Katie’s Dad 2.0

Every so often something bubbles up from the opinion pages of the mainstream media that vindicates my positions with stunning clarity. Lately the assurances are more frequent….like this:

Immigration Myopia in Virginia - George Grayson - washingtonpost.com

Although they are denigrated as “xenophobes,” “racists” and “nativists” by special pleaders, local leaders are responding to concerns about school crowding, emergency-room access, neighborhoods blighted by old vehicles, trash-strewn yards, houses bulging with occupants, ubiquitous signs in Spanish and the proliferation of gangs. Several other factors should awaken Democrats, especially those from Northern Virginia, who blithely intone the mantra that “we are a nation of immigrants”:

Periodic wars and depressions interrupted the waves of new arrivals in the 19th and 20th centuries, giving them a chance to assimilate and, above all, learn English. No such “timeouts” have occurred since the 1965 immigration law, which fostered the continuous influx of millions of Hispanics, many of whom live in linguistic enclaves perpetuated by the English-as-a-second-language lobby.

The Honorable Professor Grayson has one foot on the path toward adopting my “22 Ideas For Immigration Reform.”

I am almost persuaded to forward this opinion piece to a former project supervisor of mine who lectured me, after hearing third-hand that I was involved in immigration reform movement, and warned me that my involvement in the project would be terminated if he learned that I was involved with “some hate group.”

I didn’t know I’d been subordinated to a budding Morris Dees wannabe, or I’d never have taken the assignment.

“I’ve heard that you’re going around saying that we should get rid of all the Hispanics,” he said.

“You hear some interesting things,” I replied. “That’s not anywhere near what I might have said.”

“Well, what did you say?,” he asked. “I was told that you said we’d be better off if we dug a trench around Miami and set it adrift.”

“Well, Mike, there are a lot of people like me who have fled south Florida who say that,” I explained. “The other thing they say is ‘will the last American leaving Miami please bring the flag’ and, as humor often is, it’s intended to make a point. I didn’t know there was some super-secret prohibition on repeating well-known jokes about Florida.”

He continued to press. “Whatever it is that you said hurt somebody’s feelings and I can’t have you creating a hostile work environment for them,” he continued, obviously a bit stunned at my not cowering before him.

“I support immigration reform that brings us back in line with our traditions. We’ve always had, for one reason or another, lengthy timeouts that moderated mass-immigration periods and facilitated assimilation,” I asserted. “And that is typically what I’ll say… and certainly all I’ll say it potentially sensitive company… about the issue. It’s factual history.”

He looked like a robot trying to figure out how to compute something that was far beyond his meager intellect. Sensing his confusion, I continued.

“If somebody heard me say that, or if I said it to them, and they spun it into believing that I advocate getting rid of Hispanics, then I’d say whomever was offended about it has other issues that they really need help with,” I quipped, semi-seriously.

“But this is a nation of immigrants, everybody knows that,” he demanded. “You can’t promote a lie around here and get away with it. This nation has always been welcoming of immigrants!,” he began to rage. “Listen, we have to work together, and I know that we can… I used to work with a guy who was openly a member of the KKK and we got along fine,” he stammered. “So I hope I can get along with you.”

“I expect you to never speak about your crazy ideas regarding immigration again,” he asserted. “If what you have to say to anyone isn’t directly related to this project, and this project only, I expect you not to say it around here.”

“Listen, I’m not going to argue with you about this because it’s woefully apparent you just don’t know much about history,” I replied, angrily. “If you would do just a little research, you’d find out how asinine your contention regarding the ‘nation of immigrants’ fallacy really is. “And if you want to discuss what really constitutes a ‘hostile work environment,’ let’s go talk to the project director and we can discuss your likening me to a member of the KKK.”

We stared at each other for a couple of seconds. I think he realized he dug himself a deep one.

“I happen to be proud of my heritage and I do not want to see it ruined,” I continued. “The fact that there are so many Americans, so ignorant, so careless, and so brainwashed to total falsehoods doesn’t bode well for future generations. If America ever goes in the crapper, it will be the fault of people like you.”

And with that, I turned and walked out of SOB’s office.

The exchange resulted in my getting called into the project director’s office, and I showed up with a formally written complaint against my supervisor. It caused an impasse. Seeing how I was a contractor and he was a project employee, his complaint about me didn’t really mean anything. My complaint about him was placed in his permanent employment record.

He did manage to get me briefly reassigned to lesser duties, but my billing rate was unaffected. And, of course, my contract was not renewed when it expired… which was pretty much what I wanted at the time anyway.

Less than a year later the project was abandoned thanks in large part to deficiencies in computer programming deliverables that had been outsourced to India. Ironically, I had warned the project manager that this would be a problem if tighter quality controls were not implemented.

And so, $86 million of our tax dollars went down the toilet.

p.s. I see that little prick former supervisor every so often, usually when I’m out shopping. And he always tries to hide, or pretends he doesn’t see me. And every time it happens, I have to laugh about it. It will be especially sweet the next time we cross paths; I haven’t run into him since activists like me helped put immigration reform on the front-burner and killed amnesty.

I’m looking forward to our next encounter.  It’s always good to feel vindicated.

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