E'ffen Immigrants

I don't have a Green Card. But I did bake these cookies!

There are over 500 members of the combined houses of the United States Congress. Now that they were finally able to peel a piece of gum off the bottom of their collective tennis shoe and temporarily patch the debt ceiling, they are turning their bipolar affective disorder to immigration legislation.

Does anyone else see the irony in this? A collection of over 500 individuals-- virtually none of whom can claim an indigenous heritage in this country, the vast majority of whom can trace their lineage across one of the two oceans that kiss our sparkling shores-- are wrestling over just how to control the number of "foreigners" who want to gain access to this sweet land of liberty.

I understand that undocumented immigrants turn up in our emergency rooms, maternity wards, restaurant kitchens, and baby nurseries. I know this adds unknown expense and hardship to our already overburdened  train wreck of a social welfare system. The thing that drives me crazy is the attitude of outrage over the number of people who want to "invade" our little corner of the planet. Invade it just like their parents, and grandparents, and great grandparents, all the way back to the Mayflower.

I'm guessing there is more than one nation of Native Americans that wishes they, too, had been a little less lenient when that little boat first hit the shores of Plymouth Rock.