Here on the many thousand hectare Vierk estate.....

it's mid harvest time. As I look from the fourth story A/C widdow's watch roof tower, onto the verdant fields, Chardonnay in hand, viewing busy underpaid illegal immigrant farmworkers, many mere children, slaving away, most separated long ago from parents by our brilliant President Trump, my face beams with pride. All so happy to be serving the wealthy white man, knowing that the service is entirely at my pleasure, for at any moment, a call to the "Mica" will bring on the govenment goons to lock them into the back of their overcrowded dirty, stuffy lime green Chevy Suburbans, for that dreaded trip back over the rio Grande. Again in mi patria linda, no? My Spanish is good, but haven't yet found the equivalent to "Yassah Massah", for their proper address of me, but am working on it. There are various forms of rank social Darwinistic capitalism, but this example suits me just fine. Will get me a big black Victorian top hat, to wear while boot brushing the sweaty little brown beggging urchins to the sides of the road, as I walk among them. Ah, the good life, in the Donald's USA.
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Thanks again, CC, for your cogent insights.
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Retired, but busy. Years left to enjoy. Handy, curious, multilingual (German, French, Spanish, learning Portuguese). Love animals. Live on a salt water ocean bay just south of Canada. Angling off the rocky beach. Mussels. Watching the oceans reclaim [read more]