April 12th, 2006
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| In an attempt to sort it all out, we hovered for a moment on a wild idea. Why not send the illegals to France? |
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| That is an enormous job — and fatefully complicated by the U.S. Constitution, which says that anyone born on U.S. soil is a citizen. How many of those 11 million to 16 million illegals gave birth in U.S. hospitals (or for that matter, in U.S. parking lots): Is it proposed that we undertake to separate these mothers from their children? |
| We do not have the exact count involving Operation Keelhaul, but it is estimated as being in the vicinity of 2 million. That was the number of Russians whom we agreed, however reluctantly, to repatriate to their motherland in 1945, so that Josef Stalin could keep his Gulags fully occupied. |
| We can’t predict what kind of a bill the Senate will come in with, after staring on television at the crowds who pledge themselves to life in America. But the challenge of mass deportations has got to play a role in our deliberations. One practical reform that we do have the power to enact is to repeal the provision in the 14th Amendment which confers citizenship on anyone born on U.S. soil. And then, laws are everywhere required to take sterner measures against voting by non-citizens. If we are going to be ruled by the mob, the mob should not show up with phony credentials. |
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When A Christmas Carol was written, the gap between rich and poor was immense. Among the poorer classes the average life expectancy was 22, and half of the funerals in London were for children under ten. There were a large number of employers like Scrooge who made huge amounts of money, but paid their employees only the most basic of minimal wages.
For those in an even worse position than the Cratchits, the situation was almost hopeless. ‘Are there no prisons? Are there no workhouses?’ asks Scrooge. There were many of both in Dickens’ time which simply punished the poor for their poverty. Dickens felt very strongly about this as his own father was sent to a debtor’s prison when Charles was a young child. Workhouses were shelters for those who could not support themselves, where they did hard work for a little food and a place to sleep. |
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Posted in Red-State America | By Willie Buck Merle