that she is indeed a natural redhead. Everybody drinks from a giant goblet of red wine, and eats figs and dates and chinese aphrodisiacs. LaSara performs a mysterious Sex Magick Ritual, anointing us with wine, from our toes to our pussies to our hearts to our heads. Nancy from Vietnam makes a short but sweet reappearance with a strip and a smile. Into this bevy of naked and half-naked female beauties steps a male, Sexy Magickal Cowboy Jeremy on loan from his lovely wife Lisa. Jeremy joins all the ladies in mooning the Womb Room when Jackie from Georgia requests a view from behind. Everybody chimes in to help out Julie from LA who needs to know how to make anal sex easier. Then Gene brings out the cake, and we all celebrate Margo’s b-day, as her lovely boobs pop out of her dress, she makes a wish, and everybody dances naked or half-naked to the sultry rhythms of DJ Simeon, accompanied by his beautiful masked Butterfly. Russ hangs out on the couch, masturbating marathon-style. It does seem to be Guys-Nite-Out – the Prophet Jeremiah doffs his top, and Jeremy kisses Cristian as Gene and the naked and half-naked ladies watch and applaud. It’s so nice to see men kissing as opposed to fighting, embracing as opposed to killing each other. So bonobo.

We’ve also got Lydia pics from Summer Solstice Sexorama, playing tomorrow on RadioSuzy1TV, where we light up the Solstice with Mistress Genevieve’s Boobs Flambe, French champagne, gooey sweet honey (Summer Solstice is also known as the “Honey Moon”) on Chinese Aphrodisiacs (which actually makes them taste half-decent!), a pair of official Yale hot shorts, “Beautiful Girls,” beautiful music, great art, spanking, wanking and outrageous squirting sex. It commences with zaftig young Jennifer from The OC bouncing into my show bed, popping her ample bosom out of her corset, and smilng gamely as I fasten her nipple clamps. Thus rigged, Ms. J gives her “friend with benefits,” Chris the Spankable Camera Guy, a solid shorts-down spanking. Next up are Mistress Alexandria and Mistress Crystal who sing a rockin’ rendition of “Beautiful Girls” as we distribute Agavero to all the Beautiful Girls and Dutiful Guys at the Speakeasy. Then Mistresses A & C reveal their *secrets* – Ms. A is a half Native American Horny Housewife who tells her soon-to-be-ex-husband, right on the air to “Get lost! I’m going to Vegas to marry my girlfriend (Ms. C).” Ms. C reveals that, although she was born a man, she has had all of her male parts quite successfully transformed into female. This being Ms. C’s fifth and hottest time at The Dr. Susan Block Show, she wantonly (and with the considerable encouragement from the entire Speakeasy) exposes all her womanly parts, including her very nicely shaped C-cup breasts and her utterly convincing vulva/vagina pussypack combo deluxe: A Miracle of Modern Science and Human Nature. Not only does Ms. C’s bod look fine–it feels pretty good too, as evidenced by her writhing in fairly continuous ecstasy as Ms. A and I play with her nipples, and Ms G fingers her fully functional puss with her dragonlady redhot fingernails. Mistress G is in rare form, decked out in tight black latex and showing off for her sexy actress girlfriend Sandy who keeps marveling, “I’ve never seen Genevieve do anything like this.” Ms. G reprises her nipple-lighting trick and gives me her famous Kiss of Fire, then has to go to the restroom. As those of you who know this show know, Ms. G rarely goes to the restroom offstage. She always finds someone to serve as her personal toilet, and for Solstice, that blessed individual is Rocky Angel, a Bay Area nudist and artist whose paintings hang at the Speakeasy. Ready to go as soon as Rocky lays down, Ms. G’s high heels straddle his flanks, and, in a great golden showering rush, she lets niagara fall all over Rocky’s rocks, whereupon he ejaculates, mingling his cream with her Chardonnay, and the Speakeasy crowd whoops like a Bacchanalian Coliseum locker room. Into this den of debauchery bravely steps a different kind of angel, one of the lovely Nymphs of Zorbacchus (aka, Col. Jirayr H. Zorthian, whose “5F” currently grace the stage of the Speakeasy Gallery), my fellow Eli, Alma Cielo (Yale ’95). Alma graciously presents me with an adorable pair of baby blue Yale-embossed hot shorts. Old Eli might be rolling over in his grave, but he’s got a smile on his face. Calls come in, screened by Designer Dan, asking for help finding the G-spot and giving good cunnlingus. Somewhere in the middle of this, Super Yummy Goddess pops up and says she’s “here to serve,” and we’re just about to ask her to get us another round, when everybody dances off the bed for the after-party, grooving, spanking and flogging to the beat of sexy DJ Danielle with a bunch of cute international couples, including a very chic French husband and wife, Jacques-Philippe and Katherine, who discuss Rousseau and Catherine M as they spank and play. Then we rediscover Jennifer (remember Jennifer?) giving Chris the Camera Guy a blow-job! And we learn that our Chris is packing a rather large thick tool in his equipment bag. Who woulda thunk it? Chris, ever the gallant, returns the favor and goes downtown on happy Jen as I whack his behind with my hand-carved Goddess Paddle from the San Diego Zoo.

Lydia captures most of the madness; the only scene missing from her photo set is her own. Well, at least you can watch it on RadioSuzy1TV. It’s the wee-wee hours, and the few of us remaining go back to the Commissary where Lydia whips up a big pot of pasta pesto. All the last hangers-on eat, drink and unwind from the party, then wind up in another party. A breakfast sex party! As the hot honey-golden summer sun rises through the big glass Speakeasy windows, one kind of eating turns to another, and pretty soon, Lydia and Mark the Republican are eating each other’s mouths, kissing passionately as notra chica sits on Designer Dan’s lap. Then Mike the Real Estate Guy dives into position under Lydia’s spreadeagled legs, pulls her panties aside and proceeds to chow down on her Delta of Venus with even more gusto than he ate her pesto pasta (pesto pussy?), Larry the TV Producer finds a dildo and suck a nipple, and before we know it, breakfast is served, and Pequeña Señorita.Lydia is coming and SQUIRTING like a fire hose all over the Speakeasy Kitchen floor. Hallelujah, Brothers & Sisters, Lovers & Sinners: Morning Had Broken! I am behind the camera on this one, since all the boys just had to join in on the (consensual) finger-tongue-and-dildo gangbang of their favorite Speakeasy Photographer. Now that’s what you call teamwork, guys. And three cheers and a Big Kiss to Lydia: Breakfast of Champions! Y un Beso Grande a mis Vecinos Inmigrantes! Viva La Raza! Viva La Lydia!