I celebrated the "Day Without Immigrants" by watching two Mexicans and a German wrestle a 1200 pound concrete slab from one side of my house to the other.
"Hey, Javier. Can you rotate it so the handprints are facing the right way?"
I love this country.
The demonstrators have taken enormous pains to characterize themselves as "immigrants" opposing infringements on "immigrants' rights." This is, of course, a half-truth. We're not talking about enforcing the rights to which legal immigrants are obviously entitled—we're talking about granting new legal rights to illegal immigrants. This is not an insignificant difference. The demonstrators do their cause a disservice by attempting to blur the distinction between the two. I'm not unsympathetic to their arguments, but I've learned to distrust that sort of posturing. I find it disingenuous, disquieting. They'd have done better if they'd been forthright.