Sunday, January 06, 2019
... and I'm slowly leaving my park ranger identity and assuming the role of private citizen. The fact that -- not only has the break in the daily routine of going to work been upsetting -- but that I have need now to remind myself by sneaking peeks at my cellphone to see just what day I'm in the middle of. Reminding myself that I'm old and that not remembering what day this is may be the first symptom of the dreaded Alzheimers!
I'm also beginning to disconnect from the need to never speak harshly of anyone in federal government since I'm an employee of same. That means that I listen to our fearless leader responding to questions from the inquiring press when asked if he ever thinks about the federal workers now idle and without paychecks ... "most of them are in support of my position!" Not!
I miss not only my paycheck, but those friends with whom I spend my days, the audiences who come to hear my presentations, those moments before entering our little theater when I sit behind the exhibits at the windows facing the waters and watching the soaring gulls and brown pelicans, the sassy crows, the cormorants and other unidentified birdlife, the graceful sailboats, the Bay Trail cyclists, and the wind in that giant eucalyptus that stands just off the entrance to our Visitor Center. I miss the interrupted rhythm of my life and work, in this, the most important and final period of my life.
Then -- as I allow my mind to wander -- I think to myself that this nation is protected by not only the southern border, but by the Atlantic and Pacific oceans on the East and West, plus a one-third longer northern border that stands undisputed and open! Were I a terrorist, where do you suppose I'd choose to enter?
And why, do you suppose, have I never seen a chart where "illegals" from above that northern border were quantified and challenged? We've been told almost daily about the estimated 22 million "illegals" who are in this country from Mexico, Honduras, El Salvador, Guatemala, etc., but never have I seen a figure for those from Canada who've over-stayed their visas or who are in this country without the required permission or authority.
The "elephant in the room"?
You don't suppose ... .
Nah. It's just that we don't want those from s--t hole countries! Denying entry to our democracy by skin color would be unthinkable, right?
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