There is now a list of 30+ countries that we won't permit entry from

Which actually makes sense. Their governments don't have the infrastructure to vet their own people much less give our immigration any honest information about the person trying to immigrate. All immigrants should be vetted for at least basic security and health reasons. 

The other thing we ought to take into consideration is if an immigrant is going to be an asset or a liability and a burden. During their 5 year wait before applying for citizenship they should not be eligible for any government benefits and should prove that they can take care of themselves and be a benefit to our society rather than a drain. 

Personal observation tells me that Vietnamese and Filipinos enter the country with an excellent work ethic. Many Filipinas arrive as trained nurses and a friend's wife went to work making damned good money the day she got her green card. She had been pre hired pending her green card arrival and when it arrived in the mail box she took it from the mailbox and went straight to work. The ink hadn't even dried and she was working. At damned good money to boot!

These are the kind of people we want in here. People that have something to contribute. It's doesn't really have to be a college educated person, either. we've got things to do here that don't require an excellent education that someone can feed themself on.

We need people that have motivation to better themselves honestly and not scam the system. 

Lately the Somalis have taken center stage in Minnesota and another scam was unearthed in Ohio. While I generally take people as individuals I have to look at what's going on carefully to make sure I don't lump all of them into a single category.

I have noticed that Ilham Omar is now on her way to the Minnesota Somali $hit list because of the ICE raids. They probably think she was the one that drew heat to them and they may very well be right. It will be interesting to see if she gets reelected.

Still, I don't care who/what/when/where of why you are. If you are here illegally I want you out.  

The fact that you sneaked into the country shows me you are outright dishonest and you should he returned to wherever you came from or reasonable facsimile there of. 

 

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No, I don't have children. At least not anymore.

I did have a beautiful daughter but I lost her in a crap game when she was six. It was horrible. My wife wouldn't talk to me for almost a whole week after that happened.

So I explained to someone that assumed I was a grandfather in the conversation.

Much to her credit she picked up on it immediately and grinned and said I had a dry sense of humor and apologized for assuming.

I hope I run into her again as she's OK in my book because at least she has a brain.

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They're pretty much all gone...

For some reason I thought of an old man I met several years ago that had been in the 442nd RCT. I'd run into him at odd times and he never failed to make me laugh. He's been gone now for quite some time. When we met I asked him if he was a Buddhahead or a Katonk.

His daughter turned purple like I had called him a racial slur but the old man said, "I was born in California. I was a Katonk. I'm surprised you knew about that." Buddhaheads were Hawaiian born.

I grinned and said, "You bums were my heroes. You're badasses and Honorary Texans by proclamation of the Governor."

His daughter stared at him wide-eyed. I guess he never told his kids much about his service in Europe.

They're almost all gone now and even the youngest of them are nearly a full century old. Time flies.

I miss those guys. They were my mentors and they all had interesting stories to tell. Their tales ranged from being scared still in combat to being bored to tears in a rear echelon job.

I remember one humorous story about one of them that was in Europe in 1944-45 that said he never slacked off for a minute and pitched in and volunteered for practically everything in the supply unit he was a part of. He said he did that because every so often someone would be reassigned to a combat unit headed up to the front and he wanted no part of that.

He said his plan worked and he got to stay in the rear with the gear.

Can't say I blame him. He did his part.

Another one of my mentors spent well over a year as a weather observer in the Aleutians. He told a couple stories about some of the things they did out of sheer boredom. Once he was handed a long pole to put holes in the snow before new guys arrived so they could warn newbies about 'snow snakes'. Still, the weather in the Aleutians gave evidence of upcoming weather in Japan which by 1944 was very useful to aviators. All in all it was a miserable, boring tour.

A waist gunner that had been shot down over Europe and spent alost two years in a PW camp taught me to build a simple radio out of a safety pin, wire and a pencil lead. It worked.

All of them contributed one way or the other. 

My scoutmaster hit Europe in mid 1944 as a 2LT and was a company commander and a captain when they entered Germany. Later retreaded for Korea.

A very interesting WW2 vet I met was Mr. Schwartz. He was an immigrant that had fought in the Wehrmacht. When I mentioned him to Dad he blew up and told me to be good to Schwartz because he was just some poor sad bastard that got drafted and had no say in the matter. I got a talking-to about how wars are started by governments and fought by ordinary citizens.

Later I found out that Mr. Schwartz had been a POW that had been shipped to the States and immigrated after the war. His kids were younger than I was so I had little reason to run into him very often. 

They all had different stories to tell.

These people were my mentors and I miss them.

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Anyone ever look at a jar of 250,000,000 year old pink Himalayan sea salt?

I looked at a jar of it yesterday and saw a 2007 expiration date on it.

It's 250,000,000 years old and now it's going to go bad in two years?

Who are they trying to fool?

Then again, one can say that it was mined and processed in the nick of time before it went bad.

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Remember those little tags you'd find in a new shirt pocket?

The little slips that said "Inspected by #6".

I haven't seen one of those in quite some time. It seems now that every so often I see a shirt on the rack with a major blemish. I just saw one last week with a complete unsewn seam.

Maybe they ought to put old #6 back to work.

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One of the things that irks me is the 'pass the buck' mentality.

Where does it end?

Someone gets drunk and has an accident and people want to blame the bartender when the truth is the bartender didn't drink too much, the patron did.

I can see that we are not too far off from 

So you admit you grew the rye and sold it to the grain supplier that sold it to the distillery who made whisky from it and sold it to the distributor who sold it to the supplier that sold it to the bar where the man who purchased it drank too much of it and caused the accident.

Fact is the guy that drank too much caused the accident.

Let's stop shifting the blame.

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One of my favorite stories I have been told was about a county sheriff.

as told to me by a sailor I worked with from one of the Carolinas. It's also why I occasionally refer to lemonade stands. This was probably over 30 years ago. 

I guess the subject of the Philly PD came up and we discussed the time they mistook the guy that was going through the trash someone dumped near where out headquarters was. He was actually scrapping metals from the pile and the cop thought he was illegally dumping. He managed to point out that his truck bed only contained the metal he had pulled out of the trash pile and escaped a big fine.

That's when Red chuckled and told me that his county sheriff down home was pretty observant and the deputies probably would have helped him load any heavy metal stuff he found. 

"The sheriff's actually one of us," he said. "He's pretty good. He's really hard on serious crime and pretty good on the small stuff. He's got a good head on his shoulders and common sense which is rare."

"One time he caught a couple of my friends drag racing which is pretty serious down our way since a couple of kids got killed a few years back. Anyway, a deputy caught a couple of kids drag racing and they didn't try to fight their way out of it. The sheriff had had a quiet word with them and told them he'd make it go away if they painted the front of the office. It was a pretty good deal," he continued.

I told him it sounded like a pretty good sheriff. He replied that once every so often the sheriff gets pretty worked up and does some pretty funny $hit.

"Like what?" I asked.

He chuckled and said, "One time this nasty old woman started calling the Sheriff's office reporting little kids were running lemonade stands without Board of Health certificates. Of course they didn't do anything about it. Hell, the deputies always carry change around to buy lemonade with."

He explained that the sheriff didn't do anything about it and after a while the old bag called the State Police instead. Of course they didn't do anything, either but they did call the sheriff and tease him about it.

"That did it!" he said. "The sheriff cooked up a plot and called in just about every favor he could and called for volunteers. Almost every off duty that day cop responded and almost 75 police cars with riot gear clad uniformed officers showed up at his nephew's lemonade stand at about 11 in the morning and they raided it! Well over 100 cops of all sorts showed up for the raid, all volunteers. No overtime and it didn't cost the taxpayers a dime."

"Anyway, he had tipped off the editor of our county newspaper and when the paper came out a couple of days later there big headlines, 'Lemonade stand raided' and a big picture of the kid being led off in handcuffs by three deputies carrying shotguns and wearing helmets. The kid had a mean scowl on if face, it was funny as hell."

"Then," he continued, "The entire center sheet had pictures including one of the kid sitting in a cell with an angry look on his face and they quoted him as saying "They ain't made a jail that can hold me!" 

"The sheriff was quoted as saying "Unlike the Blues Brothers, no cars were damaged in the making of this raid'"

"How did the county people look at that stunt?" I asked.

He laughed. "A couple people resented it as to be expected. The rest of us thought it was funny as hell but funny part came the next week in the local paper."

"The photographer grabbed a picture of the old hag when she was grocery shopping and the editor posted it on Page One with a headline "Citizen of the Year" and the story of how she reported the illegal lemonade stand to the Sheriff. It also mentioned that the DA was declining prosecution in the interest of justice."

I can't vouch for the accuracy of the tale but I would not be surprised it for the most part it was true. It was one of the best sea stories I heard.

  

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One of the things I have learned is that there are very few true innocent victims in life.

I spent a decade of my life living in a world of loose cash running around, guns, drugs, whores and God knows what else.

It seemed to me that every time I was turning around someone was getting beaten up, robbed or fell up a flight of stairs. Drugs were the worst, whores and guns were minimal. I think I saw two guys fighting over a whore once. 

The rare shootings were generally between druggies.

I was ripped off twice which was meh. I call it collateral damage.

The reason I so seldom suffered was that I steered clear of drugs.

Same holds true for ICE victims. The liberals claim that hundreds and hundreds of people have been victimized by ICE and so on and so forth and hundreds have been run over by ICE and I'd bet that they did something to warrant it. 

One thing that comes to mind is blocking an ICE vehicle and getting hurt in the process. (Generally it's the purple haired passionate fat chick. The in shape hired male activists stay alongside the vehicle in question because they know better)

The old "I was walking down the street on the sidewalk minding my own business when six ICE agents grabbed me, beat me  up and carted me off to jail!" story is a crock. There's no shortage of actual criminals running around for them to waste time on some innocent citizen. People that try and feed someone that story generally omit a few small details like they assaulted the agent or something along those lines.

The truth is that one of the best ways to keep from becoming a non-victim victim is to keep your nose clean. Protesters that try block traffic and stay on the sidewalk while doing so very seldom (if ever) get hit.

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Curiosity overwhelms me.

I wonder if dyes have improved.

Years ago I threw all my laundry into the machine with a new red T-shirt and wound up with pink undershorts.

I have a worn once, never washed red T-shirt and I think I'll chuck it in the wash with some white underwear and a cup of Sunshine Rinso and see what happens.

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I love the South.

"My New Year's resolution is to stop biting my tongue so you better buckle up."

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