Food for thought...

Ok, while I do sympathize with someone wanting to come to my country for the chance of a better life, I am starting to get angry over the immigration/entitlement debate going on at the moment. I have worked with many illegal workers, most of them hispanic, doing the same kind of low paying, back breaking work that they do. They usually live in cramped quarters, never learn english, and live daily with the possibility of being snatched from their jobs and sent packing south of the border (where they can start the trip all over). And you know what, I am ok with that. They broke our laws to get here, and that's the risk they run. They are here illegally. You can argue that sending illegals home breaks up families. It may well be. But see when a prisoner escapes and goes home, law enforcement officials usually return him to his 10x6 cell. That affects the family as well. However, if he hadn't of been breaking the law....you know the rest.

That being said, I do not blame someone for wanting to make a better life for themselves; I would do the same thing if I was in their shoes. I do however get pissed by pro-illegal immigration groups and their sense of entitlement. Their message is that the U.S. can't function without them. My first thought is, these groups are somewhat ill-informed on how the U.S. came to be. First off, we are all fucking immigrants. Most of us are hardworking. The only non-hardworking ones I see are: a) enjoying the government welfare system for generations. b) performing some glamorous but low impact reality show-type work. c) spending the day protesting about 'entitlement'. If you don't think we can function without you, take an economics lesson. I'd study supply and demand first and then capitalism. See we can hire someone else. That's the way it works here. There will always be someone who wants to work and is damn happy to do it, minus the aforementioned a), b), and c). So watch out, because they might take those jobs from you that you say we (the citizens) are too good to do.

If you win the 'lottery', as an African friend of mine calls it, and get to come to the U.S. working towards a green card and eventual permanent status, I say welcome. You are on the road to a life that should be better than where you come from. Oh and don't mind CNN or FOX news, it really isn't as dangerous here as it looks. But to those of you who come here illegally and want to bitch about what you should be entitled to because you're here, realize that you are really starting to piss us off. Who are we? The ones who can vote, pay taxes, and wield actual political leverage in this country.

Signed -- The real people that keep the U.S. running

Semper Fi.

I discovered this site last night and thought I would share. Department of the Navy and Marine Corps. The ideas is a good one; if you support it please sign the petition. What is it you ask? Go check it out. Investigate it for yourself.

Also, I know I have been slacking on the latest douchenugget of the week. Working on it. Although Fred Phelps and his b.s. church are still designated until replaced. Carry on.

Last Orders

So I just finished a movie tonight. More beer and good ole rum and coke. I really like Michael Caine. The characters he plays always make me want to ask their advice on things. Seems like they always know what to say. Well this movie was titled Last Orders. Its a drinking movie. It follows a group of friend fulfilling their friend's last wishes. Watching the movie I couldn't help but feel like all of the characters to some extent. In moments when no one is watching I am free to express the pain that I carry. The longing for someone who understands it, and the understanding from myself that it will make me stronger and not kill me.

This movie made me realize that I try to contain myself instead of living my life. Hopefully this will be a thought I retain tomorrow after I wake up with the hangover. I am somewhat of a free spirit in my thinking. I box myself in an resist all attempts to get me outside of my little cube.

The point of the movie, since I digressed, was that 4 people close to Michael Caine's character relived how he touched their lives. Seemed insignificant at the time. But it wasn't in the end. Its hard saying goodbye to someone we hold dear, but it shows you how much worse it might have been to have never said hello.

I am not a blogger.

It might just be the alcohol that I absorbed to deal with a wound that won't heal, but I am feeling a bit liberated. I haven't posted in a while, and I have a good excuse. My life has changed and time is a precious commodity. So I don't add to this. I am not a blogger. I have never considered myself such nor do I aspire to be such. Please do not think that I mean any disrespect to those who do call themselves bloggers or that I in anyway think what they do is a waste of their time. I do not. This blog is pretty much at my whim. I consider it more of a personal journal than anything else. I can pretty much say whatever I want or feel. If someone agrees or disagree, so be it. I know, kinda sounds like a blogger attitude, but that's where it stops. I see bloggers as trying to change the world from their little perch by make some kind of social statement. I don't try to do that. I'm kinda leaning towards the Mind of Mencia kind of statement. Its the 'who's a huge dumbass today thing'. That's my perspective. Its funny to me, and at the same time I can express some outrage as well.

Ever since becoming one of Uncle Sam's Misguided Children I've stopped joining shit. I just don't want to be included in anyone's group or cliche or whatever. I like being an independent. Its more fun. You get the juicy gossip, but don't have to give a shit if its about you. There are only a handful of people in this world of whom, I care about their opinion of me, and they know who they are. Only one of whom I know reads this. This site, is an extension of my mind. Very few take the time to understand it.

Now if you are a real blogger. My hat is off to you. You have dedication that I do not have. I just hope those of you who consider yourselves bloggers have something worth reading.