The people of a country that finds itself in the ridiculous position of being sustainedly at war…beneath a cloud of worldwide terrorism and over a cauldron of economic chaos…all the while with porous borders that practically invite cheap labor and/or violent crusaders, are obliged to either acknowledge and eradicate worthless government officials or admit that they themselves have no Will For Change. The People will fearlessly take on their Corrupted Government, honorably taking Corrupt Public Servants to fullest task, or the People will concede one of two things: Defeat or Complicity.
Elsewhere I will that Execution by Firing Squad should be the industry standard for capital punishment, but also that it is suitable penalty for conviction of Treasonous Corruption in Public Office. I will further argue that ALL corruption in Public Office is treasonous.
Here, I offer for contemplation possible solutions to our inexplicable but nevertheless enduring Fence Problem.
It is always the way, yes? A brilliant doctor cannot repair a frayed electrical cord. A brilliant professor cannot change a tire. A brilliant financier cannot manage a load of laundry. A model for governance once revered the world over cannot secure the borders of the country over which it presides.
If it is true of a baseball diamond that, “If you build it, they will come,” this is even more true of a fence…If you build it, they will NOT come. Fences keep people out. That is why people build fences at the borders of their properties. Unless we mean to globalize unto One World/No Countries, that is why America should also build a fence at the borders of ITS property.
A niece attends Cal Poly in San Luis Obispo, majoring in Landscape Architecture. They’re working on all kindsa cool stuff…all environmentally sound and energy efficient. A group of students is going to Africa in August, to build an eco-friendly playground at an orphanage. I will suggest that if our government would assign the job of building a fence to the students at Cal Poly, they would produce a fence of structural, aesthetic and environmental integrity before government officials could even decide at which shape of table to hold further discussion on Phantom Fences.
For that matter, the government could round up Illegals themselves and let THEM build The Fence. It would go without saying, except a government that lurches between Automatic Pilot and Knee Jerk Reaction necessitates that EVERYTHING be spelled out, the efficacy of this method would be reliant upon Illegals standing on the Mexico side of The Fence during construction. Offer them Amnesty in exchange for a Fence, and they’ll have that sucker up lickety-split…you want chain link or white picket?
Happily, it is unnecessary to involve Interlopers in building a fence to keep out Interlopers. America has able-bodied Unemployed aplenty, who show up on the first of every month to pick up General Relief and Food Stamps. TWO sums they collect…every month…year after year.
No doubt I have heard some whoppers from among the scores of homeless with whom I have spoken in the past couple years. However, comma, there are common threads that speak to Truth. “Waiting on a check from New Orleans” is a common theme. I will not be surprised to learn that slick shysters have snapped up prime French Quarter real estate for peanuts, and that they dole out penny-ante payments as a cross between “development costs” and hush money.
Early release from prison, along with a one-way bus ticket to another state is also a common theme. Sunny Southern California is a popular destination…sleeping on the street is one thing, sleeping in the snow is quite another.
But of this, I am certain. While whatever staggering number of homeless have suffered traumas and endure miseries that the snugly sheltered cannot fathom, there is also a staggering number of homeless who quite prefer life on the street, absent all structure and pressure. They do. This is also something that the snugly sheltered cannot fathom.
That the number of elective homeless is smaller than the number of crisis-based homeless is irrelevant to the reality that there IS a population of Drifting Loitering Drinking folk who simply choose to live out of doors…no overhead means no overhead…without schedule or responsibility or obligation or hurry or worry, who ALSO AND REGULARLY collect federal and state assistance. Read that, Political Largesse at Taxpayer Expense. Drink, panhandle, drink, shoot the shit, drink, rummage through trash, drink, bed down, drink, pick up welfare, drink…drink, panhandle, drink, shoot the shit, drink, rummage through trash, drink, bed down, drink, pick up welfare, drink. Daniel Raleigh Nicks says he’s been doing it since 1988…why would he lie to the person who bought his lunch?
A country that is unable to build effective deterrent at its border and that simultaneously finds itself with an extraneous population of Paid Drifters has, quite at the ready, a means to kill two birds with one stone…if only the squeamish, the Misguided, and the Uber Compassionate will bow to Reason and Reality.
If America will oblige everyone to come in for their welfare checks we can sort the Infirm from the Freeloaders, the Destitute from the Drug-Addicted, the Overwhelmed from the Overboards. Sorting the wheat from the chaff is preliminary to any reorganization. Crucial in any business, an honest inventory is no less vital to the Big Bad Business of Welfare.
Waaa-waaa-waaa, cry the Bleeding Hearts. What about “all” the people who are homebound in wheelchairs? They need only call us and let us know…and know that they will have to have medical records available for inspection by the Official that we will send out to deliver their assistance.
Those who are able of body and reasonably sound of mind shall receive no further financial assistance. When the country comes to its senses and accomplishes national healthcare, they shall be as welcome as any Citizen to come in to a G-Med facility for medical attention, but not another dime by way of freebie-here-ya-go cash.
Barracks-In-A-Barn is one plan for the Purposefully But Purposelessly Itinerant…rebels without causes or funds.
Another solution presents itself for consideration by open-minded and determined sorts, it bearing mention that open-mindedness and determination are required as never before in my lifetime. It is a two-birds-with-one-stone proposition, which typically resonates with American Consumers. It would ease the welfare roles…read that, provide relief to overburdened American Taxpayers…while simultaneously securing borders that are as open as a fraternity keg party.
Democratic and compassionate people will be inclined to dismiss the proposal as hard-nosed and far-fetched, which is as it should be. Society NEEDS democratic and compassionate people, to counterbalance man’s reliable tendency toward self-service at the expense of others. But I would draw their attention to the REALITY that we don’t have any more fingers to stick in any more holes springing in any more crumbling dikes. We’ve got bigger problems than we’re used to, and more OF them. And as best I can tell, not only are we declining Change wherever and whenever possible, this country is running on autopilot right into the ground and the People are clearly on board. What we’ve got here in River City is Trouble with a capital T…and Business As Usual.
At the end of the day, it’s not rocket science, think outside the box.
The Liberties is a section of Dublin, Ireland thusly named not to signify Freedom but to signify that the area once lay outside the city’s medieval walls, therefore beyond the city’s jurisdiction. There were multiple Fee Collectors in this outer limit section that specialized in weaving and mayhem, but regulation of “society” was pretty much a Free For All. Read that, Might Makes Right.
Deliberate Drifters, Bully Cops, aspiring Bully Cops, Hard Asses, Incorrigibles…give ‘em loner-sized land grants along the U.S./Mexico border. Here’s your mini-Ponderosa…there’s your fence line, minus the fence. Here are some mateials. Build your own fence, and guard it with your life. Here’s your shot gun and ammo…shoot to kill. Invaders, not each other…and not folk within range on the other side of the fence.
This, here, is your last stand. Work it or lose it…we’ve got plenty more of you where you came from.
We’ll airlift in government surplus food, the same way we do in other Hot Spots. Even so, y’all will want to think about gardening, girlie as it seems. You’ll figure it out, once your option is hunger. We’ll send the military through on an ad hoc basis…make sure it isn’t turning into Sodom and Gomorrah. Keeping aspiring Illegals as sex slaves or gophers or trophies, starting your own Coyote operation, cannibalism, shooting each other for sport…that shit will get YOU killed. By a firing squad, on the spot. Next!
A “natural” order always manifests. Leaders always arise…even, or especially, among Misfits. Overbearing Guard-types always exact order…very often also a pound of flesh, but the Tough Guys will sort that out amongst themselves.
Beastly, declare the Well Established…cruel and inhuman, cry the Well Heeled….barbaric, cry the Well Protected, each from the megaphone of his keyboard plugged in at his Ivory Tower.
It is not dissimilar to the manner by which Australia and New Zealand were populated and settled.
B-b-but that was then and this is now…we have civilized beyond such Machiavellian methodology.
Apparently not…one has only to look at our reinstatement of Torture.
Think of it like the Wild Wild West, niftily contained in the Sordid Southwest’s Bully Belt. Years and years from now, it is liable to be quaint in the manner of an old mining town…perhaps home to a future film festival. Recalling the production of cloth in Dublin’s Liberties in Dublin, it would be visionary to encourage an industry. Hemp comes to mind. Hemp could BE the fence…it grows like a weed.
Think of these former drains on the economy not as dregs of society, but as Minute Men of Last Resort.
If the concept still causes anguish in Christian hearts, think of it like Iraq…which is to say hardly at all.
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The author continued in the same spirit