Last week, I was outside doing some yard work and noticed a strange looking Hispanic man meandering up the little Arkansas suburban road I live on. He was walking slow, staring too long at each house, eyeballing vehicles like they were some of his business. He white eyed me on my porch and quickened his step when he saw my little red car that is emblazoned with Trump support, and gave me the stink eye as he slowly passed by my home… and I wondered if he was an illegal. A few years ago this woulda been female hysteria… but these days, America is saturated with them, far, far north of the Southern Border. It was not some outlandish tinfoil hat idea… its America’s new reality.

   The bussing from Texas is understandable. The border states simply cannot absorb the massive influx of humans.. but unfortunately, it gives a shit ton of criminals a free pass to infiltrate our country, all the way up to New York City… and every single body that crosses that border without proper channels is most assuredly an intruding criminal.

   In a time when we can barely feed ourselves under the inflation of a Democrat administration, we are now expected to deplete our meager resources for the old, poor and sick American citizens, to babysit thousands upon thousands of young strong men, who obviously have no qualms about breaking the law by breaking and entering a whole damned country.

   I cannot fathom the mindset of these people. What incentivizes someone to just walk off into a foreign country with nothing but an Adidas sweatshirt and a little backpack… and just stand around on street corners waiting for someone to feed them and house them and take care of them? What kind of milk and honey promises are they hearing from the Biden administration, to make them want to choose indigence?

   Regardless of what kind of pipedream they have been fed, it takes a certain kind of human to choose to step off into a free fall of welfare.. and its not the kind of people we need to be flooding our country. We are not Disneyland. We are not the Emerald City where you click your heels for a miracle. There are no fairy tale Utopian scenarios to be had here. You want to yearn, you got to earn.

   The Statue of Liberty asks for poor huddled masses yearning to breathe free.. not rude lazy asses, yearning to eat for free. There should be an elemental expectancy of earning your keep in every human being. This is actually a large factor in the capitalistic equation of the American dream… A dream that is currently being trampled into a welfare nightmare by thousands upon thousands of expensive new tennis shoes, that bear evidence and witness to crime. dirty with the freshly trampled mud of the Rio Grande. America is now drowning in the wretched refuse from that muddy shore. We are not a Motel 6… It’s past time to blow out the lamp, and lock the golden door.


The New Colossus

Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand
Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.
“Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!” cries she
With silent lips. “Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”

Emma Lazarus
November 2, 1883

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