River of Tear

Trump is in office, and what a glorious start it has been.  It seems like finally—finally!—something is going to be done about illegal immigration.

Pictures and videos circulated yesterday of a chubby Mexican woman shedding crocodile tears upon realizing that the “punch-for-a-free-green-card” app the Biden administration had been running was no longer functioning, and all hearings for entry into the country via the app had been stopped.  It was glorious:

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I’m not normally one to gloat about human pain and suffering—I do understand why people are desperate to get to our awesome country and away from their pitiful hellholes.  But we can’t and shouldn’t take everyone in, and it seems like the majority of Americans have finally come around to that perspective.

The erosion of any semblance of heritage American culture has been so marked, it’s easy not to feel like a foreigner in one’s own country.  The throbbing hordes of unassimilated hooligans can go somewhere else.  I want the Rio Grande filled with the tears of migrants denied entry to and deported from our nation.  It’s what the American people want—clearly.  We voted for it.

Kahn could “cry a river of tear for Buckley“; now it’s time for illegal immigrants to cry a river of tear[s] for their thwarted ambitions to depress our wages and violate our women.

It will be hard.  It will be painful.  The media will tug at our heartstrings.  Aging BoomerCons will get squeamish.  But they have to go back.

They will go back.

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