I really wish that the rainbow wasn’t the LGBT community symbol. I have nothing against the lgbt community, but I miss being able to see a rainbow without thinking about gay pride and all the posts that circulate the Internet. I just miss when rainbows reminded me of reading rainbow.
A lot of people would like to make this into how heartless Trump’s America is when it comes to immigrants, but I see it as more of how much Mexico sucks. Right now, Mexican politicians nudge people to the American border and wash their hands of the situation when they enter illegally instead of fixing the issues that plague their own country.
I didn’t read the article, so I can only assume he either jumped out of desperation to escape or to commit suicide. In either case, it’s a sad story that he’d rather die/risk death than go back to living in Mexico or whatever Latin American country he traveled from.
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Well, I went and read the full headline. This guy was being deported FOR THE THIRD TIME. Quoting from the article:
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The 44-year-old was from Los Mochis in Sinaloa - a dangerous northern state which reported 1,938 homicides last month alone.” [note that the article can’t seem to decide if he’s 44 or 45, but I digress]
Yo that death rate is more than twice what Chicago gets IN A YEAR. Nonetheless, while I genuinely feel for this guy and thousands of others like him, the fact is they’re here because THEIR government won’t freaking fix the problems in the first place. Meantime we’ve opened our doors for reasons that are likely nowhere near as humanitarian as the government (certainly not a Left-leaning one) would have you think.
I’d honestly rather these young men become revolutionaries in their own countries rather than jumping borders like this. We don’t live under a one-world government (yet?), you can’t expect to be treated as though we do. Work on your country so we can work on ours.
so the thing about my family is that we have two ancestors on my dad’s side who were buried in france, where I currently live. one died in the spanish civil war, and one died prior doing…we don’t know what. but he somehow managed to get buried in père lachaise.
so anyhow, my gran sends me a message like “pls put flowers on ur uncle samuel’s grave because he’s gone over a century with none and it will make the ghost mad if he hasn’t already” because my family spends time in europe but never long enough to go all the way to père lachaise and give ya boy samuel jr. his death rites. so im like “ok gran I can do that” bc im a good grandson and you do not fuck with gran she doesn’t DESERVE THAT
i figure out which plot he’s on and ask someone specifically where you can find uncle samuel jr. and they tell me where and so I arrive at the junction and.
HE GONE.
WHERE DID YOU GO UNCLE SAMUEL.
*celine dion’s smash hit “my heart will go on” playing in the distance*
in other words either someone stole my entire great great uncle samuel or he has risen again, ready to party in paris for all of eternity.
You’re pretty chill about a corpse disappearing.
My guy, my dude, he’s been dead since 1851. He could be anywhere. He does what he wants.
I won’t throw away an empty plastic grocery bag because that would be wrong, but once I put something inside it, it is perfectly acceptable to throw it away.
