We are a pretty straight-forward bunch out here and most people's attitude toward illegal immigration is, "What part of illegal do you not understand?" In small towns across the state there is a movement going on to vote for "Arizona-type" illegal immigration laws even though they are two thousand miles from the border. In Fremont, Nebraska, although they have been warned that passing the laws will result in multi-million dollar litigation that will likely bankrupt their town, the citizens have voted overwhelmingly in favor of the law that prohibits anyone from providing jobs or housing to illegals within the city limits.
The irony is that most of the illegals work in packing plants located outside the city limits, and live in trailer parks also located outside the city limits.
Each time I hear about the anit-immigration lawyers trying to come in and stir the pot, I can't help comparing the Fremont situation to "The Music Man". The outside agitator marching around town, "Oh, we got trouble! Right here in River City. It starts with a "T" and that rhymes with, uh, "I" and that stands for Immigrant, my friends!" Trouble-Trouble-Trouble-Trouble "Now let me tell you about the words they use in them there barrios. They say words like, 'Jalapeno' and 'Gringo' and 'Feliz Na-vi-da'!"
In this musical, which I will never write, the illegals decide they need to invite the neighbors to a show so they can better get to know them. They decide to put on a circus, called, "Circus Ole!"
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