Rant 2: HOW I SPEAKY DA ENGRISH?

Okay. You're planning a trip to Italy. You're getting your baggage together, checking plane tickets, and got the Rosetta Stone: Italian, or even scheduled group Italian classes, if you're really into it and don't want bare-minimum communication.

Or if you're planning to live there.

Now here's how the average foreigner decides to move to the US.

"Clothes, Plane Tickets, My Own language because America is supposed to be a cultural crock-pot and I'm sure everyone over there speaks the same language as I do. Derp. Derpity-derp Herp."

So they fly over, step out of the airport, and then...

Babble away at someone for five minutes in their language, asking how to get somewhere. Then yell at us in their language for being rude for not telling them.

"But ALEX, EVERYONE DESERVES FREEDOM."
No. No one deserves freedom. Just like none of us deserve to live here, rather than North Korea. Living here is a Privilege.

For the group that will inevitably start screaming on my blog / whining at me in real life that living here is a Right, lets think for a moment.

A privilege is enjoying access or ability of something that others don't or can't.

A right is something that, morally or legally, is supposed to be supplied to someone.

We are not morally or legally bound to let anyone that wants in the country in.

And don't get me started on the ones that get jobs.

There should be a new law in the US. If a manager has a choice between hiring a person that doesn't speak English, or a English-speaker, they should be required to pick the GOD DAMN ENGLISH SPEAKER.

Unless its a doctor, or something important. Fast Food workers would be the good majority that this law applies to.

Now, before people start screaming about how I'm racist, and shouldn't live here if I don't like merging of culture.

Not so. I love other culture, I love Japanese culture, I love Spanish culture, and I have a special place in my heart for foreign food and ways of art. But its the Merging part these people seem to be having a trouble with.

I'm okay with cultural pride. Except when your Culture refuses to let you learn any other language, or do things extreme in normal society; IE, and this is just a top of the head thing, a fresh-off-the-boat Iraqi immigrant falling to the ground in prayer. When someone falls to the ground, its our natural reaction to panic.

I don't care if you pray. Just do it in a damn church. Mosque. Elvis Presley's Pray 'n Pay. Don't care, just not in the middle of the sidewalk or restaurant, please.

Now note, this isn't just for those of the Muslim faith. If I see you on your hands and knees, I don't care if your Christian, Jewish, Islam, Old Egyptian Gods, Wiccan, or whatever.

But if you're on your hands and knees praying to your believed power, I'm going to step on you in the Buffet Line. Or wherever else you happen to be praying. That, or steal your stuff while you're praying to Jeebus/Mohammad/Anubis/The Great Ancient Dog of Ancient Ancientness.

Rant Over.