I’ve been following Adam Baldwin on twitter, not because he’s an actor, but because he’s interesting and interested. He’s not interesting because I agree with much of what he says if not all, but because he actually puts some intelligent thought into his beliefs.
This, in the Hollywood crowd, is a rarity. Oh, they are fanatical and emotional about their cause du jours, but they don’t often spend the time to actually acquaint themselves with the facts. No offense to Mr. Baldwin or some others, but many entertainers seem to think it’s enough to be famous and for that alone we should follow along like good little sheep and believe what they have to say. Umm, no. Get the facts, present an intelligent opinion and then I’ll be interested in what you have to say.
Lately, Baldwin has been tweeting about the new Arizona Immigration law. A lot of people are going ballistic about this, including the Washington crew who also seem to be clueless about what is actually in the law and what our federal laws are. Some of his comments got me to thinking and I decided to post a blog about it. Yes, I know as an aspiring author a person shouldn’t post anything controversial, but I think following the law shouldn’t be controversial.
Perhaps Mr. Johnson should actually be worried about half a million illegal aliens in Arizona destroying the Arizona environment instead of 8,000 Marines capsizing Guam and destroying the coral reefs.
Years ago, I worked in a western store. A Hispanic lady came in and asked for Rosa. I told her Rosa was working in the back, could I help her. She insisted I go get Rosa. Rather than argue with the customer, I told Rosa a customer wanted her and I went back to working on the hat I was shaping. Rosa, without even talking to the woman stalked over to me and started cussing me out. She informed me she was sick of my white ass being prejudiced against Chicanos and refusing to wait on them and she was going to turn me into LULAC and file a lawsuit on me.
Excuse me? Me racist? The woman didn’t want me waiting on her because I was white and it wasn’t because she didn’t speak English because I heard them later going back and forth between Spanish and English.
Rather than cause a scene in front of customers, I waited until we could visit with the owner about it, and another girl who worked there verified the woman refused to let me wait on her. I then told Rosa she better not threaten me again or ever raise her voice to me.
When I first started working for the company I work for now, I was surprised when January rolled around and a group of people from Chicago who had just moved down were scrambling to find people with illegal alien family members who had children born here. I asked one girl why they were looking for children. As it turns out, this is a well-known tax scam. The illegals don’t file income taxes because they either don’t work or do day jobs that pay cash. A citizen then gets the social security numbers of their children, files them on their income tax as dependents and then they split the refund. Of the twelve people on the crew, all but two found illegals to use and up their refund. The two who didn’t were so new here, they hadn’t made many contacts yet.
Neat little scam, huh?
It made me wonder why I bother to keep all my receipts and do my taxes like I’m supposed to.
My grandfather on my father’s side came to America from Denmark when he was a young man. He did it the right way and came in legally. He worked hard and became a citizen. Grandma’s family came from Denmark when she was a baby. They also came in through Ellis Island and worked to become citizens.
Grandma and Grandpa eventually moved to Montana where he drove a freight wagon to make a living. Grandma often traveled with him to save money. They scrimped, saved and did without to buy a small farm and then worked their butts off to keep it going.
Grandma refused to allow Grandpa to teach the children Danish or even name then Danish names. She insisted they were in the new country and they were Americans. They weren’t Danish Americans, they were just Americans and danged proud of it.
Years later, after Grandma died, Grandpa used to go back to Denmark once a year to visit his family. Apparently one of them made the remark he thought he was better than everyone else because he was a rich American.
I had to laugh at that. Even after electricity became available, Grandpa refused to spend the money to have the house wired so Grandma would have a few modern amenities. She died in a small farmhouse with no running water or electricity.
Grandpa took umbrage with the accusation and told his cousin, “No, no. No one gave me anything. I worked for everything I have. It’s not like here. In America you work or you don’t eat.”
Isn’t it amazing how far we have come in two short generations? We have multi-generational welfare families. They know all they need to do to get more money is have more babies. They have no idea what work is because no one does. Why should they? The government will provide.
I have no problem with legal immigrants. What I have a problem with is illegals who milk the system for all it’s worth and then send their money back to Mexico.
One of the security guards at the company used to work for United Way. He quit because he got sick of people who refused to work and had figured out the system so well, they just went from one organization to the next in a huge circle so they don’t have to work. He, by the way, is Hispanic.
I know times get hard for everyone and sometimes people need temporary help. Lord knows I’ve been there. Instead of expecting the government to feed my family, I took in ironing. I walked to houses to clean them to save gas. I baked bread for people. There were a lot of times we ate beans for weeks and lots of rice and gravy made with dry milk. No one went hungry, but there wasn’t a lot of variety and we survived.
If you want to come to America and become a productive citizen, no one has a problem with that. If you want to come to America and proclaim your national pride while you live off the welfare system paid for by people like myself who live payday-to-payday and pay my fair taxes, I have a problem.
Oh, and for those who say we white Euros are discriminating against the native people? Not really. The reason Mexicans speak Spanish is because the Spanish intermarried with the natives.
Stop and think, people.