Dear Immigration Protestors,
Thank you for bringing to our nation's capital your message. You have enlightened me and shown me a truth that I was before unaware of. I now see the real plight of immigrants.
Without your casual stroll enmasse across the National Mall during evening rush hour, I would never have known how many immigrants can afford to take a day off of work instead of having to slave away for their families. It must be so difficult having that kind of flexibility in your budget.
I am confused though. I read all of your signs that said "We Are America" and I listened to all the talk of how America depends on the work that you do. Yet, none of you showed up to work today and neither did your counterparts all over the rest of the country ... and America continued forward. Hmmm.
But what I am really thankful for is the honest expression of entitlement that has finally come out full force. It is terrific that you can stand there and demand the rights afforded to U.S. citizens, despite having broken the rule of law many times over, but after all ... that free speech is what America is founded on. I'm glad you could find such a selfish use for it. And all the space you are apparently entitled to in the streets and on the metro, I had no idea!
So, immigration protestors, congratulations. You achieved your goal of getting noticed. Your message that you cannot be ignored was received loud and clear. And thus, I will not ignore your cries. I will respond to the struggle you claim to fight with...
In fact, I will do everything in my power to ensure that your struggle continues and your battle becomes a steeper fight.
You see, I noticed you and your clan... and now I hate you ... because it took me an hour and a half to get home today. I watched as train after train, car after car of smug, arrogant, antagonistic protestors waved and taunted those waiting on the platform. You purposely targeted and inconvenienced me during my evening commute, because you thought it would make me contact my Congressman or Senator on your behalf? Isn't there some story about flies and honey that you should be learning right about now?
And while you're at it, go ask Apu why la migra isn't trying to nail his ass to the wall and maybe then you'll learn why he didn't have to protest for his rights.
Sincerely,
The Bitch from the Metro
Bueno!
Posted by: Ogre at April 11, 2006 02:26 PMI am not american but my husband and kids are. I paid well over a grand for all my paperwork, maybe it's because i have morals and don't want to break the law but i didn't even think of not going through the proper channels to be here. All the protesting is ticking me off, why can't they just get off their arse and fill out the paperwork and write a check to go with it??? Yes INS takes checks.
Posted by: Neurotic Mom at April 11, 2006 05:24 PMCan you hear me clapping and cheering you from here? Well, I am.
Very well said Cat. Outstanding.
Posted by: Tammi at April 11, 2006 11:19 PMVery well said. Now that I'm *shudder* unemployed and living off my fiance, credit cards, and my meager savings, I wouldn't mind doing some of the jobs the illegals do. Those kind of jobs are the best ones because they have the flexibility to allow me to just leave once I find a "real" job. On another note, people out here in the upper corner of the left coast seem to think that there is a problem with me living over an hour away from work. Seems anything over 20 minutes is considered an "intolerable" commute. To that I say, "what the fuck ever." Hell, I'll drive for 3 hours each way if it means I have a good job. Apparently the state indoctrination system (i.e. schools) fail to teach a basic economics class to explain what 'trade-offs' and 'opportunity costs' are
Posted by: Dorothy at April 14, 2006 06:39 PMYou seem focused. IMO most of our world's problems are the direct result of overpopulation.
The moral question becomes, is it moral to wish that there were fewer people on this planet?
The moral solution is space migration; the practical solution is bio-engineered "bird flu".........
What do I know? Just the mutterings of a 56-year old guy who's done a lot of thinking and reading over the years. I hope your life fulfills its promise, weird girl. UC Steve.