By John Kass
Have you heard the one about the Venezuelan migrant who couldn’t make it in America and so he declared that the American Dream was dead and then went home?
“The American Dream doesn’t exist anymore,” construction worker Michael Casteljon, 30, whined to a sympathetic reporter from Chicago after sleeping on the floor of a police station for a few weeks.
“There’s nothing here for us,” he said. “We just want to be home.”
OK, go home. Too bad. Mr. Casteljon. Go home. Bye. You’ved had a long, dangerous journey and now you’re exhausted. So go back to Venezuela and hope the communists occasionally let you fill your belly with beans and rice. But you’re wrong about the American dream.
It does exist. My life is testament to it. You’re just not cut out for it.
And it’s not your fault that you believed the American president and his party of Democrats. They promised and they broke all their promises and you were witless enough to believe them, like so many other Democrat voters in Chicago. The wealthy among them waved their virtue and signaled it long and high and loud. Then they walked away leaving you alone. They turned their back on poor migrants in Martha’s Vineyard and they broke their promises in Chicago.
The amazing thing is that you’re not dead. Your family is alive. It’s not your fault. As the son and grandson of immigrants, I wish it turned out differently for you.
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Kass is still a goof.
Kettle.