You’re right, exactly, AB.
Not sure about Puerto Ricans but we got Mexicans here in Delaware that do all the landscaping. They wear long sleeves on the hottest of days and never sweat. I hired a company, American owned, but the workers were all illegals, I’m sure. But I was nice to them, continually offering them water, which they eventally accepted, dear Lord they worked all day without any water!
The Hondurans and Ecuadorans work for the chicken industry and no, most Americans won’t be running around catching chickens (there really is a job called “chicken catcher”) for minimum wage. As a joke I asked around and most folks said sure, they’d do it....but for no less than $25 an hour.
Same as for working the processing plants where they are up to elbows in blood and guts.
So to keep the Hondurans and Ecuadorans from being deported, here in Delaware but in other parts of the country, this grand scheme was hatched...FOR THE MONEY!!!! The scheme brings in these kids. Here in Delaware they brought them in in dead of night and already they are at their homes.
so the chicken factory workers, as was the plan, CANNOT BE DEPORTED!
Why? They have children to care for. Some of the children are theirs and some are relatives.
It’s part of a plan hatched a couple of years ago and once the Obama admin got the money, boom....they are brought in.
THAT’s the story behind the story and I don’t believe for one single minute not a single solitary Republican knew nothing about it.
Even now the pubs shuffle and waffle and talk around the subject. They too are glad Obama did this, their campaign coffers will be filled.
This is a political Elite problem and America might be slow on the uptake but we’re learning.
Let that Ebola virus get loose and the country will implode.
That's funny and I personally know from experience how true it is. Let me tell you a short story about my farm here I call Fortress Babylon. We looked at several places and finally settled on an 18 acre piece of Heaven. The owners had a bunch of goats, bunnies, ducks, geese and chickens that they somehow managed to pack up and get out; however, they left two chickens, a rooster and a hen, behind. I asked them why were they left behind? Mo, the owner said because he couldn't catch them, they were too fast and wily. He said I could keep them, shoot them, whatever, but they couldn't be caught.
I was a little tickled. So now I had livestock!!!
Over the years those chickens kept having babies and every time my dogs would kill them, one by one.
Finally, I "hatched" a plan to get mama chicken into the unused hen house and yard and keep her in. Well that didn't work cause she could fly, but she did lay her next brood in there so I was able to confine the babies. There were 12 little chickens after a while.
One day I heard a chicken scream and found my dogs sitting patiently outside the gate to the hen yard with two dead chickens at their feet. I watched as a teenage chicken jumped up to the top of the gate and then down into the jaws of dog-death! The others were all lined up to meet their fate as well. So after getting my dogs away from there I called a friend who came and took the survivor chickens to his farm. All was peaceful again.
But mama had another brood and to keep the whole thing from happening again, and while discussing it with my friend I offered the adult chickens to him as well as the next batch of babies as long as he could catch them.
Now my friend was a REAL Alabama redneck, proud of it and said so. He came to our place one morning with his two cousins, Daryl and Daryl, a fishing net duck-taped to a broom handle, and two cases of Pabst Blue Ribbon beer.
We chased those chickens all day! Finally, with the beer almost running out (and when that happened, we would have been defeated) we were able to catch the rooster around sundown. We caught the concerned mama hen soon afterwards. My drunken friends loaded up their pickup and left.
But that's not the end of the story. My friend told me later that upon returning home, he let out the rooster and hen, and immediately, one of the birds from the previous brood that he took, now full grown into a mighty, swaggering rooster, challenged his own Father rooster to a fight to the death. Exhausted from being chased all day, Father rooster succumbed to the spurs of his vigorous son. The young rooster than mounted his own mother in victory! Such was the way with Oedipus Rex, the King of the Alabama chickens!