Letter to Claire (my heroine)
Claire,
First off, I love you...or, maybe, actually, truth be told, I'm probably just a bit over-infatuated with your wit, wisdom and especially your cajones. However, like all relationships, ours seems to have hit some turbulence on this circuitous journey to Libertyville. I'll be the first to admit: I'm quite the pathetic excuse for a stalker; actually, I don't even know where you live.
However, just in case you ever decide to come out and meet me first hand, well, make sure you bring your spanglish translator along; because California has, over huge geographic areas, become little more than Baja super-norte. And while I don't have any beef against Mexicans, or any other subspecies of homo sapien sapien, for that matter, I do have a problem with this ludicrous idea that "they only do the work that Americans won't do!"
For this patently Bokanovskovic-ish line of thinking there is but one word: BULLSHIT! I'm sure the illogic of such an idea requires no illumination for one of your mental horsepower.
I'm no eugenicist. My wife is a bona fide Mexican (she prefers the old, politically incorrect title over "Latina"), my two sons are Irexicans, many of our close friends are also Mexicans. And the majority of them seem to agree, to one degree or another, that not only are our personal livelihoods being threatened, but that our culture (such as it is), our educational system (again, such as it is) and our already-bankrupt socialist health care system are being destroyed by an unchecked flood of "job-stealing furriners," as your folks in Hardyville might put it.
While my proclivity for anti-social behavior leads me, naturally, toward a Libertarian point of view, I also have this pesky streak of pragmatism which keeps blurting out: Sure, I'll forget that there's any such thing as a border...as soon the Mexican goverment commits hari kari and installs a Libertarian-ish bureaucracy in its place.
That said, and since it appears our greenhouse gasses have precluded the possibility of hell ever actually freezing over, heres the plan: All California males, sometime between the age of 21 and 30, are eligible to spend six months at the border as a border guard. It'll be rough, primitive, no frills, camp-out time, spent mostly out in the wilderness, for weeks at a time. This six month service will serve as tax-payment-in full, for state income- and all other forms of taxes. (Yes, we'll have to hammer out some deal with the Washington royals, but one step at a time, please.)
The BGC (Border Guard Corps)troops will be armed, but will have strict orders to NOT use firearms, nor any other form of violence, unless fired upon or otherwise assaulted first. Their function will be to act as eyes and ears, and trackers, in order to locate and pursue any illegals for arrest by the Border Patrol. (Yes, of course there will be abuses, which will be dealt with accordingly).
Will we get all of them? Of course not. Do you ever really get rid of cockroaches? No. But if you don't do your best to make their miserable little lives...well, even more miserable, then pretty soon you've got gazillions of cockroaches eating up your food, fouling your water, spoiling your living space, etc, etc.
And, VOILA!, there it is. One small step for Freedom, one giant step for self-sufficiency. (Sorry, but being my brother's keeper, at least for now, ends at the border)
Anyway, keep up the great work, Claire. Your "voice in the wilderness" was, literally, THE turning point in my sociopolitical evolution, and I'm still evolving (or at least I hope I am). Who knows, maybe someday I'll join the real radicals and "get back to the land." But, until then, I've got to figure out some way to get these structural steel beams up in the air, without hiring any illegal aliens---all the legal, non-union ironworkers seem to have disappeared...to whiter pastures. If you see any in Hardyville, and if they're willing to "do work that Americans won't do," tell 'em were hiring here at ZZZ Construction.
With heartfelt gratitude,
Jefferson
First off, I love you...or, maybe, actually, truth be told, I'm probably just a bit over-infatuated with your wit, wisdom and especially your cajones. However, like all relationships, ours seems to have hit some turbulence on this circuitous journey to Libertyville. I'll be the first to admit: I'm quite the pathetic excuse for a stalker; actually, I don't even know where you live.
However, just in case you ever decide to come out and meet me first hand, well, make sure you bring your spanglish translator along; because California has, over huge geographic areas, become little more than Baja super-norte. And while I don't have any beef against Mexicans, or any other subspecies of homo sapien sapien, for that matter, I do have a problem with this ludicrous idea that "they only do the work that Americans won't do!"
For this patently Bokanovskovic-ish line of thinking there is but one word: BULLSHIT! I'm sure the illogic of such an idea requires no illumination for one of your mental horsepower.
I'm no eugenicist. My wife is a bona fide Mexican (she prefers the old, politically incorrect title over "Latina"), my two sons are Irexicans, many of our close friends are also Mexicans. And the majority of them seem to agree, to one degree or another, that not only are our personal livelihoods being threatened, but that our culture (such as it is), our educational system (again, such as it is) and our already-bankrupt socialist health care system are being destroyed by an unchecked flood of "job-stealing furriners," as your folks in Hardyville might put it.
While my proclivity for anti-social behavior leads me, naturally, toward a Libertarian point of view, I also have this pesky streak of pragmatism which keeps blurting out: Sure, I'll forget that there's any such thing as a border...as soon the Mexican goverment commits hari kari and installs a Libertarian-ish bureaucracy in its place.
That said, and since it appears our greenhouse gasses have precluded the possibility of hell ever actually freezing over, heres the plan: All California males, sometime between the age of 21 and 30, are eligible to spend six months at the border as a border guard. It'll be rough, primitive, no frills, camp-out time, spent mostly out in the wilderness, for weeks at a time. This six month service will serve as tax-payment-in full, for state income- and all other forms of taxes. (Yes, we'll have to hammer out some deal with the Washington royals, but one step at a time, please.)
The BGC (Border Guard Corps)troops will be armed, but will have strict orders to NOT use firearms, nor any other form of violence, unless fired upon or otherwise assaulted first. Their function will be to act as eyes and ears, and trackers, in order to locate and pursue any illegals for arrest by the Border Patrol. (Yes, of course there will be abuses, which will be dealt with accordingly).
Will we get all of them? Of course not. Do you ever really get rid of cockroaches? No. But if you don't do your best to make their miserable little lives...well, even more miserable, then pretty soon you've got gazillions of cockroaches eating up your food, fouling your water, spoiling your living space, etc, etc.
And, VOILA!, there it is. One small step for Freedom, one giant step for self-sufficiency. (Sorry, but being my brother's keeper, at least for now, ends at the border)
Anyway, keep up the great work, Claire. Your "voice in the wilderness" was, literally, THE turning point in my sociopolitical evolution, and I'm still evolving (or at least I hope I am). Who knows, maybe someday I'll join the real radicals and "get back to the land." But, until then, I've got to figure out some way to get these structural steel beams up in the air, without hiring any illegal aliens---all the legal, non-union ironworkers seem to have disappeared...to whiter pastures. If you see any in Hardyville, and if they're willing to "do work that Americans won't do," tell 'em were hiring here at ZZZ Construction.
With heartfelt gratitude,
Jefferson
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