Formulaic leftist diatribe.
Let me just save these so-called “journalists” some time.
Next occasion you have for writing one of these hand-wringing boo-hoo stories about deportations, Christmas, or anything else, just use the following template:
Poor
A) Pedro
B) Maria
C) Jose
D) Jesus Christo
is
A) working
B) babysitting her dozen helpless children
C) discovering a cure for cancer
when
A) thugs
B) goons
C)gestapo
D) roving hordes
from
A) the INS
B) government hit squads
show up at the
A) tiny but impeccable bungalow
B) business gates
C) lettuce patch
and haul away the terrified
A) mother of nine
B) hardworking man who was merely searching for a better life
amid
A) gasps of horror
B) howls of outrage
C) beatific calls for forgiveness for “they know not what they do”.
yorkie — in case you haven’t seen this story. And ping to post 65, outstanding!
Poor, hapless, saintly Jesus Christo discovering a cure for Cancer in the lettuce patch...
...when he's not driving his beater white van drunk off his ass and without a license or insurance. Or at ten under the limit the next morning with six of his buddies, all hung over.