Conversation with a neighbor
So, earlier this evening I’m talking to a neighbor, and finally ask him, “So what the hell customized your front end?” (Noticing that the grill was gone, and the headlights on the passenger side were wired in.”
Seems he’s pulling out of the tire shop, and WHAM! he gets hit by a car with three – um – Foreign “Workers” in it. He says he knew something might be wrong when the guy revved his engine like he was trying to drive somewhere, even though the car had evidently lost the wheel at the ball joint.
By this time, the manager of the tire shop is out there, with three employees, calling for the cops. The Driver of the car gets out, babbling “No inglês!No inglês!”
Well, my buddy has Espanol. Suddenly the driver “Has Ingles.” (Gee, imagine that.) Suddenly the running commentary (To the effect of “How we gonna get rid of this motherfucker?”) in the backgroud stops. They exchange licenses. Registrations. Insurance information. The driver puts his license back in his shirt pocket. The cops arrive, come over and ask for Licenses, registrations, and such. My neighbor gives him his – and the “Foreign Worker” gets his out – from his wallet. In his back, pants, pocket.
Eh? Howzzis again?
So right there in front of the cop, my pal asks “Hey, man – how come you gave me one license that is in your shirt pocket – and this officer another license from your pants pocket. Well, quicker than you can say “Holy Shit” you have three “Foreign Workers” heading for the hills. My buddy gets the driver. One of the workers gets a passenger after he “accidentally ran into a wall.” And a few minutes later, back comes the cop with another car, and the third one in the back seat.
Three “Foreign Workers.” 8 identifications. One car whose VINS don’t match the registration. And six pounds of dope packed in paint cans in the back, along with $3000 dollars, two 38s, and about forty rounds of ammunition.
Oh – 10 warrants. Equally spread out, more or less.
What’s missing? Not one “green card” among the lot of them. Oh, they have the consular ID’s to be sure. But not here legally. They can have contraband. They can have illegal weapons. They can have ill-gotten gains. They can have false ID’s. They can fuck up a taxpaying citizen’s car which he bought and paid for from legitimate work. They have no problem having a car of dubious legality. But what are these “peaceful folks who just came up here do do jobs Americans won’t do” missing? Legal status. Insurance.
And, oh yes – Jobs.  You’d think a so-called “undocumented worker” would have, well, WORK, wouldn’t you. I mean, besides being a dope-dealing gangsta. Oh well – I guess that’s racist ol’ me. Imagine, expecting people of color to be gainfully employed.
We shall see what comes of this. Sad to say, there’s no guarntee that these bastards won’t get bail, let alone be convicted, serve time, and be deported for their crimes.
Yeah. Say “Undocumented Worker” to me one more time, you liberal asstard.
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