What a busy day! I guess my last post touched a nerve. Get used to it, slumdogs, collaborators, and H-1B pimps.
I have seen war, and it sucks.
Sometimes innocents get hurt. But the alternatives are worse. So, for those of you Desis and collaborators pissed off at my cold, reckless, and tasteless disregard for the death of four Indian college students, I have one thing to say.
It is called "collateral damage" in combat.
Like, what can be more tasteless than making an American I.T. professional train his semi-literate replacement? Killing a Dalit, perhaps? It happens every day. Often. And Hindus think of Americans like Dalits. They want us drinking out of Clay Cups. And if we bring up caste, they say it is none of our business. Fuck them.
So, let's recap:
A few months ago, I started getting this message from Dice:
Sorry, there were no jobs posted in the past day which matched your criteria.
I mean, how could this be? I had current skills. Solid I.T experience. I had fought for my country, goddammit. And this is how it repays me?
There was only one answer.
My career had been impacted by a flood of low-skill, low-wage slumdogs.
So I got busy. I went through my "Grapes Of Wrath" period.
This is where I sent my resume far and wide, and prepared to leave my family. I even flew to Sacramento on my own dime, ready to take a six-month contract gig in that shithole called Modesto.
WTF? I, Tunnel Rat, had to leave MY family to make a living? While a pack of slumdogs enjoyed their nice cubes, seat-warming and performing occupational masturbation, minutes from my home? While yours truly lived in a motel, separated from Wifey and their adorable daughter?
So I got busy. Joined WashTech. Emailed, called, and faxed my representatives, those cunts named Boxer and Feinstein.
I heard NOTHING from them. And these were nice, proper messages, not like the shit you read on my blog.
And then, I was forced to take a contract at a Hindu ghetto, where I was one of four non-Indians on a team of fifteen, the only white male.
So I got busy.
After all, what had I done to deserve this (meager job prospects, declining wages, forced to work for bigots and cretins, etc.)?
I had paid my dues. Kept my skills current. Went to ToastMasters, just to be well-spoken. BTW, have you ever meet an Indian at ToastMasters? YOU NEVER WILL.
And what did I get?
Slumdogs telling me to retrain as a nurse. Death threats. Insults. Degradation of my skills. More insults. Scumbags hacking my site. Fuckers on ImmigrationVoice.org exchanging tips on how to shut me down. Threats. My AdSense account getting shut down. More threats. Hundreds of comments on my blog, all revealing the bigoted, misogynistic, anti-American, homophobic, Hindu-supremacist mentality of the typical H-1B from that shithole sub-continent.
Thus continues the hating...