The Rule of Law

Having expressed my disdain for President Trump’s wall, I should confess that despite being a longtime, hardcore Liberal I’m troubled and confused that millions of folks enter America illegally and remain here openly and notoriously–often for decades!  Some even thumb their nose at American, “Yada!  Yada!  Yada!  Can’t catch meee!”  On TV one actually flipped us the middle finger.

My position is simple: The Rule of Law.  Do the crime, do the time.  Fish without a license, don’t feed the parking meter, exceed the speed limit, you pay a fine.  If I break into your home and steal your laptop to sell to feed my kids and get arrested the judge says, “Go to jail.”  Armed robbery or murder it’s prison or worse.  But sneak into American?  It’s just go back home.  That’s all.  No hard feelings.  Just go back to your own home.

And what’s this “Sanctuary” nonsense?  Cities and states where do-gooders frustrate Immigration Control and Enforcement (ICE) agents, making our law officers, American citizens, not the lawbreakers the bad guys?  Is this crazy or what?

Kids illegally brought to America by parents (DACA) are victims.  Let ’em stay.  Much as it pains me to say, but to fair to other adults who crawled under the fence, their parents should have been, or be, sent home.

Hundreds of millions, “troubled masses yearning to be free,” would love to become Americans but respect our borders and laws or play by the rules, jump through the hoops: They fill out papers, wait–sometimes years–study our Constitution, laws, and history, are interviewed, pass a test, and pledge allegiance to the Flag of the United States of America.  As you coddle a handful of criminals, what do you tell these folks?

A word to non-Mexicans who refuse to do it right: Scrape up airfare to Juarez or Nogales, climb the fence, lay low.  As things are, you may well enjoy the rights and privileges of real Americans the rest of your life.

Without borders and laws, laws you enforce, you don’t have a country.

What I’m missing here?  Seriously, someone please explain!

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After I wrote this Raelene and Karen had their front yards landscaped.  For four days three or four Hispanics never stopped chopping, digging, cutting, hauling, carrying and planting.

While the huge majority of Americans bust our butts to “earning a living,” my sense is, wither gainfully employed, on the dole, or sleeping under a tarp, too few Americas are willing to pick the oranges, pluck the chickens, gather the eggs, slaughter the hogs, dig the trenches, scrub the toilets, wash the windows, make the beds, flip the burgers, wash the dishes, cut the lawns, trim the shrubs, do the “back-breaking” tedious work crucial to our lifestyle.  Not to sell American workers in any way short, but without dirt-cheap and slave labor, within and without our borders, this country, corporate and consumer alike, would go belly-up like a carp in a dry streamed.