I posted this in May. Given this ICE business, separating illegal emigrant families, which is obviously cruel and unnecessary, and being loathe to side with Trump on anything, I have to be missing something regarding the legal status of illegal immigrants! Would someone out there please rescue me? Please show me where I’m wrong!
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.” For armed robbery or murder it’s is prison or worse. But sneak into American? It’s just go home. No hard feelings. Just go back to your home.
What’s this with “Sanctuary” nonsense? Cities and sates 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. It pains me to say, but being fair to adults without children who crawled under the fence, their parents should be sent home.
Hundreds of millions, the “troubled masses yeaning to be free,” would love to be Americans but respect our borders and laws, and play by the rules. They 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 we coddle a handful of criminals, what do you say to these folks?
A word to non-Mexicans who refuse to do it right: Scrape up airfare to Juarez or Nogales, crawl under the fence, lay low. As things are, you may well enjoy the rights and privileges of real Americans the rest of your life.
If you don’t have 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 the better part of a week, three or four Hispanics never stopped chopping, digging, cutting, hauling, carrying and planting.
While a majority of Americans bust our butts “earning a living,” my sense is, wither gainfully employed, on the dole, or sleeping under a tarp, very 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 streambed.