a number of years ago, approaching christmas, a number of signs appeared in my rather large office, from a woman who's daughter taught school in the ghetto. The signs all had pictures of little juans, and juanita's and what they wanted for christmas. All illegals by the way.
I remember one juan in particular, he was one of like 12kids and sent up here to live with his aunt, wasn't suppose to go home till he got edducated. He wanted a sony radio thing, some designer hi dollar tennis shoes, you get the picture. Woman and daughter hit by office, I said a know. Tried to work on my guilt which there was none. It was ended when i said i had five grandsons living a hardscrabble life in texas, how much are you going to raise for them, as they were citizens? No answer.
