The author writes the story so we will feel sorry for the emigrants. Long dusty road, stuck now in a soccer field, not enough food or sanitation...and all the while acting like they have the RIGHT to enter the United States.
Uhm...sorry, citizens have the right to cross the border, and hell, even us citizen have to show ze papers at the border. but these folks think they should just waltz in??!!
Yep, they’re in a pickle...a pickle wholly created by themselves. And if they’re taking their advice from a person who speaks English so poorly that she mistakes “the nuclear option” for “dropping nuclear bombs on them” then more’s the pity.
Sorry, I have no sympathy for them. (But yeah, if I was there with them, I’d be such a softy that I’d be yelling about getting them decent food, I’d organize some family councils with babysitting services...I’d probably go full social worker on them. BUT, I would be telling them, non-stop, that they should go home. They are responsible for themselves, the US is not responsible for them, and it’s mighty forward of them to imply that they are the responsibility of the United States. As my husband used to say “Here’s your supper, there’s the door!”)
They’ve been in poverty for hundreds of years. How many companies have been sent to C.A. and Mexico along with all the other foreign aid and yet they’re piss poor as ever. My mother’s family who emigrated here, legally over 35 years ago, still have a sense of anti-Americanism, no matter how successful they’ve become. They were all for Barack Obama. Everything is a big conspiracy and it’s all the U.S.’ fault even when hurricanes hit.
You can’t reason with people who have no sense of logic. I honestly don’t understand what my mother’s relatives were bitter about. When I visited there for months at a time in the home country, they had a maid cook and clean for them and had huge lunches prepared while lunch was a baloney sandwich here. Yet, they come here and bitch. You can trust very few Hispanics to be loyal to the U.S.
The author writes the story so we will feel sorry for the emigrants. Long dusty road, stuck now in a soccer field, not enough food or sanitation...
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...and then they’re gone in the searing flash of a nuclear explosion! A very bad end to a really bad day. If it was up to me, I’d turn back. For the sake of the children.