Koch Foods
Federal immigration agents, assisted by local police and sheriff’s deputies, raided one of the nation’s largest suppliers of fresh and frozen poultry products yesterday and arrested more than 160 illegal aliens.
At the risk of being identified as “just another libertarian blogger”, I’m going to write a post complaining about the government. Again.
While the government is applauding itself for arresting over a hundred people for the crime of making whatever small living they could for themselves and their families without going through its obstacle course of regulations, I think I’m going to ruin their party by pointing out how they just wasted their time and ruined a bunch of people’s lives for no good reason.
First, the big reason people (demagogues) complain about illegal immigration is crime. Illegal immigrants are criminal gangsters who deal drugs and rape children and run over people while drunk on their tequila—to hear O’Reilly say it. Well, something makes me doubt that people who work 9 to 5 at the chicken factory are really part of the hispanic mafia. Maybe because they work for less-than-minimum wage at a chicken factory instead of rolling in cash from their marijuana deals?
Second, suppose they actually crack down on Koch and they don’t hire any more undocumented immigrants. Guess what happens? Some other, as-yet-unknown chicken factory opens up, and either Koch loses business, or they outsource to the illegal chicken factory. They ride this for a few years until the police raid them. Wash, rinse, repeat. (As a matter of fact, this is what police usually do with escort services—letting them build up some assets they can seize through asset forfeiture before deigning to bust them.) The only people getting penalized are the people who leave their native country for a shitty job at a chicken plant. Good job crushing what little hope these people have.
Tags: immigration, jack-booted thugs
Were you on a “political outrage” kick?
No. I don’t really look for things to debunk, I just go after them when the opportunity presents itself. Sometimes it happens twice in two days, sometimes it takes a month.
Ever figure out what happened to JMPP’s blog?
Nah, but I can at least determine she’s probably still alive. I’m reluctant to contact her, after all of her “I’m too busy for all my friends” crap.