The company I work for benefits MASSIVELY from utilizing illegal aliens.
When I say massively, I mean it.
Big big money.
The trick is, they utilize a subcontractor.
A third party.
At the same time, the Columbian illegal wears a shirt with the company logo, carries company tools, is issued a company credit card for fuel and materials.
Then they just turn them loose.
And they run circles around them white boys, them “Mericans”.
Cause they hungry as fuck.
Cause they come from ACTUALLY hard lives , not this pish posh bullshit you whine about.
ANd it’s my Job to shut the fuck up about it..
Watch them handle the North and the South, operate without supervision, and turn over projects like a mother fucker.
Because of that belly.
Because of the rumbling in that belly.
Because they left their collective penises inserted at the time of orgasm.
Because they made more of themselves.
Mouths to feed ,
Far away bambino’s and the like.
I’m not mad at em, but I’m kinda mad at em.
Because I live and die in a reality where experience matters. Seniority matters and we’ve al sacrificed so much.
We’ve put a lot into this cocksucker.
I was a road dog for years and years.
Hotels, day in and day out.
My reward?
A kush job, only drawback is Dustin.
Meanwhile, the invasion grows.
More and more Merican’s are let go, laid off, strong armed out of earned positions,, because these guys are cheaper.
Breakin the rules?
Sure, without a doubt,
But,,,Omar would tell ya
“It’s all in the game”.
No shit.
Money talks and bullshit walks.
(Bullshit talks too)
Oh boy does it…
It’s a drag man.
Just watching the whole thing.
It bums you out, and the fact that it bums you out, bums you out even more.
Get very restless and angry.
But there’s nothing to be done.
That knowledge is understood.
Not a matter of right/wrong, just a matter of efficacy.
“It works”
It earns.
It succeeds with more in the pocket for the spearhead.
The person in charge.
Playing at a high level,,, still just a game.
Someone could call INS, but they’re so backlogged with immigrants, they’ll never even look into it.
What is happening here, is happening EVERYWHERE.
Everywhere.
I done seent it out on them job sites.
But…
On the flip side…
It’s hot as fuck.
Hotter than a mother fucker.
I escaped that and absolutely CANNOT let myself fuck up this gig.
Fucked up thing is…
I could do this gig from home.
Just give me the computer.
I’ll draw your blueprints all day,, if you have them to draw.
Sigh…
Games..
Games and the ways people play them.
Predictable.
It becomes predictable after enough observation.
They’ll fuck ya, oh yes they will.
It’s hard to find anyone that cares.
Cares how it operates.
I would work for damned free, if someone sat down and told me,
“Hey,,,this is a game. ANd all I give a fuck about is what’s in it for me”
I’d respect them so much.
Instead,,we just make moves.
That’s what we do.
Little underhanded efforts.
I hate you so goddamn much.
Despise is a strong word, and it’s the most accurate one I can think of.
I despise it.
And I despise what it does to you.
Does to all of us.
There’s road ragers that are completely nice people , off the road.
Totally reasonable, compassionate, regular people.
You get em behind the wheel and they’re hell.
Hell on wheels.
They change, because of the environment ?
They turn into huge assholes because of the scenario they’re in.
Monsters.
Bacteria.
Predictable, if you’ve got an eye for it.
If you know what to notice.
You’d be depressed too.p
dawn 