Is it ok to brag about being a successful illegal immigrant in america?
Just feeling very happy at the moment so wanted to share my thoughts.
I'm originally from Western Europe, one of the affluent countries falling under the Visa Waiver Program. I came to the US legally in 2015 just around when Donald Trump announced his nomination for the Presidency. I never really went back home!
Why wouldn't I - life is so damn good here in the States. I already have a driver's license, SSN, US bank account, credit card, just about everything a man needs to live comfortably. I don't hold a steady job but earn money online, and through some volunteer work mostly. I stay out of crime but make some money off bitcoins, online gambling and at parties. When I was in LA, I even minted money as an extra in a few movie productions.
The United States is the greatest place on Earth. Most of Europe is a wasteland really. Stupid left-leaning politics, negative cynical people who won't smile at strangers, and a hatred of capitalists and entrepreneurs are what characterizes modern Europe.
I love the following about life in the US:
1- So much variety of food - I never ate so well. There's like hundreds of hamburger, steakhouse and pizza chains. I love the massive portion size and unlimited refills on drinks. Needless to say, I have gained nearly 50 pounds ever since I got here. But I have never felt healthier.
2- I have been able to quit the smoking habit because the food is simply so good here that you don't need to indulge in nicotine.
3- I love it how so many politicians and activists are advocating for my right to live here legally. But I don't care, even as an illegal -- I am really coasting.
4- The best part is I happen to be White which means no one really questions my right to be here. I feel a bit sorry for my brown brethren south of the border and elsewhere around the world. They have to watch their back all the time.
I did get arrested once for marijuana possession in the suburbs of New Orleans. I was returning from a late night party and there's this fat policeman who knew I wasn't doing any good. He never bothered with my legal status though (even though I didn't have an ID). I was being exceedingly polite so he chose not to handcuff me. Later he went out of the car to take a piss, and I saw my golden chance. I immediately fled like my life depended on it. Before there could be a proper chase, I was already out of Louisiana.
Nowadays I mostly live in and around the East Coast.
I have hundreds of American friends (who mistake me for a real American).
It's fun. Hah hah. Just a bit drunk now. And smiling at my good fortune.