New Colossus Shithole

haiti slumPresident Trump called Haiti, El Salvador, and Africa shithole countries on Thursday. This sent Democrats into fits of vertigo because they apparently have never seen photos of any of these places. You don’t have to be able smell the human feces deposited on the public roads by locals or experience a gang rape with a side of HIV transmission to understand that three-quarters of the world is uninhabitable by Western standards.

I’ve been to a few shitholes. You wouldn’t want to live there, either. That’s why they want to come to the West.

We twenty-three cousins were the first generation of our family born in the United States, so we had a lot of access to why my grandfather packed up a wife and half a dozen kids to move to a place they had never seen that was six thousand miles away.

The short answer: It was a shithole.

Of course, shithole is a bit of a moving target, depending on speaker, time, and place. Millennials call any residence without broadband internet a shithole. I think any place where I can see my neighbors is a shithole.

However, crapping in the streets, roving gangs of brigands, tyrannical government, and child mortality rates approaching ten percent are probably fair hallmarks of a country that is a shithole, by anyone’s standard. If they aren’t, the only conclusion a reasonable person can draw is that the residents of said shithole countries enjoy living in squalor.

Every immigrant to any country in the world left his native land because he thought it was a shithole compared to the destination.

The West is a bitchin’ place to live. Especially, the United States, and despite, or possibly because of, several forays overseas on her behalf, that sentiment has only been reinforced. Those who want to leave are free…nay, encouraged to book passage to any nation that will have them. Nobody will miss them.

But they won’t leave.

How many whiners who complain about the West are willing set up shop in some third-world shanty-town with an open sewer running down the middle of the main street to bless the underprivileged locals with the benevolence and superior know-how they possess?

The answer is precious few, and fewer still who remain any longer than a Peace Corp-sponsored, working vacation to put off graduate school and having to get a real job.

The Peace Corp is the modern version of The White Man’s Burden.

A nation can have either a robust social safety net or unfettered immigration, but not both simultaneously. The United States has been trying to have both for fifty years, and we are on the verge of collapse because of it.

Prior to establishment of the welfare state, immigrants who did not or could not survive economically repatriated themselves, once it became clear they would starve to death. A substantial percentage did just that. It was a wonder of self-regulation. You either pulled your own weight, or you were out.

There were one or two in my family who faced that dilemma. They returned to Portugal, which by then had gone from a left-leaning monarchy to full-blown socialism. Nobody misses them, either.

The American immigration system, once a beacon that attracted the smartest, hardest working, and most likely to assimilate to the dominant culture, has degenerated into the world’s biggest welfare ward.

The occasional white collar professional surfing across the top of the sludge from his shithole country of origin does nothing to offset the tidal wave he rode in on.

Assuming the government and the New York Liberals cannot be forced to demolish the Statue of Liberty entirely, I suggest the following change to the Emma Lazarus poem, The New Colossus, inscribed on the pedestal:

Send me your energetic, your pure of heart, your vibrant go-getters yearning for free markets, the virile entrepreneurs who rise above their origins. Send these, the robust, tempest-weathering to me, I lift my lamp beside the golden door.


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