Protest day
All over America, today, drywall won’t be getting taped, lawns won’t be getting mowed, tables won’t be bussed. Surely Civilization as we know it will grind to a screeching halt.
Look, folks, CLOSE THE BORDERS FIRST.
I’m all for every single person who comes here legally to work. Learns the language. Benefits our country. If you’re here illegally, it’s ILLEGAL. To compound the problem by not paying taxes, and then taking the money back to mexico instead of using it in the US, is tantamout to theft.
None of this is going to be simple, but EVERYONE WITH A BRAIN KNOWS THE FIRST STEP IS TO CLOSE THE BORDERS.
No, not the bookstore, dumbasses.
The good news is that everyone of our hispanics have shown up, ready for another day on the job.
They don’t give a damn about the illegals.
My lawn didn’t get cut, but that was mostly because I don’t subscribe to that crap about “jobs Americans won’t do.” I cut my own damn lawn, thank you very much. I also tape my own drywall, lay my own flooring, wire my own outlets, fix my own air conditioner, paint my own walls, do my own landscaping, and insulate my own attic.
I wouldn’t know what “calling the handyman” would mean. I -am- the handyman. Dad taught me well.
(My point was actually that I would have cut the lawn yesterday if it hadn’t been raining, but that somehow fell out of the context of my rant.)
nathan, I read you loud and clear. I wanted to mow too, but MY lawn was a mess.