I swear to God I thought Houston was in America. I am all for diversity, legal diversity, but there is only so much a person can take. I'm from the proudest country in the world, the proudest state in the nation, and probably one of the proudest towns around. That said, why does every one of my neighbors feel the need to turn my street into Mexico City? I thought you came to America for a change. If home is where you want to be, HAUL ASS.
Ok, I get it. You are here. Whether your green card is legit or not is really none of my concern; however, when my tax dollars are paying for your welfare and you still can't find the time to pick your dog's shit up off MY sidewalk, we're gonna have problems. I guess it's sweet yard art to you but the view from my house is your broke down truck and I take offense to that. Tejano music is acceptable as long as I don't have to listen to "La Raza" in MY home at ALL hours. Which, apparently, you think I do. The quinceañera your fifteen year old daughter is having reflects your culture and her coming of age. I fail to see how 30 of your drunk ass relatives screaming down the street at 3 am celebrates this. I also understand that you are jealous of their jobs, but leaving your trash can knocked over with a weeks worth of refuse spilling out of it is not "teaching that garbageman a lesson." That's why your can never gets emptied and I get to watch the lovely (and oh so sanitary) rubbish storm as it blows down the road to my house. Thanks. And your dog? The one you let out for days at a time? I don't want it. So the next time it cries outside of my window all night for 4 nights in a row, I'm going to shoot it. If you have a problem with that, TAKE CARE OF YOUR OWN DOG.
I have gone out of my way to be friendly to you and the 6 generations of your family currently living with you but I am always met with blank stares. Perhaps you speak Spanish in your homes but you know what "Hello" means the same way I know what "Hola" means. Get real. I try very hard every single day to not run over your 12 dirty, shoeless (sometimes pantless,) and ALWAYS unsupervised kids as I'm backing out of MY driveway and you can't even wave "thanks." That's just rude.
Maybe it's because we haven't had a yard sale yet for you to make purchases for YOUR next yard sale. Or maybe it's because we celebrate the 4th of July not Cinco de Mayo. OR maybe, just maybe, it has something to do with the fact that we take pride in our home and we proudly fly the red, white and BLUE. In front of our house. And we leave the light on it 24hrs a day. Put that in your burrito and smoke it!
Ok, I get it. You are here. Whether your green card is legit or not is really none of my concern; however, when my tax dollars are paying for your welfare and you still can't find the time to pick your dog's shit up off MY sidewalk, we're gonna have problems. I guess it's sweet yard art to you but the view from my house is your broke down truck and I take offense to that. Tejano music is acceptable as long as I don't have to listen to "La Raza" in MY home at ALL hours. Which, apparently, you think I do. The quinceañera your fifteen year old daughter is having reflects your culture and her coming of age. I fail to see how 30 of your drunk ass relatives screaming down the street at 3 am celebrates this. I also understand that you are jealous of their jobs, but leaving your trash can knocked over with a weeks worth of refuse spilling out of it is not "teaching that garbageman a lesson." That's why your can never gets emptied and I get to watch the lovely (and oh so sanitary) rubbish storm as it blows down the road to my house. Thanks. And your dog? The one you let out for days at a time? I don't want it. So the next time it cries outside of my window all night for 4 nights in a row, I'm going to shoot it. If you have a problem with that, TAKE CARE OF YOUR OWN DOG.
I have gone out of my way to be friendly to you and the 6 generations of your family currently living with you but I am always met with blank stares. Perhaps you speak Spanish in your homes but you know what "Hello" means the same way I know what "Hola" means. Get real. I try very hard every single day to not run over your 12 dirty, shoeless (sometimes pantless,) and ALWAYS unsupervised kids as I'm backing out of MY driveway and you can't even wave "thanks." That's just rude.
Maybe it's because we haven't had a yard sale yet for you to make purchases for YOUR next yard sale. Or maybe it's because we celebrate the 4th of July not Cinco de Mayo. OR maybe, just maybe, it has something to do with the fact that we take pride in our home and we proudly fly the red, white and BLUE. In front of our house. And we leave the light on it 24hrs a day. Put that in your burrito and smoke it!
