February 02, 2024
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Call me old-fashioned, but I’m of the belief that when you come to our shores as an immigrant, you in some way, shape, or form are seeking a better life for yourself and your family, and wanting or at least agreeing to assimilate to achieve that dream. In fact, there’s this poem that’s located somewhere at the base of the Statue of Liberty that says:
Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!
Funny how most leftists regard that poem as the literal law of the land, as if they have any regard for the actual laws of the land in the first place. As for me, I prefer the “reimagining,” as Hollywood types might say when they butcher an original film, of Emma Lazarus by Lou Reed in his song “Dirty Boulevard”:
Give me your hungry, your tired, your poor, I’ll piss on ’em
That’s what the Statue of Bigotry says
Your poor huddled masses
Let’s club ’em to death
And get it over with and just dump ’em on the boulevard
Ah, the halcyon days of 1989, when leftists were mostly left in the dust, seemingly never to return. Or so we deluded ourselves into believing. They love to twist history so that America is defined by its problems, and not by how we actually overcome or even try to overcome them—more than any other nation, society, or culture in history. There’s nothing wrong with Lou Reed or any artist examining poverty, squalor, and misery. It’s just that he and his A&R team didn’t think songs about success, hard work, and self-sacrifice sell all that well, the gag-inducing Sheena Easton “Morning Train” notwithstanding.
America’s problems do indeed exist. But what Lou Reed and so many others did not and still refuse to recognize was that the vast majority of immigrants who came here legally during those great waves from 1880 to 1920 and then postwar from 1945 to 1965 lifted themselves up by their own bootstraps and in doing so powered the light in Lady Liberty’s torch. They made it the beacon unto the world that it once was. As for the rest of America’s hungry, tired, and poor, they mostly remained hungry, tired, and poor after 1965 with the passage of the disastrous twin torpedoes of the Hart-Celler Act and then LBJ’s War on Poverty. The vast leftist welfare state as a means to acquire and maintain political power has kept them in misery for nearly three generations and continues to metastasize to this very day. That’s the terrible truth the left will never and can never admit, to themselves and certainly not to us.
So now we find ourselves in 2024, with a wide-open border, nonexistent immigration controls, and the poor, huddled masses of third world peasantry not only pissing on us but clubbing us to death via all forms of criminal activity up to and including assault, rape, murder, and mass death via the dumping of fentanyl, heroin, cocaine, crystal meth, and every other poison sucking the literal life out of the lost souls of postmodern societal dissolution. An erased border is bad enough. But when our legal immigration system relies on controls that amount to nothing more than holding a mirror under the potential citizen’s nose to see if he/she/it leaves any condensation as the only criteria for a green card (and a Democrat voter registration card), it’s a tossup as to which is worse.
Here’s what it says on the card one reads when you’re sworn in as a citizen. In light of current events, please try not to laugh too hard:
I hereby declare, on oath, that I absolutely and entirely renounce and abjure all allegiance and fidelity to any foreign prince, potentate, state, or sovereignty, of whom or which I have heretofore been a subject or citizen; that I will support and defend the Constitution and laws of the United States of America against all enemies, foreign and domestic; that I will bear true faith and allegiance to the same; that I will bear arms on behalf of the United States when required by the law; that I will perform noncombatant service in the Armed Forces of the United States when required by the law; that I will perform work of national importance under civilian direction when required by the law; and that I take this obligation freely, without any mental reservation or purpose of evasion; so help me God.
If you are indeed laughing at that, you’ll be positively ROFLMAO over this:
There’s a clip going around of Democrat Rep. Ilhan Omar talking to a group of Somalians about her allegiances and priorities as a U.S. congresswoman. What Omar says is instructive, not just about her general worldview but mostly (and more importantly) about how backward and destructive our immigration system is.
Omar is a woman of the left, but her speech over the weekend was pure blood-and-soil nationalism—for Somalia, not America.
She tells them she’s a Somalian first and a Muslim second. She doesn’t even mention the United States or her citizenship here. She promises to use her power and influence in Congress to protect her nation’s interests. (Again, that nation being Somalia, not America.)
Speaking in Somali, Omar tells the cheering crowd that her “top priority” is to expand Somalia’s territory. “As Somalis, one day we will go after our missing territories,” she says, referencing disputed regions in Kenya and Ethiopia.
She brags that the U.S. government “will only do what Somalians in the U.S. tell them to do. They will do what we want and nothing else. They must follow our orders, and that is how we will safeguard the interest of Somalia. We Somalians must have the confidence in ourselves that we call the shots in the U.S.”
Ilhan “Bro-Fo” Omar, ladies and germs. America’s sweetheart! Taylor Swift’s got nothing on her (although her possible endorsement of kohlrabi-in-chief Joe Biden could up her game). I call her Bro-Fo because she…
…married her own brother, Ahmed Nur Said Elmi, in 2009 and was still legally his wife. Seven years before that, in 2002, Omar had married a first husband, Ahmed Hirsi (previously known as Ahmed Aden), who fathered her three children before the couple divorced in 2008….
In 2018, Omar remarried Ahmed Hirsi. But in June 2019 it was learned that: (a) Omar and Hirsi together had filed joint tax returns in 2014 and 2015, while Omar was still legally married to Elmi, and (b) Omar and Hirsi had lived together during the entire time that she was married to Elmi.
All this lets one draw the very credible conclusion that she intended to commit immigration fraud to get that green card, as well as that great American pastime of tax fraud. Yet there she is, guilty as sin and free as a bird, proudly declaring her allegiance not to America but to Somalia. All this in between her nonstop screeds against Israel and Jews. Lots of lung power there. Kind of funny, as in disgustingly ironic, that she and quite a number of others on her side of the aisle rail against those who support the State of Israel as having “dual loyalties.” As for her? Crickets. There are already calls for her expulsion from Congress and even deportation, which would be well deserved but for sure will never happen.
So, Bro-Fo Omar not only utterly violates her oath of citizenship and her oath of office, she openly proclaims her allegiance to a foreign power. The incest is merely the cherry on the parfait. If only she arrived in the past three years she could’ve simply traipsed across the Rio Grande no questions asked. Meh, what questions? In the wake of 9/11/01, it was George W. Bush who declared that we weren’t at war with Islam and that it was a “religion of peace.” That’s when the great wave of legal immigration from Muslim lands started and has continued unabated.
In the years since then, we’ve had a slew of so-called “lone wolf” attacks in which authorities are puzzled by the motive or otherwise try to play down the shouts of “allahu akbar” as guns, knives, and even SUVs are used to mow down innocent victims. Now, with a wide-open border, we have more than mere Latin American gangsters, murderers, rapists, and drug smugglers, along with that vast underclass of hungry, tired, and poor illiterate peasants who have zero desire nor the requirement to assimilate, to worry about.
We are turning ourselves into Yugoslavia 1992 at best, and Malmo, Sweden, at worst. “Clubbed to death,” here we come.