Who Needs Borders?

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What would the world look like if there were no borders separating countries? The answer is a 2016 version of pre-historic times. That is, a world filled with people, buildings, roads, parks, plazas, and all things we cherish as necessary to live a full life with people roaming about killing, stealing, raping, and pillaging at will.

People would be able to wander freely from one place to another without passports or VISA’s. Why would they be necessary? Since there are no defined borders would there even be countries? How would the world be governed? Would we rely on the feckless United Nations to rule? How would we communicate? Languages would still be a means of separation. What about laws? Whose laws would we follow? How would economies be handled? No doubt, people would migrate from place to place for jobs, but would there be tariffs? Who would we pay taxes to? Would there even be taxes? If not, how would we pay for infra-structure and services like police and fire? Which police department would respond to a 911 call? What if your house was on fire, whose fire department would be called?

No, no, that’s not what we mean by open borders say the Progressives. We vision it to be more like Europe where there are open borders between countries, but the countries retain their right to govern their own country. Even the European Union has borders meaning that they had to draw a line somewhere. People within the United States, Canada, and Mexico can move freely between their own states and provinces even though the states have their own borders. At what point would someone moving from one country to another be expected to follow laws? Whose laws. Imagine a territory along the USA-Mexican border where citizens of each country melt across the border into each other’s territory but follow the laws of their own country while living in the neighboring country, and voting in each other’s elections.  Would police, if there were any, have to enforce the laws of two countries within this zone. How large would this melting-pot-zone be? Once the zone is defined we are back to borders again.

Those who are learned in World history will know that in the beginning when the dinosaurs and cave men roamed the earth there were no borders. Circumstances caused an evolution of people to collect in groups for the purpose of safety. Their language evolved into a unique way to communicate. As these groups wandered from place to place they began to realize that some of their neighbors had a better hunting ground, more water, or more shade, whatever, then began to raid each other to get the same for themselves. Pretty soon a leader emerged who decided he was above all his subjects and he defined a territory that was his. These ruled territories evolved into countries, and the leaders were called Kings.

North America was inhabited by Indians who had no defined borders, but there was always fighting between tribes over something. The result was they defended an area which was their turf. They had open borders, but they fought over hunting grounds regularly.

If Progressives continue to pursue an open border policy, it is my opinion that the USA should just annex Mexico and Canada to end all arguments about how to control the borders between us. We could mix the money and accept dollars, pesos, and looneys. Americans could  go to Canada for free health care, and poor Mexicans could come to the USA for free health care as they do now, except Canadians would still come to the USA to and pay for healthcare to get cured before the disease killed them. Rich Mexicans would get the same benefits they do now, but which they don’t share with the poor Mexicans.

Muslims entering this new borderless mega-country could set up their mosques in the deserts of the south where it as sandy and as hot as it is in their home countries. They would fit in well with the rattlesnakes and wild pigs roaming the area, and since many Mexicans still embrace Christianity, there would be plenty of infidels for them to convert.

Canada would still speak English with a funny accent, except for Quebec which will speak French. All road signs will be in four languages, English, Arabic, Mexican, and French. Speed limit signs will be in mph and kph; distance signs be in miles and kilometers.

Businesses will answer the phone with a directory of buttons to push in order to speak the language of your choice. Labels on food packages will be printed in multiple languages around the cans or on the sides of boxes. Bags will be printed flat and there will be a small space allowed for the product identification. Nutritional values will be listed in both US and metric units.

Schools will cease to teach history because no one will agree to learn about cultures other than their own. Teachers will lecture into a microphone and students will have ear-phones to hear the lecture in their home language. Each school will have the flags of all three countries. The pledge of allegiance will be to all three flags. Special sections in the gym and lunchroom will be designated for the gang you belong to. Students will all sport a school logo tattoo on their upper arm. When a kid transfers schools a large black x will be tattooed over the former logo and the new logo added above. School buses will be routed the same, except drivers will be required to speak all the languages spoken by the students.

If by now you haven’t figured out that I am being facetious, I am. Progressives do however take all this seriously and believe that the world can be ruled by a single leader whose initials will be BHO, or HRC.

 

 

A Trip To Rome

A woman was at her hairdresser’s getting her hair styled for a trip to Rome with her husband.
She mentioned the trip to the hairdresser, who responded: “Rome? Why would anyone want to go there? It’s crowded and dirty. You’re crazy to go to Rome. So, how are you getting there?”
“We’re taking Continental,” was the reply. “We got a great rate!”
“Continental?” exclaimed the hairdresser. “That’s a terrible airline. Their planes are old, their flight attendants are ugly, and they’re always late. So, where are you staying in Rome?”
“We’ll be at this exclusive little place over on Rome’s Tiber River called Teste.” “Don’t go any further. I know that place. Everybody thinks it’s going to be something special, but it’s really a dump.”
“We’re going to go to see the Vatican and maybe get to see the Pope.”
“That’s rich,” laughed the hairdresser. “You and a million other people trying to see him. He’ll look the size of an ant. Boy, good luck on this lousy trip of yours. You’re going to need it.”
A month later, the woman again came in for a hairdo. The hairdresser asked her about her trip to Rome.
“It was wonderful,” explained the woman, “not only were we on time in one of Continental’s brand new planes, but it was overbooked, and they bumped us up to first class. The food and wine were wonderful, and I had a handsome 28-year-old steward who waited on me hand and foot. And the hotel was great! They’d just finished a $5 million remodeling job, and now it’s a jewel, the finest hotel in the city. They, too, were overbooked, so they apologized and gave us their owner’s suite at no extra charge!”
“Well,” muttered the hairdresser, “that’s all well and good, but I know you didn’t get to see the Pope.”
“Actually, we were quite lucky, because as we toured the Vatican, a Swiss Guard tapped me on the shoulder, and explained that the Pope likes to meet some of the visitors, and if I’d be so kind as to step into his private room and wait, the Pope would personally greet me. Sure enough, five minutes later, the Pope walked through the door and shook my hand! I knelt down and he spoke a few words to me.”
“Oh, really! What’d he say?”
He said: “Who fucked up your hair?”

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Who Me? A Socialist?

Last night I plopped into my lounge chair late and began channel surfing for something worthwhile to watch. What I stopped on was the Democratic Town Hall meeting in Ohio. Bernie Sanders was first up. It is the first time I had an opportunity to hear him speak, and I listened intently. Sanders is a good speaker, much better than Obama. He makes some sense explaining his policies, and I can see why he excites young people. His proposal to make public colleges free to everyone is one of his more popular giveaways.

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What disturbed me is that he never really explained what his programs will cost, nor where he will get the money to support them. He did stress often that the one percent should have to pay more than they do. He included corporations, and banks in the one percent. By the end of his hour, I tired of hearing all the free programs he wants to initiate. He made real sense when he spoke of Obama Care crippling small businesses and killing the economy with the high cost of health care. He said a single payer government paid for system would be much cheaper, and small businesses would thrive without that burden. He failed to mention that the taxes a small business would have to pay for having free health care would be even more prohibitive. My conclusion is I’m glad I listened to the man speak. Now I am absolutely convinced he is a nut job, and I did’t come to that conclusion by listening to  sound bites. My God, with all the free stuff, why would anyone want to go to school much less work for a living? We could all go lay on a sunny beach and live off the dole. I wonder if there would be any sand left for me to lie on?

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Hillary came on next. Frankly, I couldn’t stomach the woman for more than a minute. She began by pounding Trump. She couldn’t stop demanding that Trump take responsibility for the demonstration in Chicago. All I could think is that this lady (excuse me for calling her that) who doesn’t know what responsibility is demand that her opponent be responsible for all the evils in the world. When Hillary takes responsibility for duping the country with her Benghazi video lie, or for killing  Ambassador Stevens, or for enabling her sex maniac husband to molest women, or for using a private e-mail system to do government business against the law, then perhaps I will take note of what she has to say. Until then, listening to Hillary tell me that Donald Trump should take responsibility for the morons who stopped him from speaking to Chicagoans falls into the same category as me becoming a socialist.

Shame on Chicago

Congratulations Chicago, city of my birth, for once again leading the country in embarrassing revolts. Aren’t you proud of yourself as a great city. A city that prides itself on being Democrat, and of being complete jerks. Your population cannot intelligently debate or argue issues, so they immediately incorporate Rules for Radicals approaches to solving problems. How naive you are to allow yourself to be goaded into violence by a man who allied himself with Nazis during WWII to send his fellow Jews to the gas chambers. Chicago, ruled by an associate of the dictator himself, has proudly allied itself with the communist creed.

I’m all for Socialism provided the leaders include themselves in the misery. I will become socialist on the same day when all from the top man down have the same privileges as the common man. If that is not clear let me state it another way. When Barack Obama and his entire cabinet, and all the bureaucracies, and agencies, the Congress, the Senate, and the Supreme Court all receive the exact same remuneration and rights. No Beast, no Air Force One, no White House, no private or Swiss bank accounts, no body guards, nothing, just the exact same pay and housing we the people get, and you live in the same small apartment you give me. The same holds for all entertainers, bankers, CEOs. All of them will do what they love for the exact same pay. There will be no mansions, no limousines, no private planes or first class flights. They will be the same.

If you can make that work Chicago, then I will play your game. In the meantime, I will remain a conservative capitalist who clings to my religion and guns while you continue to roll downhill into the Utopian abyss of equal outcomes for all.

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Guess who this is?

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I Hated Bingo Until Now

My dislike for Bingo began when I was a child. Dragged by my mother to accompany her while she sat placing markers on the cards awaiting to win the big prize. I had to sit quietly, and share her misery as she lost game after game. Then, this morning I opened an e-mail and got a new version of Bingo that I think I might be able to like. As they say, one picture is worth a thousand words.

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