Dear Mexican: This November, a trusted employee of mine came out about his status as an illegal immigrant. Our big-box retail conglomerate's policy clearly spells out the termination of my employment should I fail to report such an offense, but I love the mojado to death. He's loyal, punctual, and works all the hours I can provide him. Plus he's sixty years old, been in Colorado for ten years, and worked at our company for seven. I want to keep my job, get him US citizenship or permanent residency, and retain him as an employee IN THAT ORDER. Isn't our cookie-cutter legal system set up such that I can simply pay a lawyer to find a judge who'll confer citizenship on the man? Or should I shut my mouth, run business as usual, and wait for his illegitimacy and falsified documents to catch up when he's muy, muy viejo?
Ayudame, Por Favor!
Dear Help Me, Please: Don't doubt the powers of piratería the Mexican art of forgery. Besides their desire to maximize profits, many companies hire illegals because they simply don't know they're doing so: Fake green cards, driver's licenses, and Social Security numbers can dupe even the most vigilant immigration official. Your wab could probably pilot a 757 with his documents. Beyond piratería, he has a couple of options, but none of them are hopeful. You can write letters to Congress asking them to pass an amnesty bill that will legalize the twelve million or so illegals (at least seven million of them Mexican) who live among us.
Have your wab seek sanctuary in a Catholic parish that's how Chicago activist Elvira Arellano (no relation to the Mexican) has staved off la migra for nearly a year. Does your wab have any US-born children? Then tell him to pray for a lawsuit filed in Miami federal court that argues the government deprives US-nacidos children of their civil rights when their illegal mamis y papis get deported. Your wab can also achieve at least permanent residency by marrying a chica caliente citizen but even then, he would have to file a chingo of paperwork. Ultimately, the best chance your wab has for citizenship is leaving the States and applying the right way. Yeah, I'm cracking up, too.
I catch the bus every morning in Taco Town. One of your people approached me the other day and, after explaining that he was "a little buzzed," welcomed me to the neighborhood and pointed to his dilapidated shack across from the bus stop. He was really nice, but are Mexicans usually drunk by eight in the morning? I thought you guys slept till noon.
Dear Gabacho Bean: You got your stereotypes wrong. Taco Town isn't where Mexicans live, but a funny Saturday Night Live skit that depicts my mother's traditional four-thousand-calorie Mexican breakfast. Mexicans usually aren't drunk by eight in la mañana if your friend was buzzing, he must've not slurped up the morning bowl of menudo that allows Mexicans to mitigate their natural pedo state. And the only Mexicans I know who sleep until noon are college students exhausted from studying and working to pay tuition while their gabacho peers puked away Daddy's allowance.
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