When I hear people bitch about Mexicans I always ask would they like to be out in the hot sun picking tomatoes or shoveling chicken shit or cutting peoples grass and other nasty, HARD labor work. We lived near the entrance of Yosemite National Park in California and the San Joaquin valley was only about 30 miles away. We went down this one road about 10 miles and all you could see from horizon to horizon on both sides of the road were orange trees, totally loaded with huge oranges. Guess who swarmed in to pick all those? If you want a pony, you're gonna have to shovel some sheet; it goes with the program.