It’s not about the cash.
It’s about the bluff.
They sit at our table — our jobs, our schools, our streets—like they’re playing poker. They want the pot. They want the win.
But we see the tell.
It’s loud. It’s obvious.
You don’t learn the language. You don’t assimilate. You don’t follow the rules.
You wrap yourself in the flag you ran from — wave it like a trophy — then spit on the one you won’t leave.
That’s not a hand. That’s a cheat.
And when the well dries? When the money’s gone, the jobs dry up, the safety net snaps — they fold. No roots. No loyalty. Just… next table.
The mess? Illegals and Some Immigrants who show up, cash out, and leave—except when the well is dry. The order? It’s us saying: “No more. Show me the money — your money. Your sweat. Your spine.”
(I wanted to link the Jerry Maguire scene but it had MF cursing – wanted to keep it above board)
That’s the real currency. And right now? We’re the ones paying.
Call their bluff. Or lose the game.
– The Grateful Immigrant from St. Paul, Minnesota
February 19, 2026
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