Dreamer Nightmare


Anyone who has read this blog for the past decade knows I support legal immigration and am extremely sympathetic to certain factions of immigrants who are not here, legally.  I’ve driven Interstate-10 from Las Cruces to El Paso.  I’ve seen the slums of Juarez from this side of the border.  They are gut-wrenching and heart-breaking.  If I were a parent, living on the other side of the border, I would do everything in my power to get my family out of those slums.  I would also be doing everything possible to get them to this country.

Contrary to what you might hear, Mexico is a horrible place to live, and a not so bad place to live.  It is corrupt.  The leaders are corrupt and controlled by the drug cartels.  It is, year in and year out, the most dangerous place, the deadliest place on the planet, if you are a journalist.  Just the other day a journalist was stabbed something like thirty times, right in front of his family.  One of the writers I corresponded with disappeared.  I assume he was also murdered.

The situation for journalists, even in this country, is so lethal when one writes about Mexico, no one dares report what is going on there.  You can’t.  You do and you end up dead. Consequently, the press turns a blind eye to the abject corruption.  It is a very strange world, completely different from the US.  If you are wealthy and can afford security, you live like a king.  I have a friend who did.  She did not like the way her family was being sucked into the culture of ultra wealth to the point where she packed up her two children, their personal belongings, and had her chauffeur drive she and the children to their summer home in New Mexico.  She called her husband and told him she had rented their home to a US corporate CEO.  He needed to secure green cards for them.  Because of his position, it was easy.  They are registered Republicans, and staunch Trump supporters.

There is no middle class.  Oh, there was, but the middle class is being destroyed by the drug culture.  If you are not wealthy, you life is miserable.  Oddly enough, it wasn’t the drug culture that destroyed the middle class in Mexico, but NAFTA.  When American industry was outsourced to Mexico, it brought low wages and poverty.  I know people from Mexico who are middle class.  They behave themselves and try not to make waves.

The problem is the people who have nothing to lose.  I hurt for them, but we are a nation of laws.  Anyone who flaunts the law, breaking it, to move here, deserves to be deported.  I don’t care who they are.  (This does not include those facing death and persecution upon return to their home country).  I have long supported a path to citizenship for people brought here as children.

I did – but I no longer do.  My reason is simple.  Once they began making demands, marching, and began acting like the entitled snowflakes they are, frankly, they can rot for all I care.  And – it isn’t all their fault.  The Democrats created the mess.  Liberals have turned them into spoiled, entitled brats who now have more benefits than the average LEGAL American citizen their age. Why do they get free college and the kid down the road who has done everything right must face a life-time of debt for that same education?

Let’s be honest here.  The reason we have an immigration problem in this country is because of liberals.  It’s that simple.  I know someone who would like to become an American citizen.  Contrary to how the right presents the situation, the process of becoming a citizen, even when one is here, legally, is a nightmare from hell.  It costs a fortune.  One must spend thousands of dollars hiring an attorney.  This person has owned a business here in the US for over a quarter century.  A tax-payer, everything done is scrutinized by INS.  They make my friend’s life a living hell.  Yet, no one even bothers standing up for good people like this, primarily because they are basically a political.  They just want to live and prosper.

Have you ever read William Shatner’s tweets?  He’s a legal resident of the US, but is a Canadian citizen.  In other words, he is a non-person in the eyes of both countries.  He pays taxes here.  He is not allowed to participate in the political life of either country.  It seems to me, this nation should be courting people like Shatner, like my friend, instead of pandering to a group of spoiled brats who are, for the most part, functionally illiterate, half of them are barely proficient in English, and are ill-equip to do more than suck from the government tit.

But – they will make great Democrats.

This is where the left is so damn racist, they don’t quite comprehend that people who are from various countries, who are neither black nor white in skin color and genetics, have a long relationship with this nation.  I know people who are Hispanic who have family who pre-date the English colonists, yet the left thinks they are nothing more than illegal immigrants. I have a friend who comes from a family who has been here for five hundred years.  Her mother, native to New Mexico, never learned to speak English. She voted, though. They are insulted by the pandering of the left.

I know people who are American citizens who come from Taiwan, India, England, Ireland, Canada, Mexico, Germany, Scotland, Austria, and many other countries.  They came here and earned the right to be Americans.  They have contributed to the fabric of this nation.  We are a melting pot.  That is what makes us unique. Democrats are willing to destroy everything, just for votes.

There are many who don’t understand the need for a border wall.  I think Robert Frost said it best.  It isn’t about racism or hate.  It is about national identity and just doing what is right.

Something there is that doesn’t love a wall,
That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it,
And spills the upper boulders in the sun;
And makes gaps even two can pass abreast.
The work of hunters is another thing:
I have come after them and made repair
Where they have left not one stone on a stone,
But they would have the rabbit out of hiding,
To please the yelping dogs. The gaps I mean,
No one has seen them made or heard them made,
But at spring mending-time we find them there.
I let my neighbour know beyond the hill;
And on a day we meet to walk the line
And set the wall between us once again.
We keep the wall between us as we go.
To each the boulders that have fallen to each.
And some are loaves and some so nearly balls
We have to use a spell to make them balance:
“Stay where you are until our backs are turned!”
We wear our fingers rough with handling them.
Oh, just another kind of out-door game,
One on a side. It comes to little more:
There where it is we do not need the wall:
He is all pine and I am apple orchard.
My apple trees will never get across
And eat the cones under his pines, I tell him.
He only says, “Good fences make good neighbours.”
Spring is the mischief in me, and I wonder
If I could put a notion in his head:
“Why do they make good neighbours? Isn’t it
Where there are cows? But here there are no cows.
Before I built a wall I’d ask to know
What I was walling in or walling out,
And to whom I was like to give offence.
Something there is that doesn’t love a wall,
That wants it down.” I could say “Elves” to him,
But it’s not elves exactly, and I’d rather
He said it for himself. I see him there
Bringing a stone grasped firmly by the top
In each hand, like an old-stone savage armed.
He moves in darkness as it seems to me,
Not of woods only and the shade of trees.
He will not go behind his father’s saying,
And he likes having thought of it so well
He says again, “Good fences make good neighbours.”