A Middle-Class Job Ruined by Immigrants and Shot Straight to Hell

I have no respect for those open-border types who think immigrants of whatever nationality will improve the United States. The facts are otherwise. The Third World is a hell hole and many of the immigrants from there want to bring their cultures with them. And when different cultures collide the result is usually, to quote the War Nerd, "genocide." It's also been the history of the world. For a Westerner, just read the Old Testament if nothing else.

I refer to these clueless pseudo-economists as "spergs," as in "Aspergers." They think their theories and misunderstanding of economics is reality, instead of the dumb stories in their head they try to impose on reality. And they cannot change their minds unless reality comes crashing down on their pointy little heads. And even then, sometimes they still don't change their minds.

These people are ideologues - and since ideologues are convinced that what they think is the truth, they will never change their minds. These days - and for a long time before these days - leftists are ideologues. And no matter how many people are killed, they'll never change their minds.

The open-borders fanatics are the same way. No matter how much crime Third World immigrants bring - rape, murder, assault, mugging, burglary, drunken driving - they just look the other way. Just as bad as looking the other way is their rationalizing and making excuses for horrible behavior.

Owning a taxi. as I did for five years, showed me what happens when different cultures collide. Driving a taxi used to be a very good, middle-class job. But not anymore. That was a long time ago. Now taxis are often driven by criminal immigrants.

When I first bought a taxi I encountered some of the older drivers, the ones who started driving in the '50s. They were great guys and we had a good time together. And they were all Americans.

One of them was named Al. He appeared to be in his early 70s but was still driving. The first time I met him he told me when he started driving a taxi he wondered, "Where has this job been all my life?" I knew what he meant. The job was a blast.

Al, like many of us, owned his own taxi. We were independent contractors and made our owns days and hours. We worked when we wanted and started and quit when we wanted.

We paid the taxi company a certain amount a month, and as long as we paid that the company didn't care if we drove or not.

Al told me he worked 11 months out of the year, then took a month off, put his wife in the sidecar of his motorcycle, then for a month they toured the country.

Now how's that for a hell of a job? Better than living in a cubicle like Dilbert and Wally.

I used to work on Friday and Saturday nights because it was a party. Sometimes I'd stop work at 2 or 3 in the morning and go home with $200 cash, excluding my charge accounts.

One of my friends told me about his neighbor across the street when he was growing up. He retired from the Post Office with a lot of money and a good pension and died two months later.

I've met other guys who worked high-paying but unpleasant jobs and died soon after retiring. That's not my idea of a life.

"Oh well, I spent my life slaving away at some awful job, but now I'm retired and will live the good life...I've got how long left, doctor? Two weeks?"

At the end no one has ever said, "I wish I worked more." But some will look back and say, "I wish I had a better time and had more fun."

The fun is mostly gone in driving a cab, ruined by smelly, criminal Nigerians, sex-pervert Muslims who gargle with garlic, corrupt Russians and thieving Somalis. And because of all of these excess drivers the money has collapsed. Driving a taxi is now for poor people.

Not one American driver, black or white, liked Nigerians. And we've had people call the cab company and ask, "Don't send me a foreign driver."

I knew one Nigerian fired because he would not put air-conditioning his his taxi. Some were arrested for stealing credit card numbers. They used binoculars to read people's PINs at ATM machines. One was fired for refusing to let a woman out of his cab and instead driving her around. I've been in fights with them.

In my life I've never met a Nigerian who wasn't a thief and a liar.

Al is no longer with us. He had a stroke and quit driving. I do remember another driver telling me the doctor asked what are these? (touches his own glasses).

Al responds, "I don't know what they're called but I've got some, too." That was Al's humor.

He died maybe six months later, at about 75.

Al had a great life, and like me had an amazing fund of stories.

A few years ago I read a novel by Tom Wolfe, the most well-known chronicler of modern American society. Back to Blood. It wasn't one of his best efforts, but it was good enough.

It was about the multicultural paradise known as Miami, a mishmash of white Americans, Cubans, blacks, Haitians and who-knows-what-else.

Each ethnic group lives in separate neighborhoods and none get along. If they were jumbled together the problems would be even worse.

God knows who drives the taxis down there.

As for me, I got the tail end of when owning a taxi was fun. It was back when drivers were great guys and driving a taxi was a great life. And the drivers were Americans. But that life is gone, ruined by our criminal government and its determined attempt to destroy the United States and its economy through the importation of anti-American, criminal immigrants.

I'll never drive a taxi again or even get in one.