The Final Endgame of Comprehensive Amnesty Reform
Our cognitive block here is the assumption that all people are equal, which means “identical” in the common parlance, and thus that we can just replace a whole bunch of our people with others and everything will be fine. Even more, however, I think our people want to be replaced. They want to die. Just not now, but they want to know they destroyed this society. Because they hate it. They hate it for being weak, for being in a state of dying, for being a hateful place that sucks them in and makes them whores to money with no greater purpose.
America has a significant and over-arching problem. A problem that explains the flaccid economy and the dystopic dysfunction that is Bulletmore, Murderland or Chicago, ILLinois. It’s a problem that a very smart and evil man-spider named Charles Schumer has figured out and that a very ambitious and amoral man name Marco Rubio suffers from as he seeks to acquire more power and dominance. It’s a problem that arises when a civilization spends itself out and doesn’t understand and believe that it has a purpose beyond being a giant pez-dispenser of goodies to a clamoring populace. We are a nation that no longer believes that it holds any particular special moral high ground and the immigration debate in Congress is just another attempt to either fix this problem or make it go away.
Schumer, Rubio and the rest of the Gang of 8 seek to make the problem go away. If you have a population that you believe sucks and can’t cut it in the modern world, you can solve this problem two ways. You can upgrade this populace and seek to improve them as human beings, or you can hose them out the way Hercules cleaned the Augean Stables and replace them with harder workers. Senator Rubio explains below.
‘There are American workers who, for lack of a better term, can’t cut it,’ a Rubio aide told me. ‘There shouldn’t be a presumption that every American worker is a star performer. There are people who just can’t get it, can’t do it, don’t want to do it. And so you can’t obviously discuss that publicly.’
So you bring in the new work force. Hose the losers into a ghetto or trailer park somewhere. Keep their EBT Cards filled, let them watch NASCAR, smoke blunts and drink their 40oz. OEs. Why? Because that’s all the Schumers, the McCains and the Rubios of the world think that the work-a-day, non college-educated American is good for anymore. The elected leadership and the cognitive elite of this nation now believes that the typical guy who just does his job and gets his diploma is an ineluctable, moronic jerk-off who would have been no better than an Epsilon in Aldous Huxley’s Brave New World.
Way back when things were rotten, a younger, less-decayed RMJ sat in a Roman History Course and listened as a talented and inspiring professor explained why 3rd and 4th Century AD Romans didn’t particularly care whether stinking, rapacious barbarians did the Mark Gastineau Sack Dance in the Temple of Mars Ultor. She did so by reading us a poem written by Greek Poet Constance Cavafy. The poem, ironically entitled “The Barbarians,” expresses the utter self-loathing and contempt the Romans had developed for their own civilization by the time the barbarians crossed over the Danube.
Why did our emperor get up so early,
and why is he sitting at the city’s main gate
on his throne, in state, wearing the crown?
Because the barbarians are coming today
and the emperor is waiting to receive their leader.
He has even prepared a scroll to give him,
replete with titles, with imposing names.
We toady to the Modern Barbarian. We give it all away because we don’t believe our current civilization has the guts or ability to even bother enforcing the laws that we passed but no longer believe are moral or ethical to even enforce. If we pass this amnesty to avoid, you know, offending people who have illegally crossed our borders, than it isn’t just the American Worker who can’t cut it. It’s America that doesn’t measure up. If you believe the Gang of Eight Amnesty Reform should pass, roll up your American Exceptionalism and go wipe your butt with it.
And what do the people believe? If Cavafy’s poem effectively captures the mood of a stoned and tuned-out majority queuing up for their next month’s EBT Card, than these verses could well apply.
Why this sudden restlessness, this confusion?
(How serious people’s faces have become.)
Why are the streets and squares emptying so rapidly,
everyone going home so lost in thought?
Because night has fallen and the barbarians have not come.
And some who have just returned from the border say
there are no barbarians any longer.
And now, what’s going to happen to us without barbarians?
They were, those people, a kind of solution.