Illegals

I love them.

Surrounded by them. Not all Hispanic either. My illegals are Irish, English and Jamaican.

Illegals do things no one else want to do.

They work hard. Live ten to a house and spend their money just like everyone else.

We have a local worker pickup pool down the street. Little Latin men all huddled together at o'dark thirty waiting for a truck to come by.

A co-worker told a guy from Missouri who just moved here and was looking for work to go over and catch a truck every morning.

Guy couldn't seem to get his ass outta bed every morning to make it. Seems he will be moving back to Missouri soon - says he can't make a living.

I grew up in a neighborhood where boatloads of folks found refuge on the beaches of Miami. They have defined the city where I once called home. They brought their families, food and culture.

This is what America is made of. People who came to America to make a better life for themselves and the ones at home that couldn't make the trip.

Its a melting pot folks - that's what Ms. Liberty is all about.

Think of all the restaurants that would never be. The music that you would have never heard.
Cultures and influence have all been melded into one or small communities now exist.

I say 'Welcome Illegals' one and all.

Just don't blow my shit up!