Suppose you threw a small party for friends but a bunch of uninvited rowdy thugs showed up? “We demand a border Wall,” they chanted. ”Otherwise we are going to bust this party up!”
So you reluctantly say, “Yes to the wall” and that’s that. Or is it?
A few years pass. You finally dredge up the nerve to throw another small party. And the same thing happens again. Only this time it’s the entire Atlantic Ocean that shows up at your door uninvited.
This time you really are in danger.
This time you really do want a freaking wall.
But, sadly, there’s no money left in your budget for walls. You’ve spent it all on that stupid border wall. Bad choice.
Soon Los Angeles and Miami and New York City are gone. Swept away by the tides. ”Doh!” you say to yourself. ”I coulda had a sea wall,” instead of just a stupid Donald Wall-Banger hangover.
Now your entire apartment complex is under at least ten feet of cold ugly grey sea water. Now octopuses swim in your bathtub and sharks hang out on your couch. No more parties for you!
Unless you move to Montana or Mexico City.
Jane Stillwater is a freelance writer who hates injustice and corruption in any form but especially injustice and corruption paid for by American taxpayers. Her latest book is “Road Trip to Damascus.”