Exactly...my grandma told me that she never had apples as a child. There were farms full of apple trees but the white folk felt it was beneath them to pick the apples off the trees so they just stayed on the tree and rot.
Thank god for these illegals....my grandmother can now enjoy the taste of an apple before she dies!
Erase them tomorrow & all the work we have will get done-I don't care about your Grandmother's fatuous school of economics. Fatuous means, simple, inanely foolish, silly.
They are here to depress wages, dilute the influence of all conservatives, degrade & weaken our institutions, and to assist in the degredation of education, our tolrerance of them comes at the huge cost of many Billions in annual taxes-a direct transfer to their country of origin by way of social costs their country does not pay, cash exported to their homeland ( much of which may take decades to re-enter our economy, etc, etc, etc.
ROUND 'EM UP & SHIP 'EM OUT'
HP, that is such a heart-warming story. Now if she can also enjoy a crisp, refreshing head of lettuce, this will be the Happiest Story Ever. Gosh, open borders really are a good thing!
Our yard when I was a kid was overrun with apple trees as were most of the neighbors. I must have been a bad girl and just didn't realize it helping to pick all them apples like I did. We always had more apples than we knew what to do with. My great-grandma was known for having over 100 ways to prepare them. And I'd never even HEARD of a Mexican back then.