Ayatollahgondola
12-25-2009, 07:41 PM
Merry Christmas fellow SOS'ers,
I'm writing a brief review of my christmas with the illegals. It starts out with a phone call from my kid. She is involved in a fender-bender with a spanish speaker in a store parking lot around 9:00 pm Christmas eve. It's a man around mid 40's with no drivers license and an insurance card in his wifes name supposedly, but that was only good for 30 days back in May of this year. Funny thing is his wife's name is differnet from his stated surname, and he can't spell it. She calls the cops when that's all she can get, and they tell her they won't respond because it happened on private property. Her car is munched in the rear quarter panel, and for all intents and purposes, this guy gets to drive off...still unlicensed.
So with that under our belt for the evening, we drift off to bed around 1:00 a.m., and are awakened to a rooster crowing about 7:00 am Christmas day. I couldn't sleep past that, and got up to make everyone one of my signature holiday breakfasts. The rooster crowed throughout the day, and reminded me that this is an occupied neighborhood. Late in the afternoon and just prior to the big Christmas feast my wife and in laws made, I saddled up the dog for a walk and went on a rooster hunt. My tour revealed a bit more about how this neighborhood has slid downward than I wanted to see on this holy day. One house with garbage strewn about had a trash can overflowing with empty beer cans and bottles, and the spillover was rolling out onto the sidewalk and beyond. Another house has peekup trucks for sale with big white letters on the windshields. Then I see the real kicker; a house with a professionally made sign that reads:
Full Rights
For All Immigrants!
That was it for me. I pointed the dog towards base camp and let the rooster go for today. Too much anxiety for an otherwise beautiful day.
Pictures to come later this week....
I'm writing a brief review of my christmas with the illegals. It starts out with a phone call from my kid. She is involved in a fender-bender with a spanish speaker in a store parking lot around 9:00 pm Christmas eve. It's a man around mid 40's with no drivers license and an insurance card in his wifes name supposedly, but that was only good for 30 days back in May of this year. Funny thing is his wife's name is differnet from his stated surname, and he can't spell it. She calls the cops when that's all she can get, and they tell her they won't respond because it happened on private property. Her car is munched in the rear quarter panel, and for all intents and purposes, this guy gets to drive off...still unlicensed.
So with that under our belt for the evening, we drift off to bed around 1:00 a.m., and are awakened to a rooster crowing about 7:00 am Christmas day. I couldn't sleep past that, and got up to make everyone one of my signature holiday breakfasts. The rooster crowed throughout the day, and reminded me that this is an occupied neighborhood. Late in the afternoon and just prior to the big Christmas feast my wife and in laws made, I saddled up the dog for a walk and went on a rooster hunt. My tour revealed a bit more about how this neighborhood has slid downward than I wanted to see on this holy day. One house with garbage strewn about had a trash can overflowing with empty beer cans and bottles, and the spillover was rolling out onto the sidewalk and beyond. Another house has peekup trucks for sale with big white letters on the windshields. Then I see the real kicker; a house with a professionally made sign that reads:
Full Rights
For All Immigrants!
That was it for me. I pointed the dog towards base camp and let the rooster go for today. Too much anxiety for an otherwise beautiful day.
Pictures to come later this week....