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No, really – Haitians are eating dirt. Fucking dirt?!?!?!?

The hand of a woman is covered in mud as she makes mud cookies on the roof of Fort Dimanche, once a prison, in Port-au-Prince, Friday, Nov. 30, 2007.

The hand of a woman is covered in mud as she makes mud cookies on the roof of Fort Dimanche, once a prison, in Port-au-Prince, Friday, Nov. 30, 2007.

First let me just say that this is the reason we, the richest nation in the world, have immigration issues. People aren’t coming here to steal our jobs and lazily exploit our “entitlement programs”; they come here because they don’t want to eat fucking dirt anymore. They just want honest work, honest pay and for Christ’s sake, honest food.

Haiti is the poorest nation in the Western Hemisphere, it makes me sad to read this:

Poor Haitians Resort to Eating Dirt

By JONATHAN M. KATZ

PORT-AU-PRINCE, Haiti (AP) — It was lunchtime in one of Haiti’s worst slums, and Charlene Dumas was eating mud. With food prices rising, Haiti’s poorest can’t afford even a daily plate of rice, and some take desperate measures to fill their bellies. Charlene, 16 with a 1-month-old son, has come to rely on a traditional Haitian remedy for hunger pangs: cookies made of dried yellow dirt from the country’s central plateau.

The mud has long been prized by pregnant women and children here as an antacid and source of calcium. But in places like Cite Soleil, the oceanside slum where Charlene shares a two-room house with her baby, five siblings and two unemployed parents, cookies made of dirt, salt and vegetable shortening have become a regular meal.

“When my mother does not cook anything, I have to eat them three times a day,” Charlene said. Her baby, named Woodson, lay still across her lap, looking even thinner than the slim 6 pounds 3 ounces he weighed at birth.

One reporter was brave enough to eat a Haitian dirt cake:

A reporter sampling a cookie found that it had a smooth consistency and sucked all the moisture out of the mouth as soon as it touched the tongue. For hours, an unpleasant taste of dirt lingered.

Can you blame people emigrating from literally dirt-poor countries by any means necessary? Would you give a flying flip about immigration laws if you ate dirt three meals a day while nursing a child? Continue reading