fake marriage??

[estesbob]

People are being objective, not judgmental. It is objective to state that he’s using legal loopholes to enter the country and taking advantage of not one, but two women to do so. One woman to enter the country, and another to have potential companionship with. There are legal methods for him to enter the USA (student visa) but he chose this one. That, and the fact that he flirted with you while technically being married, says something about his character.

Oh, and make sure you ask him if he has had relations with his “wife” and their respective sexual histories. You wouldn’t want any other future “surprises”, after all.

She asked if the marriage was valid-she didnt ask our opinion of a man no one here but her has met.

 

[choy]

People are being objective, not judgmental. It is objective to state that he’s using legal loopholes to enter the country and taking advantage of not one, but two women to do so. One woman to enter the country, and another to have potential companionship with. There are legal methods for him to enter the USA (student visa) but he chose this one. That, and the fact that he flirted with you while technically being married, says something about his character.

Oh, and make sure you ask him if he has had relations with his “wife” and their respective sexual histories. You wouldn’t want any other future “surprises”, after all.

its not that easy to get a student visa

i’m an immigrant to Canada and i’ve targetted the US in the past but it was easier to come to Canada so here i am.

certain countries have it easier to get into the US. for example, Canadians can easily get a working permit for the US just by applying for it. but thats not true for a lot of other people who are citizens of other countries.

i’ve known people who have considered and even actually gone into this “marriage of convenience” thing. even getting a visitor’s visa to the US is pretty tough for countries that a visa is required.

 

[Melchior_1]

She asked if the marriage was valid-she didnt ask our opinion of a man no one here but her has met.

As a Christian, if you are concerned for someone’s well being will you sit and stay silent or will you speak up and let your concerns be voiced?

 

[estesbob]

As a Christian, if you are concerned for someone’s well being will you sit and stay silent or will you speak up and let your concerns be voiced?

Asa Christain I dont jump to conclusions about a man of which all I know is two paragraphs posted to an internet forum.

 

[Melchior_1]

its not that easy to get a student visa

i’m an immigrant to Canada and i’ve targetted the US in the past but it was easier to come to Canada so here i am.

certain countries have it easier to get into the US. for example, Canadaians can easily get a working permit for the US just by applying for it. but thats not true for a lot of other people who are citizens of other countries.

i’ve known people who have considered and even actually gone into this “marriage of convenience” thing. even getting a visitor’s visa to the US is pretty tough for countries that a visa is required.

Apples and Oranges, comparing different countries regulations. You can’t compare Canada & US relations and regulations because we have the “largest undefended border” in the world.

No one said student visas were easy. Being a Christian ain’t easy either but you don’t expect to take any shortcuts there, eh?

 

[Melchior_1]

Asa Christain I dont jump to conclusions about a man of which all I know is two paragraphs posted to an internet forum.

Alright, you can sit on your hands and say nothing if you are concerned about people. That’s totally responsible and reasonable.

(Actually, I don’t think it is).

 

[choy]

Apples and Oranges, comparing different countries regulations. You can’t compare Canada & US relations and regulations because we have the “largest undefended border” in the world.

No one said student visas were easy. Being a Christian ain’t easy either but you don’t expect to take any shortcuts there, eh?

i’m not comparing the US to Canada. i am saying that coming to the US is not that easy, that is why i went to Canada because it was easier for me who’s coming from another country

i’m pretty sure that man would have opted for the student visa if it were that easy. i’ve known many people in the same situation and this illegal form or marriage are usually the last, desperate attempt to gain legitimacy in the US.

 

[LaLucia]

Hey Girl, I am not throwing stones at you or him. I am just warning you that he doesn’t seem like a good person to marry since he is already married and he doesn’t have a job or going to school. He is letting his wife financially support him.

Why don’t you talk to his wife about your plans to marry her husband since it is a fake marriage according to your guy friend? Why don’t you get her side of the story?

Let the truth come out…

 

[soflochristmas]

OK…so they’re good criminals.

By the way…assuming this is taking place in the United States, the U.S. citizen who assisted this good criminal in their fraud is also committing a crime.

Any worse than being a good sinner?

 

[soflochristmas]

jaywalking is illegal. are all jaywalkers evil persons?

AMEN!!! I’m saddened by what I’m reading here. I want to share an article I wrote to express my thoughts and feelings.

The Ghosts of our Immigrant Past
Confessions of a pro-immigration conservative
I’m a red-blooded American (what does that mean). I’m a native Floridian. I was raised in north Florida which might as well be a world away from South Florida. I don’t speak with an accent and my first language (heck, my only language) is English. I have a legitimate social security card, I pay taxes and I fly the American flag from the front porch of my house. I’m not a burden on society.

If you bump into me and ask for directions, I can give them to you in a language you understand. I like fried chicken, hot dogs, McDonalds and apple pie.

But my heart aches for how hollow the words of the “New Colossus” ring today. Who would recognize them?

Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land,
Here at our sea-washed, sunset-gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand
Glows world-wide welcome, her mild eyes
Command
The air-bridged harbor that twin-cities frame.

“Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!” cries she,
With silent lips. “Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore;
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”

Did we ever represent these immortal words of Emma Lazarus? Weren’t the Irish Catholics, Germans, Italians, Polish, Chinese, weren’t they all shunned, insulted, discriminated against by someone, sometime, someplace no less American than I? But the tired, poor exiles and huddled masses yearning to be free today are brown. Our wretched refuse are from southern shores and come across a “grand river” rather than from European shores and across the “big pond” of centuries past. The homeless have no visas.

And I love them. I love what they represent - the best of our “American” values. Some of you scoff. Wasn’t it our independence, our defiance of the English law and authority which bore birth to our great nation? You see, I draw comfort in the symbolism of Lady Liberty. I hold out hope that as we cherish China Town, Little Italy and German Town for the prized shopping, eating and culture 100 years have allowed us to recognize, so too we will adore Little Havana, Little Buenos Aires and Little Haiti.

Yes, we may be more subtle today; we don’t greet those entering the “golden door” with pejorative terms any more, at least not publicly. We simply use government rules and regulations limiting the number, origin or skills of those we “welcome”, the “legals” (the lack of limitations our immigrant ancestors faced WAS the beacon-hand glowing world-wide welcome of the Mother of Exiles). We simply move away. We simply create fables of lost Americans not being able to get assistance in a place where “nobody speaks their language”. “Will the last American please bring the flag”?

Generations past, our grandparents perhaps, arrived by boat loads, were processed, and began to work. Today we give immigrants all the government we have come to love at the post office, drivers’ license bureau and the IRS. And that’s if they’re lucky enough to be able to afford the application fees. Give us your poor?

But they come! And like any red-blooded American, they figure out a way to get here to accomplish their dreams. They come to work. They come still, yearning to breathe free. They come with hope and we, America, are better because of it. Some will say times have changed. Have they? While our government seems to be doing everything it can to prolong, not limit, our current economic malaise, the entrepreneurial spirit we have cultivated in this country (up to now) has been nurture not in spite of but because our sea-washed, sunset gates continue to welcome people with the same spirit we have come to call … American.

It’s funny what time accomplishes. We applaud our immigrant ancestors for retaining their culture (language, customs, food). But we ridicule the Americans of tomorrow for not being just like us today. We proudly wave our alma mater colors, declare our state pride, jealously protect an old family or provincial recipe and cling to our regional accents. But we curse those who just left everything for a strange new world because they find comfort in songs, traditions and food we can’t yet pronounce or understand. We name our streets, neighborhoods and cities with foreign phrases more chic sounding than “the waves”, “river view” or “rat mouth” but we look down upon those who can pronounce las olas, rio vista and boca raton without an English accent. Our world has gotten smaller. The airport in Peoria Illinois greets people in two if not three languages. Let our hearts get bigger.

 

[Bengoshi]

AMEN!!! I’m saddened by what I’m reading here. I want to share an article I wrote to express my thoughts and feelings.

The Ghosts of our Immigrant Past
Confessions of a pro-immigration conservative
I’m a red-blooded American (what does that mean). I’m a native Floridian. I was raised in north Florida which might as well be a world away from South Florida. I don’t speak with an accent and my first language (heck, my only language) is English. I have a legitimate social security card, I pay taxes and I fly the American flag from the front porch of my house. I’m not a burden on society.

If you bump into me and ask for directions, I can give them to you in a language you understand. I like fried chicken, hot dogs, McDonalds and apple pie.

But my heart aches for how hollow the words of the “New Colossus” ring today. Who would recognize them?

Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land,
Here at our sea-washed, sunset-gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand
Glows world-wide welcome, her mild eyes
Command
The air-bridged harbor that twin-cities frame.

“Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!” cries she,
With silent lips. “Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore;
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”

Did we ever represent these immortal words of Emma Lazarus? Weren’t the Irish Catholics, Germans, Italians, Polish, Chinese, weren’t they all shunned, insulted, discriminated against by someone, sometime, someplace no less American than I? But the tired, poor exiles and huddled masses yearning to be free today are brown. Our wretched refuse are from southern shores and come across a “grand river” rather than from European shores and across the “big pond” of centuries past. The homeless have no visas.

And I love them. I love what they represent - the best of our “American” values. Some of you scoff. Wasn’t it our independence, our defiance of the English law and authority which bore birth to our great nation? You see, I draw comfort in the symbolism of Lady Liberty. I hold out hope that as we cherish China Town, Little Italy and German Town for the prized shopping, eating and culture 100 years have allowed us to recognize, so too we will adore Little Havana, Little Buenos Aires and Little Haiti.

Yes, we may be more subtle today; we don’t greet those entering the “golden door” with pejorative terms any more, at least not publicly. We simply use government rules and regulations limiting the number, origin or skills of those we “welcome”, the “legals” (the lack of limitations our immigrant ancestors faced WAS the beacon-hand glowing world-wide welcome of the Mother of Exiles). We simply move away. We simply create fables of lost Americans not being able to get assistance in a place where “nobody speaks their language”. “Will the last American please bring the flag”?

Generations past, our grandparents perhaps, arrived by boat loads, were processed, and began to work. Today we give immigrants all the government we have come to love at the post office, drivers’ license bureau and the IRS. And that’s if they’re lucky enough to be able to afford the application fees. Give us your poor?

But they come! And like any red-blooded American, they figure out a way to get here to accomplish their dreams. They come to work. They come still, yearning to breathe free. They come with hope and we, America, are better because of it. Some will say times have changed. Have they? While our government seems to be doing everything it can to prolong, not limit, our current economic malaise, the entrepreneurial spirit we have cultivated in this country (up to now) has been nurture not in spite of but because our sea-washed, sunset gates continue to welcome people with the same spirit we have come to call … American.

It’s funny what time accomplishes. We applaud our immigrant ancestors for retaining their culture (language, customs, food). But we ridicule the Americans of tomorrow for not being just like us today. We proudly wave our alma mater colors, declare our state pride, jealously protect an old family or provincial recipe and cling to our regional accents. But we curse those who just left everything for a strange new world because they find comfort in songs, traditions and food we can’t yet pronounce or understand. We name our streets, neighborhoods and cities with foreign phrases more chic sounding than “the waves”, “river view” or “rat mouth” but we look down upon those who can pronounce las olas, rio vista and boca raton without an English accent. Our world has gotten smaller. The airport in Peoria Illinois greets people in two if not three languages. Let our hearts get bigger.

What a wonderful post!

 

[agp2176]

AMEN!!! I’m saddened by what I’m reading here. I want to share an article I wrote to express my thoughts and feelings.

I wanted to write and thank you for your post. I am very much in tune with immigration here in the USA and would like to comment on so many levels.

My grandpap came from Slovakia in the early 1900s. When he died in 1977, he still couldn’t really put a sentence together in English. He worked hard, paid his social security, his taxes, and for his driver’s license. The coal mine that he worked in had signs in English, Slovak. Polish, German, and many others. Yet, today we moan if Spanish is added to a sign. He had a newspaper in his native tongue and a doctor and a priest who served him Slovak. Yet today we moan about Spanish on a medicine bottle. I have brothers in the Knights of Columbus who send me super patriotic emails that say ‘Welcome to the USA, press 1 for English, Press 2 for Spanish then get the hell out of our country until you learn to speak English’. ‘Our’ country indeed … a country of immigrants. And my brothers in the knights, many of them are the sons and grandsons of immigrants

Immigrants like my wife who is from Canada. We did it all legal. And the cost, now close to $2,500. Yep, a GM worker in Mexico (being paid a fraction of a US worker) who wants to make better for his family can afford that – sure.

Yes, I too will speak Spanish when needed. I will do so proudly.

A few weeks ago, my wife and I visited the Statue of Liberty and it occurred to me what a mockery we have made of what it stands for. We hate the French, from whom it was a gift. We spit on the words “Give me your tired, your poor, Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, The wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me, I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”

America, what has become of you. Why do you carry so much hate in your soul?

God bless

Tony