I Can't Do Everything Around Here

It’s odd to admit this, even after all I’ve been through, but I enjoy my job. I know the pay could be better and we’re overworked, but I’m sorry – I’m one of those disturbing people that likes what they do. I find there are few who could appreciate exactly why I enjoy my work. I can’t be surprised, this isn’t exactly a place people like to be, but I do what I can and I feel I make a positive difference for my efforts.

Take these guys, for instance. They just got back from visiting Amsterdam. You know what they say about that place, and I don’t think it’s a place we want our boys in to be true, but look at them. They came back. That’s fine, I’m glad to see them, let’s make sure they get home. That group there? They’re actually from Amsterdam, and that’s not good. They’re bringing all these books and ideas and all other things into our country and none of it works here. They bring things and buy things that try to adapt our resources to them, and that’s where it begins, you see. You gotta make sure to keep as much of that out as possible.

They walk around here like it’s their home, but it isn’t. It’s your home, it’s my home, and they’re, what, visiting? They want a look at what real civilization is, fine, can’t blame them, but they never leave it at that. But they feel the need to exchange things as if it’s worth just as much. Currency, liquor, all sorts of things, and think about it – do we want any of this stuff? There’s a place for all of this, they left that place, they should have left those things behind if they want to be here so badly.

I just want to do a good job. Every chance I get, and I get many, I try to appeal to their humanity. I pull them out of lines at the airport and make them explain themselves. I try to make them think about why they want to come into our beautiful country and the damage they’ll do. They whine and moan and it only makes me question them more, but I like the ones that think they can play nice best. They take my treatment and act like it’s “all part of the process”, like they can make me sympathetic to them. I like them best. I like breaking them. But they make me hate what they’ve already done more.

Occasionally someone’ll come along that can put a few words together and suddenly everyone’s up in arms about rights and equal treatment. It’s bullocks is what it is. All they’re doing is making it harder for me to do what everyone pays me to do. It doesn’t make sense. But I’m getting ahead of myself.

I recycle all that I can, I have a compost heap for my organic waste even though I don’t have a yard, I ride a bicycle everywhere regardless of the weather because I truly believe things should be clean, and the people in my country should be held to the same standard. I can count on my countrymen born here for that, but you can’t trust those who’re “visiting”. You really can’t be too careful, especially in this day and age. But I am only one man, only capable of so much.

I’m losing sleep at night, thinking about what some of them are doing right now. They’re eating our food, courting our women, as if things weren’t already such a mess. I watch the news. What really hurts is that some people like them. They welcome them. Makes me a bit sick thinking about it, but it is the truth. Can’t trust anyone these days, can you?

I hate being angry at my own neighbors, but sometimes I can’t help it. It’s just not right, not that some of these people can come in willy-nilly, not that so many here don’t care, not that enough get off on the wacky foreign people to make this place seem open to them, not any of it. When’s it end?

I love my job. It hurts me that I can’t do it the way they want, but I have to do this. Take some initiative. That’s how they say it, isn’t it? I can’t let this go much longer. I’m gonna show them just what these people are made of that come from some of these countries. X-rays and doctors can’t see it, but I’ll show everyone what I mean. It’s the only way. I only wish to see our country clean. God Save the Queen.