Why Stop At Deporting Illegal Immigrants? - Let's Clean Up The Whole Mess Once And For All

It has been nearly three weeks since the resounding election of Donald Trump, and he has made his intentions very clear.  The promises made on the campaign trail - closed borders, small government, energy independence, a muscular foreign policy, strong military, and a rollback of the woke agenda - are now becoming fact.  His cabinet appointees are all dedicated to the tasks at hand, and given the trifecta - White House, Senate, and House - and the conservative Supreme Court, swift and uncompromising structural and policy changes are in the offing. 

 

What is most concerning to the Left is Trump's deportation policy.  On Day One of his presidency, he will authorize a clean sweep of the country to round up and ship out illegal immigrants.  This illegal, unconscionable, horrific cattle drive, say progressives, will be no different from Stalinist pogroms, Kristallnacht, and the dark days of the deportation of Jews from the Warsaw ghetto.  

It is exactly what the Left feared and warned the country against - Trump is the very reincarnation of Stalin and Hitler, a man of evil intent and autocratic will who will first remove all those who sought refuge and asylum, and then, in an attempt to remake the country in his white, xenophobic image, will put dissidents, naysayers, and cultural outliers into concentration camps. 

The MAGA deep state is now energized, confident, and angry.  The January 6th march on the Capitol was just a taste of what was to come.  Congress was easy pickin's, the first step to an extirpation, an expunging, a royal cleansing of America to return it to its originalist patriotism. 

Black people, gays, lesbians and transgenders will be scraped and hauled out of the ghetto, the gay bars of the Castro, and the flannel-and-jackboots quarters of Bernal Heights and interned, subjected to the worst kind of Pol Pot Year Zero re-education. 

'What's a mother to do?', moaned Amanda Blevins, a distraught, disconsolate, and grieving Harris volunteer, left hanging in North Philly after the election results were announced.  How could this have happened?  How could a good woman, a person of principle and good faith be so summarily tossed aside by the electorate.  Her defeat was a defeat not only for her party but for the millions of brown and black Americans who now would be sent packing or rounded up in cattle pens.  

Democracy as we know it is a goner, Amanda concluded; and as she looked around at the boarded up buildings, gutter trash, bent and swaying Fentanyl dopers, burnt out cars, and human shit, she began to cry.  What would become of these poor people?

 

But then, as she watched a grossly fat woman shove her buttocks out the window of her tenth story public housing block and piss down the side of the building, something in her snapped.  She was in the worst of all possible worlds, one without recourse or resurrection, a benighted, miserable place that should be all rights be shut down, emptied, and sealed off.  Honduran immigrants? she said to herself. Why stop there?

Years of progressive servitude, of hewing to the compassionate, considerate, generous lie passed before her eyes in a fast-forward reel of sheer stupidity - the slums of Anacostia, West Baltimore, St. Louis, and Detroit, and the billions of dollars of entitlements, walkin' around money, sinecures, and no-show jobs.  Decades of mollycoddling the irresponsible, the morally derelict, pouring money down the public sluice into a trough with nothing to show for it but piss-ant, in-your-face, fuck you animus. 

'Stop it!', her good angel said to her bad. 'These people are the unfortunate minions of servitude, legatees of slavery, Jim Crow victims who need love, accommodation, and caring'. 

'Bullshit', said her bad angel. 'They are nothing but unredeemable reprobates, a cancer on the body politic, disrupting goons who haven't contributed one iota to the commonweal'. 

And so it went, on and on, back and forth, until the volunteer was safely back home in her pleasant corner of Bethesda.  'How was the trip, dear?', her husband asked, giving her a hug, knowing the acid reflux she must be tasting after so humiliating a loss.

'Fine', she said.  'Just fine', and again the reels began to spin off their spools - Black Lives Matter, George Floyd and the blackened, soot-stained, crumbling remains of P.S 42, burned to the ground for no earthly reason.  

Her husband noticed a change in his wife, something remote...No, that wasn't it, bitter perhaps, or just plain angry, nothing like remorse or regret. 'What happened in Philadelphia?', he asked, but his wife was in no mood for talking to him or anyone.  After an epiphany one wants to be on one's one, keeping one's own counsel. 

 

One by one the progressive shibboleths came crashing down.  Gender fluidity, gender reassignment, sexual aberrants claiming God's grace.  Why, there in front of her was the Reverend Willa Allen, formerly Willard Baker Allen, eroto-maniac, former telephone lineman, father to bastards up and down the Main Line turned girly girl with a sacramental mission. Who would possibly listen to this fraud, this shamanic buffoon? 

Amanda Blevins short-circuit epiphany was not all that remarkable.  She suffered from a kind of intellectual idolatry not uncommon in women of her age, coming out of her own experience of paternal patriarchy, perceived notions of unfair privilege, and the guilt of whiteness.  She was innately, inherently, genetically conservative - a woman of fierce independence and individuality, who fell prey to blandishment and idle notions of progress.  It took only a look at the gross mess of a Philadelphia slum to wake her up, shiver her timbers, and set her straight. 

When this happens, the transformation is often exaggerated.  There is no more observant Catholic than a converted one, say Protestants, and the same is true in spades of progressives.  Once they see the light - and given enough time most do - the expression of newly-found commitment is something to behold. 

It took only boarded up buildings, dog shit, and Trump's promise of deportations to push her over the edge.  'Get rid of them all while you're at it, Mr. President', she thought but could not yet say, so deeply ingrained was her liberal conscience, battered and shopworn as it might be; but her intentions were there unmistakably. 

So for once the Left was right - there was indeed something insidious afoot.  It turns out that their hectoring, hammering, and intimidation had an unexpected effect.  Counter-reformation was only the meme of the Trump juggernaut.  So much resentment and anger had built up after years of whaling and whacking away at conservative values, conservative politicians, and good, old homebodies, that this was bound to happen.  The energy with which the new Administration took its mandate was fierce, fueled by a lot more than political philosophy. 

 

Trump had said before his first election that he would 'drain the swamp' rid the country of the stink and mire of Washington.  This time, after years of being the target of hysterical animus, witch trials, and smear tactics, he is pissed; and he has gathered around him men and women equally so.  

Pogroms, Kristallnacht, Warsaw ghetto again? Hardly.  Only the febrile notions of the defeated who simply cannot get over the humiliation of resounding defeat; but the new administration will not let the viral, infectious claims of the Left stand.  Gone will be racial pretense, gender presumption, and the weird culture of revisionist history.  

Amanda eventually calmed down and did the right thing - joined the Trump train. Epiphanies come and go, and most of us are sensible people, so a kind of moderated activism is what usually defines us.  It should be noted however that she became one of a latter day Mosby's Rangers, guerillas in the new civil war of contrasting values.