Even with foreigners we still have plenty of jobs going unfilled. I have zero empathy or sympathy for Americans who won't work. A part of that union thing you support is working hard for your fair share. Granted, we need better pay all round to where you are at least comfortable and without basic need of you work full time, but you're asking a lot just for working. Good sized houses and new trucks aren't cheap. Probably, a 40 hour job should be able to support one person at least. A family should earn enough to support a family with the second income. If you want more, lavish, big and new, you need to do more than just hold a job.
In 1979, my father worked 40-hour work weeks to support a family of four people (plus 8 dogs and two cats) living in a 3-br/2-car home and we paid off our 1975 Toyota station wagon we bought new. He was a DOD electrician for the Dept. of the Navy at Mare Island Naval Shipyard in Vallejo, California. He transferred there from Hunter's Point in San Francisco in 1973. My mother was a stay-at-home housewife as was my grandmother. We lived a good middle-class life then in now-very-rich Woodside, California. My grandfather and my grandmother in Woodside also lived high on the hog from my grandfather's pension, he retired in 1973, from union operating engineers, heavy equipment operator, 15 years. My grandparents had a nice Woodside, CA home of their own and two rental 3-br home units next door built in 1965. Both my father and grandfather had 40-hour work weeks and had weekends off. I want only what my father and grandfather had and no more but no less. Every generation of parents always wanted better for their children.
My family often ate T-bone/Porterhouse steaks and pizza on paydays. Most food was home-cooked by my mother as baked ham, pot roast and fried chicken. We also had a 1973 Datsun pickup truck.
On birthdays all during the 1970's we had nice cakes from fancy bakeries in Hillsdale Mall in San Mateo, CA. Yummy Chantilly chocolate cakes from Blum's bakery and divine rich St. Honore puff-pastry cream liqueur cakes from Petrini's bakery. Life for my 1970's middle-class working-class American family was sweet and delicious.
The Dem Libs progressively opened our borders and all these vipers from The East slithered in. This is why I can no longer enjoy my Petrini's St. Honore cakes in San Mateo, CA. This is why I can no longer enjoy summers on sandy warm California beaches. California was an American Dream when the Beach Boys were young and Momma Cass was alive.