I'm probably throwing gas on the fire, but it's late, and I have food poisoning so I can sleep, and I'm bored between bouts of nausea. Perfect.

So, I want to paraphrase a line I heard on Peter Segal's "Wait Wait, Don't Tell Me" this weekend:

"sure, they can't profile based on the color of your skin, or your accent. Maybe by your clothes! Like if you're wearing a t-shirt that says, "my mother smuggled me across the Sonoran Desert, and all I got was this this t-shirt and a job you won't do!"

I am not in favor of illegal immigration in any way, shape or form. Nobody comes out smelling like a rose.

But face the facts, folks. We have plenty of unemployed, and under-employed people, many collecting state (and federal!) benefits, complaining of a lack of opportunities, who think it is beneath them to scrub our toilets, cut our grass, wash our dishes, pick our sweet potatoes, care for our babies. But it's ok to look the other way daily as hungry, tired immigrants (legal AND illegal) do these jobs everywhere you look (at least in MY non-border state).

Dani