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The great immigration debate rages on... now it's almost comical how the two "sides" are behaving. First of course we have the endless row of "liberal" Hispanic reps/celebrities who profess their great love for this their new land (only if they can of course not speak the language, eat their own food (which is de-lish by the ways), look down upon everyone else, continue to moan about how they are regarded as second class citizens, and then proceed to prove their point by singing the national anthem of their adopted English-speaking land in Spanish, the tongue of their left-behind not-so-wanted-except-in-my memories motherland!!! Oh god, talk about shooting yourself in the foot....
And then the people that proclaim themselves defenders of this land are even more embarrassingly childish!!! Instead of building on the "let them shoot themselves in the foot" sentiment they go on to bluster about protecting the country's traditions and proclaim English as the official language!!! I am rolling about in laughter... I thought this sort of thing only happened in "developing" countries!!! Apparently, education in elite universities and a good life still does not guarantee intelligence and common sense! Has the entire world gone mad or am I just hallucinating... the Islamic world cannot tolerate anything said against them, the Christian world is convinced everybody except them is going to hell so we might as well speed them on their way and the Hindu world... Well they weren't very sensible to begin with and luckily are too small to cause any lasting harm!!!
Until this country finds out that immigrants are people who are not necessarily white, Christian (all right so Jews are permissible these days, not so long ago when they were the invading hordes) or quiet (Chinese, Indian, and any other Asian group for the most part) and learns to live with it, this is one debate that isn't going to die down. America has to decide it like immigrants or it doesn't ... in which case it can go down the path of a sliding, aging population, lousy food, and poor global competitiveness.. hmm does that sound like Germany?

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