Was at a Dunkin Donuts this a.m., alone with my son, when an obvious illegal alien pulls up in his humongous Suburban SUV. He was gaping at us, I guess me, ogling and staring, and I almost didn't go into the place.

And then I just thought forget it -- I'm going to go in and get a d-ganged donut and to HECK with him.

It just kills me. More and more I see these people driving far nicer cars than I ever will, usually with 3 or 4 of their anchors and elderly grandmas in the backseats.

I'm also seeing our lovely local dealerships sending out car ads and promotionals in spanish, which REALLY pisses me off.

Jerks. Big Men with their Big Cars. Oh BOY. Must make them feel ever so powerful.