Right. And I know the answer is = let them in legally and then they can pick the avocados. Like I said, my own selfish interests.
Look, the people in the examples I mentioned above have been hardworking SOB’s. I don’t know if they’re legal or not. But when we’ve had bigger landscaping projects than I can handle, I see these guys working. They work their assess of and never complain. Ever. 99 degree heat. In the rain.
My neighbor owns a paving company - small stuff, driveways and the like. They are all he’ll hire. He once told me, I never hire blacks because they show up half the time and bitch about a raise. A Mexican or -insert nationality here- will work until he drops and come in to work with a fever. A totally different mindset. These are not the people that need to be kicked out. You have to separate the wheat from the chafe. Damned if I know how to do it.
Anyway, didn’t mean to preach! :)
Stacking bricks. In Texas. In July.
But we were paid (at the time) a good wage for such work, although not as much as the (mainly white) truck packers at the un-airconditioned UPS facility.
Illegal immigration is all about the Benjamins, and transferring as much of the national income from labor to capital as possible.
Do you know who used to pick the avocados, house the tobacco, do the landscaping, the custodial jobs, and the grunt work when I was young? It was the people who, nowadays are “disabled”, “minority”, developmentally challenged” and any number of diseases and maladies that used to be rare. In my day, they were just called “poor”. In my day, being poor didn’t always mean unhappy or deprived either. There was a saying “poor but proud” to describe those who worked hard for a living and to take care of their families with little left over.
If there was an ounce of patriotism or love of country in our youth; they would be joining forces and doing those jobs simply to deprive illegals of them and to send them packing home. That’s the kind of spirit that kept this nation going during the Great Depression. Hard labor and sacrifice was love of country.
But I wouldn’t expect but a few here that are as old as I am to even know what I’m talking about. The generations that have coddled their children with Liberal educations and the notion that they’re above physical labor will soon reap what they’ve sown.
Your neighbor is a crock.