When Trump’s round-up of persons here illegally started, I told my wife that if nothing else, the nights of constant fireworks on the holidays, keeping me awake, would not happen or be as bad.
I assume they won’t start checking to see where domestic animals come from. After all, they just threw billions of dollars at ICE to squander.
Well, she can’t vote and doesn’t vote, just to let the MAGA fools know that it is not one more incident of non-citizens voting. Minnie doesn’t know it either that these last two nights would probably have been two miserable nights, as the fireworks would have frightened her.
The weekly parties with loud music are not happening as often.
If being dirty and having filthy front yards were one of the traits of people here illegally, it would not surprise me if ICE wouldn’t target those houses. But, on my street, the filthiest yards belong to my European-looking neighbors.
Here in Houston, less traffic and fewer people shopping, so the wait in line to check out is not as long.
I don’t see as many carts; in fact, I haven’t seen any recently of the small carts that sell food. Wonder if they will be there when school starts?
Well, dear recent immigrants, welcome to the world that my parents and I, to some extent, grew up in. Back in those days, we carried wallet-size birth certificates to prove our citizenship.
Native Americans probably wish that all Indian looking people would go back across the border, as dang if we don’t look like them or they look like us. When I was in Oklahoma, I would often be asked what tribe I belonged to.
My thoughts on this Fourth of July, my US and Texas flags still hang in front of my house as they have for years. My address is located in front of my house, featuring a carved American Bald Eagle underneath.
I ain’t no Okie from Muskogee, but I am proud to be an American.
