A Scar

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As we lead up to the November election - an election that is preposterous because one of the candidates may be in prison - we hear all about one issue more than another.

The border.

Back a couple of months ago there was a proposal on the table that would certainly not fix it - but would be an attempt at helping. 

A start.

The bill was dead on arrival because the House didn’t want to give the candidate who doesn’t belong in prison, a win.

The border fight is a confusing, complicated issue. It’s a scar that continues to grow.

Like the mass shooting problem.

Therefore, I don’t think about it much because it’s an issue that there is zero effort to truly fix it. 

It’s a political football, as are guns.

Reasonable people know that there are things that can be done…to repair both issues.

Unreasonable people want to ignore all possible solutions so that they can use it for fear to sell their agenda.

Democrats don’t want open borders.

Republicans don’t want to keep them all out - the people coming across are a huge part of the workforce.

Construction, restaurants, hotels, farms…

…they need the workers.

The workers aren’t taking jobs away from Americans - that work would not be done.

They aren’t animals coming across - they’re humans.

There is no viable way for immigrants to legally enter. 

The courts are overwhelmed. There isn’t a big, beautiful wall (and that was an absolutely asinine suggestion).

Just a scar.

Embarrassing that those tasked with solving the problems of the land are more interested in keeping the fight going.

I’m frustrated with the border crisis and the mental health issues and the guns…

…everywhere, in the hands of people who shouldn’t own a pair of scissors…

…but using any of the issues so that you can own your political enemy is useless.

And the scars remain.

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