Foreigner

I feel like a foreigner in my own country. If I make a call, I have to press one for English. When I shop, I have to look for packaging written in English. Don’t get me started on product manuals. They usually are written in multiple languages that I don’t understand. I have enough trouble understanding technical matters in English. There is a store where I shop on a regular basis. In one department - customer service - the signs are in Spanish.

I have discovered I have fewer and fewer rights, but those from other countries have more and more. My taxes go up - while a majority of foreigners pay none, since their pay is cash - to pay for social services to give to them.

There are demonstrations and law suits against States for trying to enforce law. I can’t imagine what would happen if I protested in another country. Yes, I can. I would be put in prison.

Everyday, I am confused by people that don’t speak my language and demand that I learn theirs. They bring their rudeness and disdain for me to public gathering places. They fly their flags above my flag. And, my government defends them.

What am I to do? I think I’ll move to Oklahoma.

PMO
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