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I don't know what to say about this question. The problems I see with our immigration system are all caused by the regulations that prevent people's ability to emmigrate to the USA.Many Americans have a habit of complaining about aliens taking their jobs or leeching off government entitlement programs. I'm sorry, but I just don't see it. These people complain about jobs being taken, but if those same people were offered the jobs that many immigrants work, they would never accept the work.I work in a food processing plant, I've worked as QA, as a production lead, and as an inventory control/recipe formulation specialist. Out of about 300 general labor employees, I would say there might be about 10 white guys. The jobs are not easy, and they are "icky." We bring in temp employees everyday and if they don't meet efficiency goals within a couple weeks, they get sent back to their agency. After about 6 months, if their attendance and performance has been impeccable, they get hired on making just over minimum wage with reasonable benefits. We get a few white people, but the majority of the temp workers are immigrants or first generation Americans. I have seen thousands of temps come and go. I've seen 2 white guys get hired. Most white guys quit before the end of the first day. After a week of handling raw meat for 12 hours a day, 90% of white guys have given up. When I see a white guy get drenched with blood, I think to myself "he's not coming back tomorrow." The white guys don't often meet performance standards or they get attitudes that piss the boss off, then they don't last much longer. This description applies equally to other Americans as well, not just whites. If a persons family has been in america for 3 or 4 generations, they normally fit this description.The immigrants hardly ever have these problems. Sure there are a few who don't like the work or can't meet standards. I would say that only about 5% of temps end up hired. But there is a completely different attitude and work ethic between the average immigrant and the average american. Some of the immigrants may have transportation problems and can't meet attendance requirements. Some find other jobs. Some end up going to school. Most are good employees and don't complain about a shitty job.When Americans are complaining about immigrants taking "their" jobs, I don't think they are talking about these jobs. I don't think they would be willing to work in an apple orchard, where they get paid by quantity of product instead of by time worked. I think they are trying to imply that immigrants are taking white collar jobs or something.Here is how I see it: most employers prefer to hire immigrants because they are better employees. They are less likely to form a union because they are happy to have the job. They have nothing to complain about because that minimum wage job they are breaking their back for beats what they had back home. They are willing to work and they follow instructions without attitude. This is preferable to some punk kid straight out of high school who thinks work should be all about his self esteem and a gold star. The immigrant is a better choice than someone who feels that he is entitled to a job.I don't see illegal aliens getting government checks. I see them getting food and medical help, but how is that a problem? How can anyone turn a blind eye to someone without food?Hospitals can't just refuse to treat someone with a serious emergency. Maybe a pregnant hispanic woman wants her child to have opportunities in life so she climbs a fence and hides from a pickup truck and runs across the desert so that her child can be an american citizen. If a hospital turned away ANY woman who was in labor, no one would be impressed. The hospital that turns people down like that should close their doors to everyone or sell the facilities to someone who is interested in helping the sick and helples.Food banks are not going to ask for ID and a green card. If a person needs food, that's what they are there for. If a person has to go to a food bank, they are already in need, don't turn them away. I don't understand how anyone could refuse to feed a starving person or their kids. Americans that bitch about that are so out of touch with reality that I don't even know what to say about them.I think the problems with our immigration policy are caused by not letting enough immigrants in. If people are not allowed to come, they will come illegaly. Their only crime may be that they are illegal, but if they are caught and deported, they will never be allowed to come back legally. Sure many illegals are in to crime, but so are a substantial percent of American citizens. So what? I think there are more American criminals (per capita) than criminal immigrants.There is no reasonable reason to stop letting people emmigrate to the USA. Any reason I've heard has always been based on racism or ignorance.

I was a child in New Zealand in the 1970s. I grew up in Dunedin, in the far south of the country. I remember cold, dark winters and long, dry hot summers. My parents were about 15 years older than most others. They adopted me and my sister when they were in their early 40s. This brought some major advantages. By that age, my dad was a partner at a major global accounting firm. We weren't rich but we certainly had everything we could ever need, as well as a holiday house, two cars, a nice house, overseas travel and (later) university paid for by my parents. So life was very good and I appreciate all the privileges I had.NZ was prosperous in the 1970s. Unemployment was low. Welfare support was pretty decent. People seemed to have enough to live decently. There were also some major structural problems with our economy, that would need to be ironed out in later years.People felt safe. In the summer, and most weekends, I'd go out with my friends all day. We'd tell our parents roughly where we were going and then we'd not see them until it was dark. In the summer, in the south, it would not be truly dark until 10pm.Summers were spent in Central Otago, in a town called Wanaka. At that time it was a fairly sleepy rural town with a lake and some developing ski-fields. It's now a significant resort town. I remember summers as being hot and dry and spending a lot of time in the lake, sailing on it or going camping. My parents were great outdoors-people. They loved it. We'd pack up the tent and some food and they'd just stop by a river somewhere to camp for a few days.This is me - chilling in Wanaka in 1972In the summer we'd also go and stay with my uncle and aunt who owned an orchard in Clyde. They had an irrigation lake full of trout and an irrigation race (a small fast stream) which we had a lot of fun with. My sister and I would have races sitting in a plastic tub in the irrigation race. When we got too big, we'd put the cat in the tub instead. She'd always jump out and look disgusted. They had a cool store which was great on a day when the temperature got near 40 degrees. The orchard backed onto the gold mining tailings and the Clutha River (which was too deep and fast to swim in). But we had great fun exploring the mounds of stone. The whole area smelled strongly of wild thyme. I grow it now to remind me of that time and place.Me in 1975 Outside the mud brick cottage my aunt and uncle built when they first planted their orchardI loved the winter. I still do. It would snow in Dunedin and our schools would always be closed for a couple of days. We'd build snowmen, throw snowballs and generally wander the neighbourhood looking for snow-related fun. You met all sorts of kids you didn't already know that way. We'd go ski-ing. My dad was a founding member of a ski club and had helped develop a ski field. It wasn't a huge sport back then but my sister and I always looked forward to it. We'd fall asleep in the car on the way home.In Wanaka aged 3, with my dad. This quiet corner is now a ski shop.Movies used to take a long time to come to NZ. For example, ET was released in the USA in June 1982. I watched it in the town hall in Wanaka in January of 1983! I went for music lessons opposite a movie theatre when I was young. It had a massive billboard outside advertising what was showing. I vividly remember three movies being advertised - Jaws, Star Wars and the Devil in Miss Jones. Of course, I was too young to see two of them!This all seems very nice. And it was. But not all was well. I went to Catholic boys schools, run by Christian brothers. You can probably guess where this is heading. Last week I read news reports about the sexual offending against children carried out by my school principal in the 1970s. https://www.odt.co.nz/news/dunedin/brother-blamed-deathI remember him as a friendly but intense and hot-tempered individual. He was much worse than that, I have just learned. Nothing ever happened to him. His order just moved him to the Cook Islands and then to Australia when his offending was uncovered. One of his victims committed suicide. Priests and brothers were held in high esteem in the 1970s and their crimes were overlooked.Anyway, that was what it was like for me growing up in New Zealand. It was fantastic and I was very lucky to grow up in the time and place that I did.

I recently bought a new iPhone. YAY! I’m totally obsessed with Apple 🍎Products!I’m also a girly-girl and was on the hunt to find a case that was perfect for me.I’m from the Caribbean and I’ve always been obsessed with pineapples. I grew up around pineapple orchards. I love drinking pineapple juice and eating the yummy fruit. My house displays many pineapples décor from picture frames, clothes, undies, dishes, socks, scarfs, bed sheets, plush pillows and so much more.I’ll keep it real, I’m a certified clumsy gal, I break shit easily so having a stylish smartphone case is essential to cater to my clumsiness. I’ve gone through iPhones like changing my knickers every day LOL.Anyway, I found the perfect 🍍case for my new iPhone and I’m in love with it....Here’s a photo of my actual case. ^.^The colors are amazing, the pop of gold makes my heart sing. My last iPhone was rose gold. This time around I chose the gold color. I guess the meaning for me would have to be because I’m sweet & exotic and always reaching for the stars.OMG, this pineapple case fits my personality perfectly!🍍...P.S.~ I bought a few backups just in case I break this one.😅