Tooling down the hill and across town this morning (in the politically incorrect full size Japanese pick up truck that's made in America) TWC rolled off I-15 at Magnolia Street. It's a long ramp on an upslope. Near the top sat a couple of booze-addled homeless guys with long greasy hair. One was lazily smoking. The other fumbled with the signs: Hungry! Please Help. How do I know they was booze-addled? I don't. But it's a reasonable assumption.
Swinging right onto the surface street I noticed twenty or so illegals, loitering near Big Box Hardware, spread out in small groups of twos and threes. All neatly dressed in work clothes. All hoping for a days wages. At half past Saturday mid-morning their chances were dimming. How do I know they was illegals? I don't. But it's a reasonable assumption.
Needless to say, neither demographic is wildly popular with mainstream America, but judging by the onslaught of political propaganda arriving daily in the box out front (election June 3) you'd think the single greatest threat to the Republic and the *only* issue in this county is those guys down on Magnolia looking for a job. How Un-American.