While I'm first in line to wish the good ol' United States of America a happy birthday, the headlines these days do not bode well. I won't list all our troubles. After all, it's a holiday, but I will glance on one touchy subject.
The righties are all still pretty excited about the illegal immigration thing.
Now imagine a day when life on the streets of San Diego or Los Angeles or Phoenix doesn't look much better than life on the streets of Mexico City. When that happens, my dear fellow Americans, you can bet people will stop coming.
Don't believe me? Read this.
Imagine poor Uncle Sam, sniffing with doe eyes as he glances over his shoulder, wondering what happened to the shouting matches and shaking fists that clamored over the poor, tired, huddled masses yearning to be free. Like a has-been movie star that once bemoaned the frantic paparazzi, he'll miss them when they're gone.
Happy Birthday, America. You enjoy yourself today and have a few beers, although the party is already over. Sure there's always tomorrow, but really, how long can you keep waiting on tomorrow?
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