Dream On
What the hell kind of people are we?
We dumped a 23 year old Dreamer with traumatic brain injury from childhood at the Mexican border where he had no one to meet him and promptly got beat up. He has lived in the United States since he was 9 years old.
We have far too many ICE agents if this is what they are doing.
DACA status is not handed out like candy. If you’ve never seen what it is before, take a look here.
We made a deal with these kids when we took their paperwork and their $495. We made a deal.
And then we became Trump bullies, afflicting the afflicted and comforting the comfortable.
Bring Juan Montez home.
There is a special place in Hell for these so-called people. They are Mole People.
1This is what happens when in the name of Senate ‘congeniality’ feckless politicians fail to perform their democratic “checks and balance” duty. Evil gnome and racist Jefferson Beauregard Sessions is our top lawman. Freedumb!
As for the ICE agents performing their ‘duty?’ They might want to google the Adolf Eichmann excuse. History does repeat itself. Take heed, agents. That excuse didn’t work out so well for Eichmann.
2The Eichmann thing is appropriate. They really are following more in his footsteps than any others.
3I just finished a book called The Newcomers, about refugees attending a Colorado high school. The trauma these students had to endure getting that far is incredible. I wish every member of Congress would read the book, but I won’t hold out hope that our illiterate so-called president would even get through the first page.
4The U.S.A.Today story quotes Donnie Douchebag as saying “I do have a big heart.”
5Apparently that’s in comparison to the size of his……..fingers.
I have no appetite for the taste of soap.
@BarbInDC
Reminds me of my favorite mole jokie. Well my only mole jokie.
Papa mole, Mama mole and Baby mole wake up from hibernating in their den just as spring was to arrive. Papa mole sticks his head out of the hole and says “Mama I think I smell Spring”. The Mama mole sticks her head out of the hole and says “Papa, yes for sure that’s the smell of Spring”. The Baby mole on his tippy toes can’t quite reach up to the hole, hanging onto Mama sniffs and sniffs and says “hmm … all I smell is Mole Asses”
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