One year after Katrina--they're still here. Katrina evacuees have blighted Dallas communities and taken Dallas jobs, if they have bothered to find work at all. Yet another reason to stomp Gov. Rick Perry into the Italian marble.

McCallum Boulevard was a nice, quiet urban street when I moved in last year. New Orleans moved itself to my Far North Dallas neighborhood with a vengeance. Trash litter the street, trying to bum my cigarettes and money while attempting to sell drugs. Thugged out packs of them congregate on the street and in my previous apartment complex at all hours. Clearly, they are jobless and not seeking gainful employment. Gunshots and police sirens have been common bedtime serenades. These degenerates accepted Perry's gushing invitations following New Orleans' catastrophic flood. Forty percent of Louisiana evacuees polled after Katrina's onslaught said they would not consider returning home.

I met one such woman during orientation for my current job. She mentioned her hometown with a flourish and seemed to consider herself a hero for taking a Texan's job. I was watching CNN when all Hell broke loose in the Crescent City. As evacuees were bussed into town, Baylor Hospital announced the creation of 500 job openings for Katrina victims. That summer, sharply dressed and desperately unemployed, I applied at Baylor for every job that I was qualified for. I was qualified for fewer than five jobs and I never recieved a phone call or page from any hospital in the metroplex. I definitely was not owed a job, but certainly more entitled to one. By the way, if your heart bleeds, let it be fatal. I was jokingly advised to acquire a Louisiana ID and a grungy outfit in order to find work.

In many companies, if not all, there is a tax credit portion of a job application or in subsequent hiring paperwork. In all major grocery chains it is part of the application. Companies receive annual handouts for hiring the disabled, recipients of government assistance and those who were residents of Katrina stricken states at the time of the hurricane. In all actuality, the tax credit system grants such applicants preferential hiring status over the rest of us. I once worked with a disabled man at Burger King whose status gave him the retail equivalent of a license to kill. The effectiveness of this governmental bribery is reflected in the labor pool of many stores, including mine.

In the winter of 2005, I attended an orientation for a second job at McDonald's. The some two dozen new hires in attendance had to present government identification for verification and photocopying. I pulled mine from my wallet and glanced around the room. I took notice of multiple Louisiana ID cards. A sizeable remainder of the applicants had produced alien worker permits and had Matricula Consulars showing from their open wallets. It struck me that as if common Texas workers weren't threatened enough from our southern border, an eastern neighbor stood to kick us in the nuts.

If you tender sense of racial political correctness has been mildly perturbed, you lack enlightenment. It is true that the overwhelming majority of them are black. It is equally true that local black people despise them. Shortly after Katrina, groups of blacks on the train and elsewhere would paint the walls with vitriol at their expense. New Orleans evacuees were called thieves, dopeheads, violent criminals and every expletive in the book.

My brother and I watced footage of New Orleans' descent into anarchy, and busloads of these unfortunates head for our town. Our unemployed asses made predictions concerning the evacuees' impact on Dallas. Our hopes for the job market and the crime rate were unenthusiastic. Natives are still unemployed while government-backed refugees are given handouts. That September, my brother moved into my shitty old neighborhood on Skillman Street and I moved to low-rent McCallum.

Skillman was a cesspool of drugs and crime when I lived there, but the N.O. factor took things to a new low. These punks pestered him daily in the hopes of selling cheap crack and ice. Gunshots and intoxication fueled outdoor rowdiness persisted after 3 a.m. Think a section eight street like Skillman can't get worse overnight? Just add a shot of Cajun.

It turns out that we were overly concerned about the job market, being that many of these treasured citizens have an aversion to honest work. Some will actually brag about working the system and slinging dope on the side. I'm always unarmed at the wrong times.

We must always expect people to take advantage of any system that is at least nominally profitable. The federal government enabled these puddles of bourbon vomit to gang bang the taxpayers with impunity. They also neglected to evenly distribute the evacuees among the states. On the lighter side, Perry will burn in Hell for pimping out Texas. Some evacuees need to go away and some need to be incarcerated in their own state. The government officials responsible should forfiet their net worths as reparations for fed up Texans and go beg for change with the New Orleaneans. Its just a damn shame that Perry will get reelected.