Long ago it seems, immigration used to have this semi-romantic aura about it; the poor and downtrodden, seeking opportunity to build a better life, looked to the United States as a place of endless possibilities to start anew. Families would come, with no more than the clothes on their backs and pennies in their pockets, seeking to become part of the great social melting pot that once was the United States. They brought their skills and determination; they went through the medical exams, learned our history, learned English; many were sponsored by citizens in order not to be a burden on a society they hoped they could help build. The country prospered as did they, their inexhaustible determination to succeed surpassed only by their pride to become American. Not hyphenated Americans. Americans. They were full of desire to produce more than they consumed, building a country they could be proud to stand and defend. A country they could pass on to their children who would become American born citizens. My family was one such group.


Don’t forget to visit Harvard. In-state tuition and all….

The great social experiment promoted by Kennedy and his party have put an end to all of that. There is no more “great melting pot”; we are like a spoiled fondue, congealing into barrios and little “Italys”, “China-towns”, “Japan-town’s; you name it, we’re balkanized by it. Be it a religion or a nationality, people are now encouraged to be different from one another, to take great pride, not in where they are and what they can become, but pride in where they’ve come from and how superior their abandoned culture is (or was). Now, the first thing many of them do is break the law to get here, shaking the dust of their lawless former countries from their shoes to find the nearest office of subsistence. They leave behind the hardship of countries in turmoil, not willing to stay and build their own better state. Unfortunately, they no longer come to build this one. (Yes, broad brush; before you get the vapors, not all…) And yet, they still desire to be segregated in enclaves, separate from the culture that once defined Americans; common language, common beliefs, fervent patriotism. Once here, they tell us how horrible we are, how racist, how uncaring. Of course, still not willing to give up all of their tribulations here for the homeland they still hyphenate with. And of course, after all the foreign aid we spend on these donor countries, we get to continue to support them further once here; ignoring the children of Americans who go hungry in Detroit, need medical care in New York or sleep under the overpasses in the south. Because, we are told by liberals, we are not compassionate. We are greedy and hateful; hateful because we want to defend our borders; racist because we want our laws enforced. Greedy because we would like to feed our own children first.

I wondered just how compassionate a mother could be who is willing to pay a smuggler to toss her ten year-old child over the border in El Paso. How compassionate is the country of Mexico, with stricter immigration laws than ours, allowing these children to pass through their country unfettered, only to allow them to overwhelm the abilities of the border-states to care for them. How indeed, do we become the pariahs in the press just because we can no longer be the country that gives endlessly, hiding the fact that we are near bankruptcy ourselves? Shame, my racism, some type of “phobia”, or just plane hate is showing.

What to do with these children? It matters not what we want to do with them. The administration, the Democrats and their PR wing in the media have pretty much determined that these kids are here to stay. And in a few years, their parents, aunts, uncles, step-sisters, god-parents, brothers-in-laws, nannies, goldfish, pet rocks, all will be welcomed to the great socialist country of America, where “those who have” are required by law or public shame to give to “those who have not.” Endlessly. Without complaint. This has always been the vision of the progressive wing of the Democrat party. Hope and change, ya know.

Someone once told me that my stance was ridiculous; it would be too costly to send them back. As if I was looking to get them all on JetBlu or United. Question; how the hell did they get here? If there was no hope of the free handout, if they were required to work for their government cheese, would they stay? Or would they find their way back, as simply as they found their way here? Why do I have to fund their exit when I didn’t fund their entry?

Simple really. For every illegal that crosses the Mexican border, Mexico pays the U.S. a stipend. Let’s say, a cool hundred thousand or so. Maybe Mexico would keep them from walking through the country and turn them back at their own southern border. How about a little common sense; the least this administration could do is to stop giving foreign aid to countries who won’t control their borders. Gee, how racist. I’m told that would only make it worse. Wanna bet? Let them live off the fruits of their own labor and they’ll squeal pretty loudly. Besides, all that money is having no impact on curbing the flow of illegals so it ain’t buying us much. Money that we could spend here at home on, oh I dunno, maybe getting a friggin’ veteran a much needed cat scan or at least an appointment with a doctor. Maybe fixing some of the schools in Chicago.

If you wonder why all of the unfortunate souls break our laws to begin with, leave aside the freebies and Democrat vote getting welfare program for a minute. Liberals see no problem with this at all. No borders, no problem. Borders are racist, elitist. This country needed to be fundamentally transformed anyway. Sometimes, they’ll even slip up and let you know how they feel. Poor Governor Patrick, he never saw it coming and plane loads of these illegals were shipped to his state of Massachusetts. Of course, he could have seen this coming if he wanted to, or if he honestly felt it was a problem. He only needed to ask Martha Coakley, his own states Attorney General about illegal immigration. She would have told him how it’s not “technically illegal to be illegal” in Massachusetts. Yes folks, that’s the highest legal officer in the state. And these folks keep getting elected and elected. Or at least he could have popped into any coffee shop in good old Cambridge. I’m quite sure that the good citizens of Cambridge would have filled him in on the fact that they have declared themselves to be a “sanctuary” city. Problem solved Deval; just bus them from Logan straight to Cambridge’s open arms and bottomless purse. For all the wondering why they come, no one is willing to admit that we send them the message to get their butts here any way they can, no harm no foul. If our government flagrantly ignores our borders and the laws written to defend them, come they will. En masse.

That’s okay though. The border-states just need to contract with Greyhound and send them to the following sanctuary cites around the country. Places like:


  • Los Angeles
  • San Francisco
  • Hartford and New Haven Ct.
  • Chicago
  • Cambridge and North Hampton Mass.
  • Portland ME.
  • Minneapolis and St. Paul
  • Camden, Newark and Trenton NJ.
  • Charlotte, Chapel Hill, Raleigh and Durham NC.
  • Portland OR.
  • Providence RI.
  • Austin and Dallas TX.
  • Alexandria and Virginia Beach VA.
  • Seattle
  • Madison WI.
  • Washington DC.

I mean, really, who wouldn’t want to hang out in Seattle or Washington DC on the public dole. North Hampton Massachusetts is a lovely place. How many of these wonderful undocumented-alien magnets have offered to take these wanderers? Anyone stepping up to the plate here? Hello? Bueller? Let’s let those who express the desire to care for the downtrodden masses do so at their own expense. I really want to see their principles in action. Maybe instead of our money, they’ll put their own money where their mouths are. But I doubt it.

With Liberals, it’s never about how much they are willing to spend. It’s how much they are willing to make you spend. Even if you don’t have it anymore. The price of their compassion is always borne by those who can least afford it.