America’s New Immigrants
Gene Lalor | October 30, 2010
My father was an immigrant. From Ireland. Long after the potato famine when the Irish were forced to emigrate or starve to death, as England was exporting food from its captive nation to feed Britons, my Da came to these United States during the Great Depression.
That depression in Ireland made America’s depression seem like a jolly few years.
Da was a proud Irishman who longed for his native land when he arrived in New York in 1935 but he quickly adapted to his new country, became a Democrat, of course, and once went to court for his right to vote when his name wasn’t listed on the register.
He may have been a registered Dem back then but, by today’s standards, he would have been a confirmed and committed conservative Republican. One reason I’m convinced of that is that he loved his adopted country, unlike many of America’s new immigrants.
We hold out a candle of true hope and change for foreigners to come to our still but barely shining city upon a hill, a beacon to the desparate, and to the comfortable, of the world who flock here lately not for the unlimited, boundless opportunities America offers but rather for how we can be milked, changed, and distorted to fit their twisted views of government.
It’s an incredibly sorry state of affairs made much sorrier by a national administration which welcomes dissidents and anarchists and oddballs, all in the name of a divisive policy of diversity.
Case in point, and sadly not an exceptional case in point, is this immigrant from God-knows-where who is rather disenchanted–pissed is her word–with her adopted land. She is or may not be an illegal alien but she is sure ”pissed off at white people,” the same people who constitute the vast majority of the U.S.A. population.
Watch and listen as the chubby immigrant excoriates America, rants against “worldwide systemic racism,” and says she is “disenchanted:” http://tiny.cc/c2xlw
Poor baby.
I wonder if she would have been as well-fed and chubby in her native land and why she left her native land in the first place if her chief mission in life was to criticize the country that helped her get fat.
My Da would have gladly planted his shoe on her fat arse and told her to go back to where she came from or to love and appreciate America.
There aren’t any other options.
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