job center had come in over the protests of many homeowners. It was
rumored that the guy who owned the property where the job center was
built got approval from the City Council by greasing a few palms. It
kind of made sense for that to have happened. It was, after all, a Third
World job center, so why not have a little Third World corruption to
go along with it? Hey, it's a cultural thing. Right? The idea behind
the job center, mumbled the City Council, was that it would keep loitering
day workers from loitering. "How about just arresting them for
loitering and because they're illegal aliens?" asked the citizens.
"Oh, no. We can't ask for ID cards and we can't assume they're
illegal, and besides we can't arrest people for loitering."
the illegal aliens settled in the city, it became clear that they couldn't
afford to make ends meet on the occasional day labor jobs they got.
Even the drug deals, burglaries and car thefts left them short. That's
when the charity moguls moved in and opened charities. Of course, once
the charities were helping the illegals to make ends meet, the illegals
called back to Mexico on their charity donated cell phones and had the
rest of their villages come to the city. This caused the charities to
expand to meet the increased need.
It wasn't long before my neighbors started moving away
one by one. "Oh, we love the diversity," they said, as they
quickly packed all their belongings into moving vans. "We just
need a bigger house, that's all. Yes, that's it." I reminded one
neighbor that she was moving from a five bedroom home to a two bedroom
one, and she said, "Oh, did I say I needed a bigger house? Silly
me. I meant I wanted to have a different floor plan. Yes, that's it.
I love diversity."
Just then, I felt my house start to shake. As usual,
I couldnt tell if this was because of an earthquake, the train
on the ground, or from its airborne equivalent-the hundreds of
jumbo jets that were landing at a nearby airport to bring even more
Third Worlders to my city. The jets were so close together that one
could easily imagine they were a sky train...clickety clack, clickety
clack... rumbling through the clouds. I would have turned on my TV to
see if there was any news of an earthquake, but the illegal aliens had
stolen it last week. Probably for the kids.
Oh, what the hell. Why worry about my little neighborhood
and its fall into Third World status. My whole state is swamped with
illegal aliens and looks like the Star Wars
bar made large. But, it's for the kids. My state? Geez. I'm still thinking
too small. My whole country is sinking. But it's for the kids. "What
kids?" I wanted to scream out. "These aren't my kids. They
don't look like me. They don't speak my language. They're not my kids
at all! These are the kids of a foreign nation that is invading my country.
These kids are the shock troops of the invasion force. These aren't
kids. They're storm troopers with lollipops."
Standing by the flowers near where the abandoned shopping
carts were lying and where my cat used to like to play before it was
run over by a drunken illegal alien, I could see gang
members urinating on my flower bed, as if they were wild animals spraying
to mark their territory. Other members of the gang were busy putting
graffiti on the side of my house just in case someone couldnt
smell the urine message. I decided to call the police on these gang
members, even though I knew it would be a wasted call.
Do you mean theyre Hispanic? she asked,
with that smarmy PTA tone of voice that should have tipped me off about
what was to come.
Whats it to you?
Well theres nothing we can do about it then.
You should stop calling the police for these cultural differences and
you should bask in our wonderful diversity. You sound like a racist.
You should learn their customs and language.
Where did we go wrong? I wondered. My
city was once so nice.
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