“The Rule of Law” and “The Rule of Law Revisited” express my concerns around people entering and living in America illegally. The current uproar over Immigration and Customs officers escorting some of these folks back to the border compels me visit the issue–again.
My position has nothing to do with Donald Trump’s politics, policies, ethics, and morals which, I’ve said before, I loathe across the board. It has everything to do with “The Rule of Law.” As I see it, without secure borders and enforced laws America can not preserve, protect, and defend the Constitution of the United States and its citizens.
It comes down to a simple principle: Who is a citizen of the United States of America? The Fourteenth Amendment to the Constitution is clear:
All persons born or naturalized in the Unites States, and subject to the jurisdiction thereof, are citizens of the United States and the State in which they reside.
If you were not born in America or naturalized, as many including our parents, grandparents or great-grandparents were, you are not a citizen, and not entitled to the rights, privileges and responsibilities attached thereto
Those who oppose sending illegal immigrants back home express concerned over the anxiety and fear experienced by folks who could be caught and deported. Pardon me, so do shoplifters, embezzlers and bank robbers. When you break the law you are a criminal, subject to prescribe penalties.
With perhaps a billion people worldwide yeaning to live in America, is it fair to coddle a those who swam the river or crawled under the fence? In fairness we should open the door to everyone. “Come in. Welcome. Line 1 is for food, 2 housing, 3 clothing, 4A Emergency Medical, 4B Routine Medical, 5 Complaints. How can we help?”
A related matter, I find it curious that people seeking asylum and did not entered country illegally should be provided decent accommodations and necessities until their plea is heard, while native-born Americans, many who fought for their country, sleep on sidewalks, under tarps, in tents and dumpster dive for a half-eaten sandwich or worn-out jacket, with no hope for a toothbrush, soap or shower. Something’s wrong with this picture!
I hate seeming on the wrong side of the fence here; so I repeat, would someone out there explain what I’m missing here. PLEASE!
The Rule of Law
(From May 3, 2018)
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.
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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.
I hate seeming on the wrong side of the fence here. I’ve asked before, someone out there please enlighten me! What I’m missing here? Seriously, someone please explain!