One Right and a Wrong Path to American Citizenship

Our parents abandoned my brother and me. When we were fifteen and seventeen years old, we spoke little English. We sailed across the Atlantic and crossed the continent by train to visit the relatives, who had sponsored us. They promptly forced us into involuntary servitude.

For two years, we worked on their dairy farms. They did not pay us or feed us enough, and would never allow me to shower. Thereafter, I was forced to live in extreme isolation, in a shack with highly unstable dynamite. And I did not have an outhouse.

But since I was in America, the land of “Unlimited Opportunities,” I wrestled my bulls to the ground. To escape my servitude, and to pay for college, I took what was known to be the toughest job in town. Nightly I wrestled tons of lumber, and with mostly such heavy labor, I worked myself to an engineering degree. Within eighteen months thereafter, I obtained my citizenship, and my new wife and I had earned enough to be able to travel around the world for six months.

I don’t have to elaborate about the wrong path, the illegal one, to American citizenship. Most, the MC (morally-correct) Americans, despise that our federal government is allowing, even encouraging with our hard-earned dollars, millions of law-breaking aliens to invade our country. Even while working hard for us, they are breaking laws. Many of them are making a mockery of us, and want us to assimilate into their culture. Moreover, more than a few of illegals have committed serious crimes before they get here.

Mr. President, et. al., this is the wrong path to citizenship. I beg you to enforce existing laws. If not, all other laws will also be become evermore meaningless and speed us into national anarchy.

By Miraculous Survivor, Author, Inspirational Speaker
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