
A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away, a malevolent clown promised a country that didn’t want it a “perfect” and “beautiful” wall on our southern border to keep out scary brown families – aka “drugs, crime and rapists” – daring to seek a better life, and also Mexico would pay for it, “Mark my words,” which, too bad for him, many did, after which they quickly realized it was a crock. So was the sordid, chimerical rest: In the end, instead of his much-touted, 2,000-mile wallapalooza, we got a pointless, shoddy, racist, laughably partial, “not engineered to last,” frequently sued and constantly besieged “environmental catastrophe” funded by a deeply resistant we the people after its bloated budget soared from $8 billion to over $25 billion, in part thanks to 200 sketchy “contract modifications” – aka bribes – granted to a small group of pre-selected, fat-cat GOP donors, thus rendering the wall’s […]
I suppose that updating immigration policy would have required reading, thinking, and working with Congress, not just watching TV, so that was apparently written off as not within his skill set.