endless white bread

endless white bread

fiction
edward w pritchard

Sometimes when I dream of the anarchy about to flood America's border walls caused by endless streams of illegal  aliens from Central America I hear them whispering to each other and their children that when they get to America "there will be endless white bread for everyone."

You know the white bread -from the dollar store that even the low income folks won't eat because it tastes old, doughy, starchy and stale. Yet the illegals who are good people although I don't speak Spanish do I hear faraway telling their children that when they get to America they can eat endless white bread. As they speak I hear the reverence in their voices for the affluence of America as measured in endless loaves of white bread.

Wouldn't it be humane if the aliens could do a trial period in America in Detroit or Akron, Ohio to see what  it's like to take the bus to work at the dollar store and have all the white bread to eat that anyone could want.