A helicopter has been circling and circling over the nearby beach for the last twenty minutes. Feels as if it right overhead, the noisy blades spinning, and spinning. Round and round the copter goes. It circles the high rises, the noise abates for just a moment, becomes softer, then the whir comes wailing back with a vengeance.
Which can only mean one thing.
Migrants came ashore.
The copter is circling, telling ground forces where they are, how to round them up as they attempt to scatter into our country, blend in, head for their destination of choice.
It happens every now and then on this barrier island on the coast of Florida. A few times a year. A migrant boat comes ashore and dumps some twenty-five illegal aliens onto shore. Either they arrive in a boat that then goes back out and disappears into the big ocean. Or they arrive in a boat they beach, a bit of an old wreck, and it sits there empty as they scatter.
One of the smarter things I’ve ever heard a politician say is that you can’t run a welfare state with open borders.
Our poor here in the US may raise their voice vociferously about mistreatment, lack of support, lack of opportunity, lack of assistance.
But poor isn’t as poor as it used to be.
Today the “poor” are just as apt to have a cell phone, a television, and other amenities that fifty years ago would have been considered extreme luxury items. And with all the food stamp, welfare, and other government hand-outs if you are going to bed hungry today in America then you are partly to blame. We have soup kitchens, we have food cooperatives and food banks, and always as a last resort there is a local church that can lend assistance. Especially for children in need. Walk enough blocks you will find a meal. If you are truly indigent and hungry find a cop. They drive you to a meal, a shelter, a church, a soup kitchen, somewhere where they know help will be found.
And poor is relative.
Poor in America is a completely different animal than poor elsewhere across the globe. Google “shanty towns” in Brazil for a rather graphic depiction of what poverty can be like outside our borders.
Or I should say outside our “old borders”, since we really no longer have borders. Our southern border today is as porous as if it didn’t exist at all.
Iv’e said it before that I am a quarter hispanic on my father’s side. Family lore says we are “from one of the seven original mission families in California”. But somehow I think that is a bit of an embellishment. I’ve no title to a chunk of California. If “my” people were here prior to California being founded they squandered whatever that was worth. So I think that part was made up along the way. But it makes me sympathetic to their cause. My own dad was olive skinned and dark, and there was no escaping that he was hispanic. He looked like an olive skinned Anthony Quinn, albeit at five-foot-six. You’d know his ethnicity in an instant.
So I am not unsympathetic to those from Mexico, and South America, countries far beyond our border, who seek a better life.
And I fully realize that arriving here, and getting benefits, free housing, a food stipend, medical care, and other instant benefits from the American government can give those who just arrived a life they could have only dreamed about in “shanty-town”.
They live better on instant government assistance than they ever lived a day at home.
The numbers are growing large now. As many “migrants” in a month enough to make up a smaller American city. We are adding an Augusta, Georgia, or Asheville, North Carolina every month.
I’m still typing and the helicopter is still overhead. Circling, circling.
This is no longer just a problem for Brownsville, Texas. Or Calexico, California, which happens to be my dad’s birthplace. A tiny border town no one would mistake for San Francisco.
No, this problem has spilled out and over into everyone’s life in America.
I want the border closed. I don’t want illegal immigration. You want the border closed. Some eighty percent of Americans want the border closed.
It sits wide open by design.
Our leaders want it that way. Our elected leaders.
We want it closed. They intentionally keep it open.
There is no greater split from the will of the people than our current border situation.
They don’t want you paying attention. At all. They try to change language. They aren’t “illegals”, they aren’t “Illegal aliens”. They are migrants. Undocumented immigrant. Or some other phrase.
Changing language is the first effort of the prevaricator. They liar. The scoundrel.
They will scream “Abortion” to get women to turn their attention away from their school overcrowding with migrants. Even though just a few years back the Democrats controlled all 3 branches of government, they still didn’t codify Roe V Wade as they could have. No, better to keep women in a primal scream over “bodily autonomy” than to just pass a law and put the entire thing behind us forever.
The will scream “racism”, and put the black vote in 90 percent lock step, dividing us all by color. Somehow the black poor don’t seem to see that their entry level jobs and salaries are being taken by “migrants” at depressed wages because of the onslaught. They still go and vote reliably D. Wages could rise if we closed the border. Blacks could get better paying jobs, absent the competition with illegals. Have you been on a construction site lately? I pass by two on this island daily. At 5PM there is a never-ending line of 4 foot 10 inch olive skinned hard hats leaving the job. All South American or Mexican. Not a black American worker in sight. Go back fifty years those used to be jobs blacks held. No more.
A helicopter overhead will give you a headache after a while. And still it drones on.
The entire subject is a headache.
We want the borders closed.
They remain wide open.
If there is a bigger disconnect between the will of the people and our elected leaders, I’d like to see it.
But you go ahead. Go ahead women, vote that “Abortion!” stance. Go ahead blacks, vote 90% for Biden and the Democrats. Don’t expect your application to go very far at the local construction site. Foment that race hate, how is that going for you?
If we don’t start voting them all out, it is all over. And I mean all over.
The American Dream murdered by our own.
Maybe that is how it was always going to end. Not at the hand of an outside power.
But at our own hand.
You don’t like to hear it, but that hand belongs to a Democrat. Full stop.
And still the copter blades roar, overhead.
Wasn't it Bernie Sanders who said that his Medicare for All plan required closed borders?