Self-Righteous Manifesto of the day:


Cinco de Mayo is tomorrow, a favorite day for barbeques and margaritas. Here is my request: before you eat your fabulous burger and corn on the cob or your potato salad or perhaps your salmon with steamed spinach and paella with goat cheese and grapes, take just a moment to thank those immigrant hands that helped feed you.
Whether you are for immigration reform or not, please accept and appreciate the fact that much of what we eat is made possible by sun-darkened brown hands.

They are the cowboys that herd the beef, the pickers who load tomatoes and cucumbers into fifty pound baskets on their backs, they package beans and rinse turnips and they do it all for very very little pay, just so they can try and make a better life for their children.
Some citizens think they are stealing these jobs away, but would they like to slave all day in the hot sun, would they like to spend twelve hour days in a dank-smelling factory with no health benefits, making less than minimum wage? No? Well then shush.

Or perhaps work towards immigrant rights, and agree that it would be nice for these human beings, actually it is the only decent possible thing for these hard workers to have the same rights as any citizen working in our system.
Our economic system is a giant pyramid scheme and these people are at the bottom. Actually, we have put their relatives back home at the bottom by exploiting workers in other countries more that we can begin to imagine. or maybe we just don't want to. And then those that reap the benefits of the upper tiers have the idiocy to complain? Please.
I'm not saying not to enjoy your Cinco de Mayo fiesta, because god knows we all need a good time now and then. But maybe before you take a bite, before you take a sip, think about the immigrants, living in shacks (yes, shacks) who made your meal possible.

Now how does that taste?