Morning Pages *warning – bitchy content…

So I have decided to do some sort of morning pages. Just to get me writing. Even if it might be meaningless nothings…

On my way to take Logan to school, I listened to a talk radio station. I have no idea which one it was, I just flipped until I found something interesting.

These guys were talking about immigration. hmmm. A very controversial subject – for some. For me, I think it’s a load of crap that people can just walk into my country, take jobs away from deserving Americans, not even bother to learn the language AND GET AWAY WITH IT. What the hell? Seriously. Because my husband works in construction, I hear a lot about this. 75% of the people he works with can’t speak English. How is he supposed to create a safe work environment when they can’t understand him. He has to spend time looking around the job for someone that can translate. Talk about a waste of time, just to tell someone that they are digging the hole in the wrong damn spot. Some might think that he should learn their language, so that he can communicate. Well, his views are the same as mine – this is America, and we speak English. If you want to live here, learn it.

I sound so bitchy. But I get so sick and tired of the minority shit. It’s bull crap. Maybe a few years ago it was a good idea. But now, I can’t find a single student loan. Why? Because I am a white, married female over the age of 25. Now, if I were a minority, oh, well then – ‘HERE take money from me, please!” There is so much available to minorities it makes me sick. What is worse – I am becoming the minority.  I can’t go to the grocery store and ask someone for help finding something. Why? Because they don’t speak English. I can’t even ask the very large family that is blocking the aisle to move. Why? Because they don’t speak English.

My neighborhood is just as bad. Block parties with circus music playing until late at night. I am afraid to drive my car down my street because their children dart out from behind a car just as I am driving by, totally oblivious to me. Driving around the neighborhood with tiny children in their laps.. What the heck? While I am guilty of moving the car from the driveway to the street while Logan steers, I don’t take a joyride around the subdivision.

I like to think I am not racist. I would just like to live in a country where foreign people aren’t allowed to come in and take over. I would like to see people that agree with me stand up and make a difference. It’s not something I can do on my own.  So, after this rant I feel like I need to find out of there is a local group that feels like I do, and join.