Come live in southern california and tell me all immigrants deserve a legal shot at living here.

Now don't get me wrong, I agree people should be allowed to immigrate to this country legally and make a better life for themselves.

However, there is two sides to every story. No one wants to talk about the family that comes here and knows that they can abuse the system. Mom and Dad are illegal, they have 4 kids and one on the way. They are on welfare, their 15 year old ganster son has missed 15 of 25 days of the new school year. Instead he is out stealing from the local Target. Mom spends all day at home taking care of her youngest and getting ready to have another baby. Dad spent all day standing out front of Home Depot because he is not legally able to work in this country. Occasionally he gets picked up by a local construction company needing day labor. The Foreman knows they dont have to pay him much because he is illegal and couldnt say anything even if he wanted. After a hard day in the sun standing at home depot, dad heads to 7/11 with the other day laborers and proceeds to drink beer on the curb until the sun goes down. He stumbles or drives his un-registered, un-insured, gross polluting mini-van home only to begin beating and yelling at his pregnant wife and kids. Soon after local police show up with the 15 year old son and try to explain to mom that he was caught shop-lifting at wal-mart but because he is under 18 they have to release him to his parents with a notice to appear in court. Of course the kid doesnt go, and thus begins his police criminal record.


I agree we need major reform, I agree we started the problem, but that doesnt make what somo of these people do regardless.

Don't beleive me? Come over for dinner one night at my house. The story above although highly paraphrased, is a true story of my nextdoor neighboors. I dont even need to mention how I never leave my garage open or my doors unlocked. For fear these fucks will break in steal something while im not home, or fuck with my car.

Mind you that the house I live in belonged to my grandfather who is the original owner. Of the neighbors who have not moved away, all remember what the neighborhood used to be like. Fortunately my neighbors tend to keep an eye out for each other.