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  • hardie karges 1:03 pm on December 30, 2015 Permalink | Reply
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    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!

     
  • hardie karges 9:33 am on December 28, 2014 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: ebola, , IMMIGRATION, ,   

    Advanced Eschatology: R.I.P. 2014 

    Don’t you just love the latest FaceBook silliness in which we proudly proclaim, “It’s been a great year. Thank you for being a part of it!” Really? 2014 was a great year? In what parallel universe did that occur? Or is it just wishful thinking? Or are we just sheep following our leaders off the cliff, the dance leaders, that is; like Rome before the fall, or the last cabaret in Hitler’s Berlin? Now denial—like hero-worship—is nothing new, and FaceBook is not known for high intellect, but this is a new low.

    And that’s saying something for a medium specializing in silly pet tricks and reverse child psychology that goes something like: “I love my mother-in-law. Do you love your mother-in-law? If you do, then please ‘like’, follow, or share this post. I know that most of you won’t, but I want to see how many of you will.” What rubbish.  Did you know that ‘likes’ are now currency? It’s true. What Marvel Comics super-hero are you, anyway? I’m Captain America…

    More importantly, which part of 2014 did you like the best: the Ebola epidemic, maybe? Now there’s a memorable series of moments, death destruction and denial, in which highly-paid pundits and Math 101 extrapolaters (i.e. bloggers) predicted that there would be a cool Mil (1,000,000) number of victims by now. In actuality: “As of 23 December 2014, this outbreak has 19,648 reported cases resulting in 7,645 deaths.” (Wikipedia)

    Ouch. And then there were that not-so-lonely band of lovable losers known variously as ISIS or the Islamic State or The Artists Formerly Known as ISIL, in which bad Fashion Police finally claim turf, proclaiming cleavage illegal at penalty of amputation, and wayward thoughts illegal at penalty of beheading, all of which prompted Noam Chomsky to declare the probable ‘end of history’. Now I’m no huge fan of Chomsky’s politics or his linguistics, but he may have just nailed this one—shut. Give Boko Haram honorable mention in this category. (More …)

     
    • Kc 5:28 pm on December 28, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      yes, way way too much b.s. going on. r is out of his mind. do not know how to deal w it. he is getting violent and is certain that i am poisioning his food, so he refuses to eat. weighs less than 120lb, still, insists on drinking everything he can get his hands on. yea, happy new year to you also.

    • Esther Fabbricante 9:55 pm on December 28, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      Powerful – the power of your words and your thinking and conclusions!
      Living one day at a time seems almost precarious.

  • hardie karges 7:36 am on July 28, 2008 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: citizenship, IMMIGRATION,   

    If it’s shocking that there are stateless people in the modern world, 

    it’s even more shocking that it’s not uncommon at all. You would expect it in refugee situations of outright war, of course, but not otherwise. This is part of the problem, of course. Nations aren’t anxious to hand out citizenship and its benefits to casual wanderers. The world has only recently had firm borders, lines on a map defining states. They’ve never played much of a role in the lives of tribal people. Tribal people don’t get stamps in their passports when they cross borders. Most don’t even know the exact date of their birth, nor the full extent of their families. Morals break down easily in the outback, as do nationalities. In Thailand you have to prove your citizenship constantly, in the form of a national identification card and house registration. This promotes home ownership, of course, rendering anything else ‘not official’. Did I mention that rental rates are very reasonable in Thailand? Of course, now that Thailand has moved up the economic ladder, illegals do much of the work that Thai nationals won’t, or at least not for cheap. More than anything else, it seems that governments must constantly justify their existence by enforcing the rules and reinforcing the boundaries. Only an innate love of bureaucracy threatens freedom more than Communism or Islam. The political choice has always been freedom vs. control; the only question is ‘whose’?

     
  • hardie karges 9:37 am on March 30, 2008 Permalink | Reply
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    IMMIGRATION 

    We’re all immigrants here, crossing oceans in search of something better, we know not what.  We worked until our backs ached and our spirits almost sank, saving every last penny for the long voyage to an unknown land with only scant knowledge of what lay ahead, just rumors and gossip.  The only thing that bound us together was faith in a God so close that we could feel it in every breath we took.  Crowding into steerage, we unrolled our bags and broke our bread, passing it around so that all could share.  The people nearby spoke another language, but it didn’t matter, because we’re all Americans now.  It’s always been this way.  It’s human nature to explore, see everything there is to see, look for something better on the other side of the hill.  Primitive men didn’t wander over the Bering Strait or over the vast oceans.  They were driven, in the candy-flake streamline baby of imagination.  The American Happy Hunting grounds were the all-you-can-eat buffet of all times, mammoth, camel, and horse for the taking, mammal, bird, and fish for the baking.  The stupid creatures never knew what hit them.  They’d never seen apes dressed in imitation of them selves.  They were laughing so hard that they never saw the spears flying, nor ever felt points so sharp.  “Those apes are good,” were the last words they ever thought, if indeed they could think.  Surprise is the greatest weapon ever invented, experience taking advantage of naivete’ standing there with its mouth wide open in a windstorm, hunger taking advantage of bounty in all its nakedness.

     
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