Well I thought that this might happen. Nothing like turning satire into a raging debate of immigration. The problem as it stands is too far gone. Illigal and legal immigrants have been coming to this great country of ours since the early 1600's, before America was America, with no apparent culmination in the near future. The issues that our elected officials have is deciding who is going to get screwed the worst. Because rest assured, somebody is getting screwed. This problem has no viable solution and will never go away. Just to play devils advocate, let's examine the "why's" of all immigration, not just mexican.
Economic Opportunity - People want a better life - better job - more money
Political Refugees fear for their lives
Some want free atmosphere
Forced Immigration (Slavery)
There are two types of motivation for immigration;
Push(need to leave in order to survive)
Pull (attracted to new way of life)
The who's of past and present immigration...............Anybody in your blood line in there?
Irish, British, Italians, Russians, Greeks, Slavs, Eastern Europeans, Armenians, Germans, Austrians, Hungarians, Scandinavians, Africans, Chinese, Cubans, Latins and so on and so on.
The Irish, in their large numbers, were looked upon as a drain on society. They were not liked, because it was generally thought that they took too many jobs away from the public who was there already. Many help wanted ads included the phrase "Irish need not apply."
Polish - Were treated with little respect and formed their own communities
Italian - Italians were treated with some respect but not much and formed their own communities. Most came here to see family
Jews - Were treated with little respect and formed their own communities
Asian - Were treated with no respect but formed their own communities
This country is truely a melting pot. That is exactaly what makes us great. That is also exactaly why we are almost universaly hated. Tolerance and acceptance is apart of our culture, it is exactaly why all these people want to come here.
Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand
Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame,
"Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!" cries she
With silent lips. "Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore,
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"
"It is not the function of our Government to keep the citizen from falling
into error; it is the function of the citizen to keep the Government from
falling into error."