So this is the bigly week our Orange Overlord gets to judge which of the eight submitted prototypes will supposedly wind up being our country’s great border wall facing Mexico. He’s even winging down to National City/Imperial Beach (a suburb of San Diego, the last U.S. community before the border) to look ’em over and give his doll-sized thumbs up.
Let’s get real. Sure, he’ll have his wondrous populist/nationalistic photo-op, he’ll select the design he thinks is most domineering and ominous… And his buddies in Congress will NEVER agree on how we’re going to fund the construction of this spiteful, bigoted boondoggle; and bet lunch Mexico will never, ever consent to pay for it.
All this screaming from Donnie Doublescoops and his xenophobic and racist supporters is just blatant scapegoating. It’s always so easy to blame one’s own woes and shortcomings on some foreign “enemy ” or other. Any tin pot tyrant in history has used this classic ploy. It’s more difficult to realize WE cause our own problems, and that WE have to work together to solve them.
Yeah, sure. Maybe a mile or so of this hideous separation might get erected. But rest assured, with all the hassles of whose real estate gets mangled and what rivers we cut off from rightful users, it won’t get any farther than halfway across California’s edge.
A fitting monument to our Mango Mussolini’s quitting and lack of commitment; a curious eyesore freely mocked by bystanders and neighbors. Back in 1987, Deplorable Donnie’s “hero” Ronald Reagan berated Soviet Premier Gorbachev to “tear down” the Berlin Wall. Walls don’t make good neighbors; bridges and doors help a lot better. What would Ronnie say?