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Carumba!
I must have gotten some bad Mexican onions the other day, or maybe one of those
suspected illegal aliens working in the fast food joints I frequent hadn't bothered
to wash his hands after using the toilet (again), and infected me with something.
Anyway, as I was lying in bed I thought I heard small voices from the walls of
my house. "We're just here to work," said one tiny voice. "We're
just looking for a better life for our families," said another.| I got out of bed and turned the lights on. I went
to the wall where I thought I heard the voices and saw a bunch of termites eating
the wood of my house. Good grief! |
Now,
in truth, the termites were just doing what termites do. They were just working
for their families. Termites are apparently very family oriented. They are not
evil or wrong in any sort of cosmic sense, but what they naturally do just happens
to be harmful to me. Good for them is bad for me. Einstein got it right, it's
all relative. Either I, as the kind compassionate person I am, let them destroy
my house, which would be good for them, or I get rid of them, which would be good
for me. |
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Now
I have another problem. Yesterday, I heard even smaller voices saying the same
things as the termites. "We just want to have better lives for ourselves
and our children," said a multitude of tiny voices. I looked and I looked,
but I couldn't find the source of the voices. Then I sneezed, and I threw up,
and I felt very sick. Good grief! It was the friggin' flu virus talking to me.
I probably got it from one of those criminals at the fast food joint. So, now
I'm supposed to die because the flu virus wants to have a better life in my body?
The hell with that. That kind of thinking might work for some of the mentally
defective doe-eyed neurotics running around the U.S. who are screwing up this
country but I'm not buying it. I'm not checking out without a fight.
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This
is my body, in my house, in my country. I don't want anything of mine invaded
by those, who by their very presence, will harm these things. I wasn't put on
this earth to be the passive host of anything that will harm me. And, I don't
give a damn if it's termites, a virus, or illegal alien humans who are just trying
to make better lives for themselves. They have no right to harm me. I don't care
if they love their families. I don't care if they just want to work. I just don't
care. Their intent doesn't matter a bit to me. What I'm concerned about is the
effect of their presence. Yammer, yammer, of course they all want better lives
for themselves and their families! So, damn what? 
Pond
scum wants a better life. Dung beetles want a better life. The AIDS virus wants
a better life. It's nature's way to have all living things seek a better life.
All living things want to be comfortable. Flat worms in a Petri dish will move
to an area of the Petri dish where they feel more comfortable. Germs will move
to bodies where they feel more comfortable. It never ends. Some humans don't move
to other areas because they work hard and build the place where they live into
a place that is comfortable. Americans have done that to the U.S. We've made our
place comfortable--for us. Now, other humans who are too stupid or too lazy or
too incompetent to make their own places comfortable, figure they can just walk
across the border and take over all the comfort that we've built.
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What
the hell are we, the universal hosts for anything and everything that can crawl
into our bodies, our homes and our nation? Is that our purpose in life? Is that
why we exist? | # # # |
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