Wife and I woke up one morning to find an "undocumented" family living in our guest room. Called the cops, was told the mayor and council voted for our city to be "sanctuary" so the cops could do nothing. Asked the mayor he couldn't put them up, he lives in a gated community so that is not allowed. Beside I was being Un-American for not wanting them. Pretty soon their cousins moved into the living room, again I complained and was told that I was being Un-American. Wife and I came home to find more relatives, this time in my bedroom. Went to the camper, same there, the garage...ditto. Wife and I pitched our tent in the back yard. I also found out that I had to learn their language and customs so as not to be Un-American. On my flagpole was another flag, was told not to complain Un-American. 4th of July was changed to Cinco de Mayo. One morning walked out front of the house, looked across the street, up and down. Guess what I saw, all Un-American. What I posted is just a thought about being Un-American, this MY COUNTRY not the "undocumented migrants".
Sam
Sam


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