The Other Human Wave: Yanqui Si, Cuba No…

Somewhat lost in all the hubbub over the refugee wave flooding Europe from Syria, Iraq, and Afghanistan (sound familiar?) is the fact that we’ve got our own little refugee problem right here in the USA. Remember those child immigrants washing up on the beaches of Texas from Central America last year, Guatemaltecos, Hondurenos, Salvadorenos, et al?

Nasty spot of bother that, breaking the rules by turning themselves in on arrival to the waiting arms of police and gendarmes, begging for food and some succor, Yanqui suckers, hard to call them ‘economic migrants’ when they aren’t even working age, anchor babies born a decade too soon.

We can add to that list now Cubanos, de tal, up until now content in their status as exiles-in-waiting, Guantanameros without benefits, now ready to bolt at the moment their island opens up for Gringo-turismo, get on board or get lost, serving mojitos and daiquiris, frijoles con arroz, everything but Batista and San Juan, Jesus and Little John…

The deal is that they get residency on arrival in the US, no waiting no fuss, so easy path to legality for Rubio and Cruz, presidency optional if you got the (foot) balls or the bucks; so now Cubans with means take a flight to mainland America, Central or South, then work their way up by hooks and crooks, then declare themselves Cubans to the pinche migra in Laredo, easier than a ninety-mile swim… American dream on the half-shell… Welcome!

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