Posted on 01/01/2012 8:10:22 AM PST by Gen.Blather
I met some illegal Mexicans last night at a party. Several years ago I stayed with a couple of wonderful Mexican families in the Baja below California. These were well-off people. The homes, on average were beautifully tiled and some of them had mahogany inlaid walls, bookshelves and cabinetry that would cost a hundred-thousand dollars here. So, I’m guessing if they aren’t rich they’re very comfortable. The elderly not as well-off grandfather, while living in Mexico was receiving Social Security from the United States and owned a rent-free apartment in California which he used as his address to receive several forms of assistance checks from Californian agencies. He visited the apartment once a week to re-arrange things and make it looked lived in. He had a car, a Toyota Corolla that looked quite nice and had working air-conditioning. I gathered it was supplied as some form of assistance and he generally left it in California at the apartment. The apartment was about 1100 square feet and very livable. The grandfather told me most of entire complex, easily a 1000 units, were like him, on Californian assistance, but actually living in Mexico.
At the party were a couple of teenage boys from this family. Very nice kids. I’d be proud to have them as my own; diligent, hard working, trouble-free and much more adult than you’d expect from that age. They told me that they’d decided to go to high school in California instead of Mexico. They said that the (California) government gave them an apartment and they travel back to Mexico on the weekends. (I don’t know if they’re staying alone or if a family member is staying with them, but if I had to guess, they came alone.)
When I posted information on this family last time, Freepers angrily asked why I hadn’t reported them. Firstly, I was a well-treated guest. Secondly, this must be obvious to the casual observer. Even if I knew who to report it to in California, which I don’t, it is obvious that this is how it’s done. These people are only taking advantage of “benefits” put there for them. Not to avail themselves of these benefits would be like deciding not to take candy freely offered to you.
And lunch was whatever you could beat to death with your books or hands, field dress and carry on the way to school.
Had to scavenge it from the neighbor, and boy was he ever upset!
They let you have your own books? An outrage, I say! We had to use the school’s horn books.
We had to scavenge those too!
Usually from the school one town over in a big raid.
We’d drive our ships up the river, land, and then pillage before returning home.
“I read this as ‘More babies will be up later,’ “ That’s why I attempt (mostly unsuccessfully) not to post until after my second cup of coffee. *sigh*
“Fly the children...and they didn’t complain, either.” That’s good!
Nephews and neices call me the “Fun” uncle for some reason.
Dunno why, I only say bizarre stuff that makes them laugh snacks out their noses.
” I only say bizarre stuff that makes them laugh snacks out their noses.” They’ll all be brilliant professionals w/chronic sinus inflammation.
Ships.
You richies hate us poories, don’t you?
OMG it’s a newt.
Gummy bears aren’t all that troublesome in that respect.
And the kids look like nasal machineguns when the gummy bears come out.
We had to hand build those first too!
Usually by raiding the neighboring barns for wood, then hand make our nails, then we could go raid the village up the river.
It was tough I tell you.
We had to use cattle for shields, and at first our only weapons were chunks of ice from the river.
In the dark.
That’s OK Nully...we have chocolate to keep us warm, don’t we?
Oh. Yes. And soup as well. :o])
“The Zot gun is out on the main board...”
Mittbot MAssacre III?
RonPaulianna Purge II?
Occupy Ozonation Full Throttle?
General Troll Toasting?
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Some days, even making coffee is beyond me, which is why I often buy Starbucks chilled.
With only matches for light.
In the wind.
I used to love Frappuccino’s until a gigantic buzz made me feel terrible. Now it’s home brew all the way.
Pushy cats lobbying for lunch. Back to lurk later. :)
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