Author’s Note: In case you’re not aware of what’s happening at the US southern border — if you’ve been inclined to ignore it, if you’ve chosen not to believe it, or if you have no knowledge of or regard for the concept of national sovereignty — this post definitely will not make your day.
While observing the farcical, costly, and profoundly sad political theater (which we can’t call a crisis, of course) playing out at the southern border of the United States, it occurred to me the existential calamity being permitted (deliberately encouraged) to go on there constitutes a classic chicken/egg scenario:
Which did we lose first, our dictionaries or our minds?
country (noun): an area of land that has its government and official borders
border (noun): the line, limit, or delimiting geographic feature that separates one country, state, province, etc., from another
By the time we lose our national sovereignty (remember sovereignty?), it won’t matter which came first. The net effect will be the same: The loss of this federal republic, this grand experiment in individual liberty, which we’ve been giving away since the day it was constituted in 1787.
The deliberations of the Constitutional Convention of 1787 were held in strict secrecy. Consequently, anxious citizens gathered outside Independence Hall when the proceedings ended in order to learn what had been produced behind closed doors. The answer was provided immediately. A Mrs. Powel of Philadelphia asked Benjamin Franklin, “Well, Doctor, what have we got, a republic or a monarchy?” With no hesitation whatsoever, Franklin responded, “A republic, if you can keep it.”
Without the border that used to separate the United States from Mexico, neither of those countries is a country any longer, by definition. (Cue the obligatory Citizens of the World Speech.) Any quaint, vestigial notions of sovereignty went south (but not to the border which no longer exists), along with equally passé concepts like social order and protecting citizens — their health, their safety, and their economy.
There’s a word for this. It’s anarchy. But, like crisis, we’re not allowed to say that. As a matter of fact, we’re not even allowed to see it (as if the mainstream media would even report it).
People say we’re living in ever more complex times. The truth, though, is that the majority of us have simplified things dramatically: If it’s not on CNN, CNBC, MSNBC, NBC, ABC, or CBS — if it’s not in The New York Times or The Washington Post or if it’s not on Twitter, Facebook, or Google — it’s not real. Period. What could be more simple than that?
It’s hard not to think of the line from the old Pogo cartoon strip right about now: “We have met the enemy, and he is us.” I suppose it’s easy enough to take the individual liberty and self-determination we were granted 234 years for granted. That liberty and that self-determination have been whittled away gradually enough that we haven’t been shaken from our comfortable complacency. Besides, anything we might have had to do for ourselves will be taken care of by Big Brother. The good news is that dude’s benevolent as hell, right? The bad news is some wake-up calls come after the point at which it’s too late.
We stood and watched the storm clouds gather
Watched as mountains turned to sand
We let them steal our future
And did not raise a hand
Not quick enough to anger
Far too slow to understand
Here’s an idea: According to the United States Census Bureau, there were 122.8 million families in the US as of 2019. If every one of those families that thinks open borders (an oxymoron) are a good idea adopts just one of the people or families that come into the country illegally and pays all their expenses (which we’re going to do anyway with our taxes) we’ll have this whole mess whipped, at least until the number of illegal immigrants exceeds the number of American families who think this travesty is a good idea.
Finally, today’s Pop Quiz is a three-part question:
When illegal aliens are given the right to vote (that’s coming sooner than you think):
Do the math, kids.
We chose to walk away in silence
Was it fear or apathy?
The noose began to tighten
We found it hard to breathe
Not quick enough to anger
The chicken/egg question posed at the beginning of this post is actually one of cause and effect: Because we lost our dictionaries and our corresponding regard for language, logic, meaning, and the consequences of losing those things, we lost our minds.
How about now? Can we be angry now?