Carumba! I must have gotten some bad onions the other day, or maybe one
of those suspected illegal aliens working in the fast food joints I
frequent hadn't bothered to wash his hands after using the toilet
(again) and infecting me with something. Anyway, as I was lying in bed I
thought I heard small voices from the walls of my house. "We're just
here to work," said one tiny voice. "We're just looking for a better
life for our families," said another. I got out of bed and turned the
lights on. I went to the wall where I thought I heard the voices and saw
a bunch of termites eating the wood of my house. Good grief!
Now, in truth, the termites were just doing what termites do. They were
just working for their families. Termites are apparently very family
oriented. They are not evil or wrong in any sort of cosmic sense, but
what they naturally do just happens to be harmful to me. Good for them
is bad for me. Either I, as the kind and compassionate person that I am,
let them destroy my house, which would be good for them, or I get rid of
them, which would be good for me.
Well, to make a long story short, I got rid of the termites, but not
before some politicians wanted to give them driver's licenses, free
medical care and a free education in hope of getting their votes. And,
of course, I heard the usual sob-sisters sniffing that I was a
right-winger and a hater. "Yeah, I've got your right-wing right here,
Marxist Mary."
Now I have another problem. Yesterday, I heard even smaller voices
saying the same things as the termites. "We just want to work and have
better lives for ourselves and our children," said a multitude of tiny
voices. I looked and looked, but couldn't find the source of the voices.
Then I sneezed, and I threw up, and I felt very sick. Good grief! It was
the flu virus talking to me. I probably got it from one of those
criminals at the fast food joint. So, now I'm supposed to die because
the flu virus wants to have a better life in my body? The heck with
that. That kind of thinking might work for some of those mentally
defective doe-eyed neurotics running around the U.S.A who are screwing
up our country, but I'm not checking out without a fight.
This is my body, my house, my country. I don't want anything of mine
invaded by those who, by their very presence, will harm these things. I
wasn't put on this earth to be the passive host of anything that will
harm me. And, I just don't give a damn if it's termites, a virus, or
illegal alien humans who are just trying make better lives for
themselves. They have no right to harm me. I don't care if they love
their families. I don't care if they just want to work. I just don't
care. Their intent doesn't matter to me a bit. What I'm concerned about
is the effect of their presence on our economy, our culture and our nation.
Yammer...yammer...,of course they all want better lives for themselves
and their families! So what? Cockroaches, flies and dung beetles all
want a better life. The AIDS virus wants a better life. It's nature's
way to have all living things seek a better life. All living things want
to be comfortable. Flat worms in a Petri dish will move to an area of
the dish where they feel more comfortable. Germs will move to bodies
where they feel more comfortable.
It never ends. Some people don't move to other areas because they work
hard and build the place where they live into a place that is
comfortable. The American people have done just that. We've made our
place comfortable, for us. Now, other humans who are too stupid or too
lazy or too imcompetent to make their own places comfortable, figure
that they can illegally cross over our borders and take from us all the
comfort that we've built. What the heck are we, the universal hosts for
anything and everything that can crawl into our bodies, our homes and
our nation? Is that our purpose in life? Is that why we Americans exist?
I don't think so.