You could afford to live in Dallas very easily. You just don’t want to live where all the brown and black people are.

Racist.

You see I do real work. Girls can’t do the kind of work I do. In fact the only people I can find that can do the kind of work that I do is usually an immigrant from south of the border and more often than not they’re here illegally.

The reason most of the Americans can’t do the kind of work that I do is because they were raised by their mothers. There’s something lost when daddy isn’t around for a boy growing up.

The first thing the men from south of the border bring to the table, work table, is they respect the work. Stop and think real hard for a minute, concentrate, now tell me when was the last time you met an American who respected the work?

One of the benefits of respecting the work is inherently there is a respect for those who have been doing the work the longest, elders if you will.

Just last week I had some masons on a job I’m doing. I knew something was up when the radio started blasting out hip hop instead of mariachi married to country rock.

The father gave me the same stuff all the mexicanos give me when they find out I work by myself. He called me greedy.

It took me awhile, not the sharpest knife in the toolbox all the time, but I finally figured out why the mexicanos saw me as greedy.

You see norte americanos see someone with a good job and they want a pay check. They want you to give them money.

The hispanicos see it differently. If you have work you have a responsiblity to share it. You have a responsiblity to share the opportunity to work.

There’s a big difference between sharing opportunity to work and sharing money, completely different concepts.

It didn’t take me long to put together the older man sitting in the truck smoking his cigarette between catnaps was the father. The young man with the hip hop irritating the bejezzuz out of me was his son.

There’s something about a soldier. It might be the measuring look they return when you shake their hand. Heck, it might be the chip on the shoulder. But there’s something about a soldier. I picked it up when I explained to the masons the way I wanted them to do what I wanted them to do. The son has just finished his military commitment and he’s working with his dad until college starts this fall.

I’d bet the pants against the underwear that the father was once an illegal. And the son got his work ethic from his father. That’s because girls can’t do the work I do. Neither can the boys they raise on their own.

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Unless God’s redirected the gatway to heaven through San Francisco, I believe it’s the pearly gates I hope to pass through, not the golden gates.

He truly does see every sparrow that falls.

* Who says corporate naming rights have gone too far? God doesn’t think so — and now that I’m Born Again (TM), I consider myself qualified to speak for him.

As for your situation, I do wish you the best. I was being sincere. If your husband can’t work because of a disability, then he can’t work. I know it takes months and months and many doctor reviews before it gets approved, I hope you are almost through that process.

We don’t live in Dallas anymore…we could not afford it.

Setting the bar too high?

Would you expect a Dr’s assistant to work at Braum’s, and maintain a household with that kind of money?

Would you ask a highly trained technician who made $20 an hour to live on wages from WalMart?

And what about all those computer programmers, and analysts who are highly trained in specific fields? They can’t just go get another job without taking a horrific pay cut.

The hubby was a highly trained specialist in a small town, where there is just one company that does his line of work. Even if he COULD work (although the steel rods in his back make lifting, bending, stooping, and standing for long is now impossible), what could he do in the podunk town we now live in?

And moving is out of the question, as we now live on family owned land…for which we pay no rent.

It is really easy to point the finger at Illegal aliens…but in the screwed up work situation in this country illegals are not the main issue: Corporate greed is.

First, I wish you and your hubby all the best. Being unemployed or disabled has to be tough and I hope things get much better for you.

With that said……if a person is unemployed for more than six months, they might want to start setting the bar a little lower. I have been unemployed for months at a time, but there is a point when I have to take a job to take care of my family. I wouldn’t want to flip burgers or wait tables, but if it’s that’s only thing I could find………..

Justify your hate all you want, but something tells me the guy you worship lived his life to fight oppressing the poor and oppressed.

Something tells me you’re gonna have A LOT of explaning to do when in line at those golden gates. Be sure to quote Galatians on your way down.

Unemployment rates are all contrived BULLCRAP. LIES. LIES, and more LIES.

If you find yourself unemployed, and are not able to find a job in six months…then you become PERMANENTLY retired according to the Government folks that keep records of such things.

The hubby is trying to get Social Security disability, and the government does nothing but throw up road blocks…and they are doing the same thing with folks trying to get unemployment help.

I love my country….but I truly hate my government, and what it has become….but I don’t blame the illegals.

I instead blame the tax benefits that allowed companies to move highly trained jobs offshore. I blame the State…which sure doesn’t mind hiring illegals when it suits their purposes…..such as road construction, and maintenance.

And I blame the current administration, who funded a phony war so Halliburton, and other businesses that Cheney and Bush Jr and Sr were involved with….which just funneled more and more tax money away from the people and into the pockets of corporate bloodsuckers.

Do I sound bitter? Hell yes I am bitter! Bitter, and under employed.