Do it to your house. Tell us how it goes.
The Texas massacre shooter killed that family, kids.
Fours times he'd reportedly been deported.
Really makes a mockery of the immigration system.
The 'boys and girls' at the US/Canadian border crossings and airports do a great job policing the US immigration rules.
So polite, so efficient, so protective.
At the other end of the country though, the officers try hard too, but are seriously let down by the "open borders" mentality.
The United States is a Sanctuary Nation with a Statue of Liberty inviting the refugees from around the world.
And luckily we have the Equal Opportunity Act of 1964 and the Fair Housing Act of 1968 so that all people in America have an equal shot for a job and housing. We also have Labor Unions to help the poor people to get paid a fair wage and to have good treatment, a Mexican Immigrant has the same rights as a Canadian Immigrant when it comes to Unions.
I live down here by the border with Mexico, Mexico is only 100 miles away from here, and I have been to Mexico to help orphans with Youth For Christ, and I love Mexico. And Jeb Bush met his wife while helping to build an orphanage in Mexico.
Just because there are criminals in the world does not mean that Mexico is bad or that Mexicans are bad.
The way to help Mexico is with education, libraries, trade, investments in the ports in Mexico, allowing the Mexican Truckers who drive in the USA to join the Teamsters, and Christians can help in Mexico the way I did as a teen when I was in Youth For Christ, the young Christians can help in Mexico.
And we need to make our immigrants legal so that they can call the police to report crimes.
Mexico is great and the Mexicans are great, they just need help. And my Grandmother went to Mexico to open Gold Mines and she helped to bring paved roads, running water, telephones, electricity, radio, television, etc, to some very poor parts of Mexico, she loved Mexico.
Sad about the Texas shooter, but you cannot blame all Mexicans for what one bad man did.
Salute,
Tony V.
