Tunnel Rat posted on February 4, 2009 22:53

Damn, I almost blew my wad on that whole H-1B Pimp of the Month post, but I just couldn’t help myself.

I didn’t think I had any material for today, but the drive home gets the creative juices flowing. So, now I’ll get back to the CLS topic…

Day 9, and still alive in Desiville.

But the Desi Gladiator match is heating up.

Chinaman and I have been having lunch and sharing smokes all week. He finally got his system set up and working on some code. I myself have been getting pulled in all directions for the last two days while three CEWPs try to figure out how they want to me code this damn upload control. Each code review ends up in a Hindi squabble over whether to chuck the file as a BLOB to the database, save it the server, stream it somewhere, whatever. So what should have taken a day is taking two.

And I started to get a bad vibe from the architect, like he was getting impatient.

But he was the one suffering from ADD and overwork, causing him to be unable to make quick design decisions. And I was starting to get a little paranoid.

Did he expect this done in two hours? Why did he change his mind so often?

So when Chinaman started having problems, I was hesitant to help him. First, he was shocked to find out that there is a database, but no tables or objects – he would have to create them. A couple of slumdogs huddled over his shoulder, and told him to open up TOAD .

“Toad? What’s that?” he asked.

Oh shit, you do NOT do that in Desiville. You are expected to be familiar with the tools used to manage the giant black box called the Oracle database, or they will shitcan you ricky-ticky. Never mind that they have a Desi DBA, but no one knows what he does.

I leaned over and got him up and running. Showed him how to connect, use the Schema Browser, and how to create scripts and objects. But I was losing time on my upload control, and I felt that the architect was getting antsy. And I wasn’t about to lose this round of Desi Gladiator.

I took Chinaman outside for a smoke. I’m up to half a pack a day now. That’s life in the salt mines.

“Look, dude, I’ll help you out as much as I can, but I got work to do,” I explained.

“Sure, no problem, I just haven’t worked with Oracle in a while.”

“Yeah, I get it. But you have to understand, I once worked at a consulting company on a massive web project that was way behind schedule, kinda like this place. So they have me do a phone screening of three guys in New Jersey. One was Hispanic, another a white dude, and then some H-1B. The H-1B was sharp, so I told the boss to hire him. The guy they flew in wasn’t the same dude – it was some Pakistani who couldn’t speak English. He couldn’t even open InterDev. He was a dick also – real mean and surly. I spent a week carrying his ass, then got fired for not making my deliverables. That dumbass got stay for a couple of weeks because it was in his contract.”

Chinaman stubbed out his Marlboro Red. “That company should have got some karmic payback,” he said.

“Oh, they did. Went bust in the dot-com crash. But just so you know, I’ll help you out as much as I can, but this is the kind of place that will dump a guy like me if they think I ain’t keeping up.”

That was almost ten years ago, and to this day I haven’t forgotten that experience of getting fucked by some Desi agency and their H-1B whore. I guess I have some form of DTSD - Desi Traumatic Stress Disorder. The symptoms are paranoia, insomnia, and blogging compulsively.

And now it is time for payback.

They have a saying about Marines – No Better Friend, No Worse Enemy.

Thanks to that H-1B pimp and the Paki slumdog years ago, I am now in full combat mode. Sorry if some nice, well-meaning Indians here on legitimate work visas that can code and communicate in English get hurt along the way, but they call that collateral damage. And isn't that, like, what, .04% of all the Desis?

The mission now is to abolish the H-1B program and send the CEWPs home. Phase one of that mission is to destroy the myth that programmers are a commodity and a 25-year old slumdog from Delhi with a phony resume can do the same job as a 15-yr I.T. vet. The rally point for that phase of the operation is here at ITGrunt.com.

Don’t ever get between a Marine and his mission.

Gotta go to bed now -- big day tommorrow. The dumbass Asian PM scheduled a standing meeting of the entire development team (about 15 people, with just four honkies and Chinaman, the rest Hindus) for 4 PM on Friday. What kind if sick fuck schedules a weekly dev meeting at FOUR IN THE AFTERNOON EVERY FRIDAY.

A sick Desi-dicksucker, if you ask me.

To be continued…


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Tunnel Rat posted on February 4, 2009 16:45

The Daily Kos, the lunatic left site, has a post from the Donna Conroy of Bright Future Jobs:

Nationwide Arrests of Offshore Labor Contractors for H-1b Fraud


It's time to play fair. Now.

Update: >ICE reporting what Bright Future Jobs has said for years. H-1bs come here and discover they don't even have a job!

the companies allegedly have not always had jobs available for these workers,thereby placing them in non-pay status after they arrive in the United States.

So much for Bill Gates demand for the "best and the brightest"!



Now the left has joined with the right-wing folks like myself and VDare to put an end to the scam called the H-1B visa.

I'll let Bright Future Jobs, Programmer's Guild, NumbersUSA, VDare, Wastech, etc. fight the battle in politically correct terms.

BTW, I made a contribution to BFJ. You should also, unless you don't mind losing your job to an illiterate slumdog.

I myself am a covert operator, exposing the scams from the inside, in blunt, no holds barred and politically incorrect manner.

This is not the Utne Reader, folks.

And please stop telling me that I need therapy or medication. I know it is the goal of the curry-scented pod-people and their apoligists and enablers to turn the American programmer into a docile, castrated zombie who sits cowering in his cube, fearing for his job as the Desi taskmasters take over. I suggest that you people curl yourselves up in little ball and go fuck yourselves.

I am not giving in.

I have skills, talent, balls, a pleasant demeanor, years of experience, and do not deserve to be marginalized just because I am white. I have done more for this country than any H-1B -- literally. My six years (1460 days) of service in the Marine Corps is more than the sum of service for the entire H-1B populace, and probably the whole Desi community.

So I deserve a career, bastards, and will not go quitely into the cab driving business just because some Americans prefer exotic brown people to middle-aged white guys.

Over and Out.


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Tunnel Rat posted on February 3, 2009 13:55

Man, that freaked me out. I thought for sure I was busted. I must have just been paronoid, 'cause I was sure that I saw all the "debelopers" reading itgrunt.com this morning. But all the Asian PM wanted was for me to sign my timesheet.

But like I said, no web surfing allowed in the curry den. The slumdog H-1B on my team wouldn't even go to Adobe's site to download Acrobat Reader the other day -- he said "no, can't do dat."

I'm still cruising around the cubes, checking to see if anyone has ImmigrationVoice open, reading a copy of my "Real Resume" that some Desi posted there in an attempt to out me.

I could just see it now, a bunch of CEWPS trying to find clues in my blog in order to out me at CLS. They are probably googling the terms Big-Fucking-Real-Estate-Company, Giant-Fortune500-Company, Huge-Payroll-Outsourcing-Company, Big-Ass-Food-Conglomerate, Big HMO, ultra-cool Web-Design Firm, Giant-Japanese-Tech-Company, fly-by-night consulting company, and bankrupt dot-com company to see if such a resume shows up on Dice. Slumdogs aren't too swift, as you may have noticed if you have ever tried to get your computer fixed with the help of some marble-mouth in Mumbai.

But finally, I have a friend at CLS. He started today -- the mysterious second contractor. My buddy didn't get the gig, so I texted him:


ME: New guy started today. Asian geek with bad teeth and bad breath. Seems nice enough.

HIM: A perfect hire. You should stop bathing and eat more cabbage

Man, I love that dude, I wish we could be working together.

But, no, one more honkey would have caused an imbalance in the 10% white/90% non-white ratio that CLS has to follow. So I had to get to know the new guy because we share a cube.

I was impressed. Not by his teeth or his breath, but his shear uber-geek persona. He was a freakin' Kwai Chang Caine (I'll just call him that from now on, KCC for short). He knew it all, everything from Javascript to XSLT, even crap like HTC. Stuff I never cared to learn, because I knew it would be obsolete in a few years. But I could sure use his help on some client-side shit, which I suck at.

So we had lunch, and I really dig the guy. We shared a smoke afterwards -- he smokes half a pack of cowboy killers a day -- and I realized how lonely I was at CLS. Over a week there, and no one to talk to, no headphones, just the sound of Hindi bickering and the banging of keyboards. It was harshing my buzz.

Even with a couple Anglos sitting a dozen feet from me, there was never a "Hello, I'm so-and-so." Just stink-eye from the Desi's, marble-mouthed code reviews from the slumdogs on my team, and little else. No Super Bowl pool, no bs-ing about the weather -- nada, nill. Although I liked the work, it just didn't feel right. Plus I didn't have a fob to even get in the place.

But at least now I had KCC to chat with, even though he is kind of a motor mouth. That's okay, because the architect came by our cube today to see how things were going, and I asked if it was ok to listen to music. He said "Its ok with me, sure," which in the passive aggressive world of Desiland means "It is not my fault if the Sikh PM decides that you are a typical lazy American that needs to be replaced by another slumdog from Dehli."

What bugs me is the chance that the CEWPS are going to play a little Desi Gladiator with me and my new Chinaman friend. Desi Gladiator is a game with the following rules:

1. The Desi company has one spot they are forced to fill with a local in order to meet the H-1B or L-1 requirements.

2. Instead of hiring the best candidate from amongst the HUGE pool of American programmers looking for work, they play two I.T. staffing agencies against each other and force them to drop their rates by saying that so-and-so from yada-yada is willing to work for such-and-such.

3. Once they have lowballed both firms, the Desi company brings in the two U.S. citizens, at a discounted rate.

4. A company like CLS then places both contractors in the same cube, and throws a ton of deliverables at them. The one who can complete the most of the poorly-spec'd assignments in the least amount of time gets to stay.

5. After a couple of weeks, the losing gladiator is escorted out of the building without notice because he has been hired under an "At-will employment" contract.

6. The remaining U.S. citizen is left to be the scapegoat for the project failure after the slumdogs have botched the front-end, middle-tier, and back-end modules. He will then be fired by the Desis, who will then have an immigration lawyer document the case in an application to the DOL stating that CLS has proven that no Americans can do the job, and they even hired two locals that failed. Thus, they must bring in two more H-1Bs or L-1s for the next project.

7. The cycle repeats itself, until the Desis have established an Indian-only I.T. ghetto and can go back to communal lunches, Hindi gossip, and writing bad code.


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Tunnel Rat posted on February 3, 2009 08:02

Finally, we Americans got our shit together and formed our own special interest group:

The Coalition for the Future American Worker (CFAW) is an umbrella organization of professional trade groups, population/environment organizations, and immigration reform groups. CFAW was formed to represent the interests of American workers and students in the formulation of immigration policy.

They even bought commercial time -- I just saw this on CNBC!




Tunnel Rat posted on February 3, 2009 08:00

Oh well, the party's over. I walked into the curry den this morning and what do I see but about a dozen "debelopers" reading my blog. Some looked over their shoulder as I walked towards my cube -- and man did I get the stink eye. I told you some creepy unthical Indian CTO at Google would out me and contact CLS.

So I am sure as soon as my Asian PM gets in, I'll be escorted out.

Until then, I got time for one more post.

So I have to think of some way to make some money, and ever since the invasion of the curry-scented pod people, I'm having a hard time. My day trading skills are getting better -- I've been shorting the market with leveraged ETFs for about two years and making a killing. I am almost ready to go pro and move to Mexico. I love Mexico, especially the strip bars and marlin fishing. But until then, I've got to adjust, adapt, and improvise, like they teach you in the Corps.

I have this plan that I think is bulletproof. There is like what, one or two million Somalis eating sand in Africa? Not to mention the Sudanese refugees getting chased around by Arabs (freaking 'religion peace' always stirring some shit up) and forced to live in refugee camps -- there's gotta be hundreds of thousands of those, right?

I've met a few and they are lovely people. Some of the best cab drivers in the world. They speak better English than most H-1Bs.

What if we set up a company dedicated to bringing over tons of Somalis and Sudanese, and hire them out to Fortune 500 companies as programmers? All we have to do is pay them a little more than what they make as cabbies. We can bill them out just under the rate that Desi companies charge, which is half the rate an American programmer needs to live on (especially one like me with a timeshare in Cabo and two houses).

Then we can have them live in warehouses, which are cheaper then apartments. It would sure beat living in the sewage infested tent at their old refugee camp.

Sure, it would be tricky getting them to pass the phone screenings, but we'll just do what the Desis do -- when the company calls, I'll all do the tech interviews. Then, since our Somali friends are so cheap (we can pay them $10/hr and bill them out at $50/hr and still undercut WiPro and Infosys), they of course will get all the gigs. Then all they have to do is sit in front of a computer at a company like State Farm and act like they know what they are doing, just like the H-1Bs do.

Of course, Mr. Clueless Honky I.T. Manager is not going know any different. He'll just notice different types of exotic food in the break room that he can stuff his fat incompetent face with.

I think the plan is genious. What about the visas, you may ask. Visas smishas. I know plenty of folks over at IV and a few sneaky immigration lawyers to get around all those silly regulations. You don't think they efforce those do you?

I've already got the domain registered and can start doing some branding and marketing. The venture will be called Somali Tech Dev (STD). I need some people to start calling all the big American companies like Microsoft and State Farm, and especially all those banks that got bailout money and used it to hire H-1Bs.

Please leave your contact info in the comments section of this blog if you are an I.T recruiter that can help me get STD up and running. Together, we can all get rich.

Damn, here comes the Asian PM. Gotta go....


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Tunnel Rat posted on February 2, 2009 09:07

State Farm is one of the many high profile companies exploiting H-1Bs and getting exploited by their pimps:

Overseas companies are accused of underpaying foreigners on work visas—and hurting U.S. wages

Corruption and Greed - Serious Issues with H-1Bs and L1s in Technology Today

In Bloomington at an apartment I was renting was a group of Indians living next door. I spoke with one of the occupants seen on occasion at State Farm, an IT Analyst. As he spoke in broken English he explained there are four of them living in a one bedroom apartment all working for the same Indian outsourcing firm Satyam. It was out of necessity for them to pool their money in order to afford housing. The prevailing wages for a typical IT Analyst in Bloomington, Illinois (2002-2004) averaged in the $40-50 per hour range and he stated he was making $18 per hour less than half of what the going rate was for an American worker (4). Digging deeper I discovered an ugliness where multiple Indian people were living in squalor, in cramped small apartments unable to afford decent affordable housing. It was kept quiet among the H-1Bs one saying the living conditions were far better with four living in a small apartment than they were back home in India.



So time for me to tell State Farm to curl itself in a little ball and go fuck its self:

State Farm had better fire every single H-1B programmer working for them, or I will cancel all my Home Insurance policies.

I am an AMERICAN programmer and having great difficulties finding a job because companies like your are hiring cheap programmers from India.

After the Mastec and Satyam scandals that State Farm has been involved with, isn't it time for State Farm to send the Indians home and start hiring Americans?

If I don't get a response within a few days, I am cancelling my policies.



Feel free to copy and paste, here's their link


We'll see if they respond.

Gotta go...just heard the factory wistle blow and I have to go in the curry den for another week of life as a galley slave.


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Tunnel Rat posted on February 1, 2009 23:23

So I start week two in the curry den, a little hung-over from Super Bowl weekend. BTW, any other place I would be working at would have a pool going around the week before the big game, but not at CLS. Like I said, it’s a concentration camp.

Walking back from the break room, I get the stink-eye from the Sikh PM. Shit, if looks could kill…

I start to freak.

I had spent a lot of time this weekend trolling on www.ImmigrationVoice.org, and I pissed many a Desi off. But it got a little creepy. Too many of the Desis wanted to know who I was. One even invited me to have coffee in the D.C. area and talk. Why? What is wrong with a little flame war with an anonymous identity?

Maybe they wanted to burn my house down. After all, that’s how they settle things in India.

Or they just wanted to out me at the curry den (which is more likely).

So I was more than a little paranoid when the architect comes in my cube.

“So, what are you working on?” he asks.

“I’ve created the database objects and the middle-tier classes for those modules we talked about last week. Ready to move on to the insert, delete, and update procs.”

“Okay, so how much more time on those business objects?”

“Uh, five, ten minutes,” I tell him.

“Ok, wrap it up, check it in and move on the next module. Dikshit [not his real name, but it could be] will finish that code.”

This is getting weird. We had agreed that I would work on the middle-tier and back-end for about eight pages that had similar functionality, and the farm boy H-1B from Delhi would do the front end.

Nothing freaks a contractor out more than the words “wrap it up and check in your code so the other guy can finish it.” That or “start documenting everything you’ve done in the last six months.” That is the kiss of death – your gig is up and it is time to move on.

But this had been only a week, and I had been kicking ass.

That’s it, I thought. Some CEWP at IV had sent some emails, maybe even got hold of some corrupt Indian CTO at Google to reveal my Blogger identity, and had dropped a dime on me at CLS. Shit.

But the architect went on to the next module, explaining what code I could re-use and the plan of attack. Ok, maybe I was just being paranoid.

So he leaves and I get busy. I try to log into the database, and no dice. Shit. I am SO fucked. Ok, maybe I fat-fingered the pass word. I am shaking by now.

THEY KNOW I AM TUNNEL RAT.

Finally, I get logged in. My heart is doing the “I just took a hit of crack” drill. Man, this is creepy.

All right, so far so good. But what if some Desi did out me? What the fuck is CLS going to do? The PM is Asian, an American citizen. The VP of software dev is a honkey, and he likes me.

Does CLS really want to fuck with me, a middle-aged white guy with four mortgages, a Marine Corps vet to boot, and one who would make a huge scene in the curry den? It would take half the police department to drag me out of there, kicking and screaming. Of course, I would alert the media first, and it would be like a major international incident that would put a face on the plight of victims of the H-1B scam.

I could see it now, camera crews filming the pissed of cracker getting arrested, as literally dozens of Indians stand around, smoking and calling their friends in Bangalore...

I go to get another cup of espresso from the break room, and see this import that looked familiar. Damn, I know this guy, I thought. So I texted my buddy, the honkey that got passed up for the other contractor slot:

ME: Hey what was that paki’s name at [insert name of company that I walked out of after getting into verbal altercation with clueless manager here]? I think I just saw him here

HIM: Farhan. He is supposedly working in [yadayadayada]. Does it look like they are doing more interviews? That would mean they have no intention of bringing me in.

ME: No interviews. No sign of the new guy. Pc tech told me they expect new contractor

HIM: Ok, so I still have a shot. [Asian PM] told my rep that he would like to bring me in but would probably have to wait till Tue or Wed for the “specs” to be evaled. Any mention of you working weekends? Is anyone even coding yet?

ME: I think they are trying to cut scope. I worked a little ot Friday. Yes coding with a vengeance. Are you still at [yadayadayada]? its freakin weird here. Very high stress. No headphones or web surfing either.

HIM: No headphones allowed? That is weird. Really weird. And high stress does not translate into a productive environment.

ME: Yeah all the bickering in broken English gets distracting

HIM: Ah, stress AND unprofessional behavior. All you need now is a broken AC unit to ripen the air.


I ran into the import again in the hallway later. “That guy I worked with was named Farhan, looked just like you.”

“No, not me, “ he said, giving me the stink-eye. Indians HATE getting confused with Pakis.

But I was still pissed. The whole State Farm shit has getting me wound up, and there is a little retail State Farm office across the parking lot from CLS.

So I print a copy the page from the web site detailing State Farm’s H-1B scandals, and staple my business card to it. I walk over to the agency and tell the receptionist that I have two policies and need to talk to my agent.

“Let me see if he is off the phone.” It’s a small office and she ducks her hid into her boss’s office. She waves me in.

The guy is in a T-Shirt, sitting behind a huge desk. Sports memorabilia covers the walls.

We shake hands. “What can I do for you?” he asks.

“I have two houses insured with State Farm and want to cancel my policies.”

“Uh, really? Uh, how come?”

“Well you see,” I tell him, “I am a computer programmer. And although I have a ton of experience, I have a hard time finding work because companies like State Farm import foreign programmers under a so-called H-1B program, exploit them, and fire people like me.”

“Huh? I never heard anything like that.”

“Yeah, well, I can’t do business with a company like yours. See, I joined a union, WashTech, which is part of the Communication Workers of America, which in turn is tied to the AFL-CIO. And we can boycott State Farm if it doesn’t replace those H-1Bs with Americans.”

“But, uh, you’re, uh, a computer programmer?” he mumbles.

“Yeah, I am. “ I threw the printout detailing State Farm’s Patni and Satyam scandals and stood up. “Maybe you should let the big shots in Bloomington know that WashTech is boycotting State Farm and you are losing business. I don’t think all those Indians they hire can make up the difference – they live 10 to a room in some dumpy apartment. Not much need for home insurance from those guys.”

“Well, this is the first I’ve heard of this, uh--”

“-- But not that last,” I told him as I walked out.

To be continued…


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Tunnel Rat posted on February 1, 2009 09:20

I survived the first week at CLS without going postal.

It's not that bad. Just odd. But they leave me alone and let me code. There are way too many deliverables to get done, and the usual geek pissing contests just aren't going to happen on a project like this.

I like the fact that there is one architect, and what he says goes. The hierachical Indian culture has not been corrupted by the American concepts of flat teams, where anybody's idea is just as good as someone else's. I have seen so much of this self esteem crap in I.T., where the lame-ass project manager has to give equal weight to the junior hack or the primadona developer, it just makes me want to puke.

At CLS, they just huddle around a workstation or whiteboard, throw up some ideas, and the architect makes the call.

So I come in early Friday because I had to drop the wife off at the airport. Who do I see standing outside smoking a cigarette but the team lead, one of the guys that interviewed me. Very Westernized, but timid. I think I've said two words to him all week. I don't know if he is a technical lead or a paper pusher.

We say our good mornings and I try to open the front door. Locked.

"Oh, you don't have a fob?" he asks. I shake my head and he lets me in.

Isn't the team lead supposed to give me a fob? Or does he not expect me to be around for long? Shit like this just makes the token honkey paranoid.

I get to my cube and get busy. No sign of life except for the cleaning crew and a couple of "debelopers." BTW, the cleaning people are the only Mexican's you'll ever see in a curry shop. I walk around the building in case there are any management types around, so they can see that Casper gets in early and works hard.

The rest of the team straggles in around nine-ish. I go to get my third cup of espresso (they have a very cool coffee machine), and what do I see in the tiny break room but my whole fucking team, munching on pastries. OMG, it was like I had walked in on a circle jerk, uninvited. Eight "debelopers" and a Sikh PM, staring at me like I was a freak.

The Sikh PM finally speaks up. "We have pastries brought in every Friday," he says, smiling. Sikhs are cool Indians, for the most part. But I guess you don't want to piss them off, or they will have you killed, like this Canadian towel head did when his daughter married the wrong dude:

Forbidden Love

And they carry knives -- it is part of their religion. I suppose they come in handy when you want to stab some cracker programmer in the back, hahaha. Just kidding. Please don't burn my house down, all you Sikh activists out there. This ain't India, and we don't burn people's houses down just because they say something we don't like.

I smile, make some small talk, and get my coffee.

It was just weird. Very awkward.

Sometime in mid-morning, I get an email from the lead, the guy that let me in. It went something like this (I paraphrase):

Subject: Friday Outing

Team,

I know we have all been working hard lately to deliver this application. Let's take a breather, knock off early and meet for dinner and drinks at 4 today. I urge all of you to make it.

I so fucking freaked. I text my wifey, and a few friends:

ME: The team is going out for drinks and dinner
after work. I'll be the only honkey. Should I go?

WIFE: You have to go.

ME: What if I get drunk and start talking
about my blog?

WIFE: STOP!!!!

(Wifey is a little freaked out, with the economy the way it is, and her husband's career getting decimated by the waves of cheap labor scamming the H-1B system and driving down his wages.)

So I decide I have to go. No biggy -- I am man of the world and have been around many strange and exotic peoples in the course of my Marine Corps adventures. Mostly having sex with their prostitute daughters, but let's not get picky.

I figure they'll go to the one of the bars at the nearby mall, I'll have a couple of drinks, and bail early to pick up wifey at the airport. Around 4-ish, the team starts knocking off work and bullshitting in Hindi. I know the moment I am dreading is coming -- the invite to happy hour.

Sure enough, the team lead comes by, with the architect by his side.

"Care to join us?" he asks.

"Sure!" I started gathering my stuff. "Where are you guys headed?"

"Probably [insert name of seaside Mexican restaurant in hip coastal town here], " he says.

WTF?!!!??

That place? The one full of trendy yuppies, and hot chicks with fake tits? You gotta be kidding me. I am SO not walking into that bar with a gang of geeky Indians, I think to myself. I have to think quick to extricate myself.

"Ah, bummer, that's the opposite way, and I have to pick up my wife at the airport tonight," I tell him.

"Next time, then," he says, relieved.

"For sure!" I tell him.

Man, that was close.

 

To be continued....


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Tunnel Rat posted on January 31, 2009 23:17

I got banned from that Immigration Voice site after a flame war, so now not only can I not post, I can't even read their forums. What kind of commie crap is that? Typical Desi bullshit. Let's see if this message to their webmaster gets me anywhere:

Hey Desis, ever since you banned me, I can't even read any posts.

Isn't that going a little too far? Come on, this isn't India, we don't ban "untoucables" from our sites just because they disagree with us.

You should at least give me read-only access, or I will just get an anonymizer and get to your forums. And then I will copy all those nasty posts over to my blog (www.itgrunt.com).

You know, those ones where you people write about the lazy Mexicans, the nasty Pakis, and the dumb Americans...even the ones where your "senior members" call me a "homo."

I especially want to get to the ones where you Desis bicker with each other on how to game the system.

I get a lot of traffic on my blog, so it may not look good for an "Advocacy Group" trying to abuse the H-1B system to be exposed as a festering honeypot for anti-American rants and tips on how to break the law.

So get with the program -- it's a free country. Your bannings of non-Hindus are only reinforcing the stereotype of Indians as insular, arrogrant, unethical creeps.


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Tunnel Rat posted on January 31, 2009 21:40

More to come about my first week at the Curry Den, but I got into a flame war over at IV and stumbled across this gem from one of my favorite tech writers, John C. Dvorak:

The curious case of Rajendrasinh B. Makwana


Here's a tidbit:

Why was Makwana working at Fannie Mae in the first place? Are you telling me no American citizen could have done his job?

This is not a new concern. It has long been believed that in most cases H1B visas in technology have been exploited by companies such as Fannie Mae only because programmers coming from India work cheaper. But there is no way of knowing much about any of these folks, and that immediately becomes a homeland-security issue.

Over the years, companies like Fannie Mae have been begging for more and more H1B visas. That means more people working cheaper than the going rate. You get what you pay for.



Of course, the H-1B pimps and their indentured servants here with bogus visas are screaming racism...


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