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Reconsidering a Border Fence
I’ve mentioned before that I don’t want a border wall, per se, but rather would like a border fence. I’ve advocated a physical barrier both because I consider it a humane and practical enforcement mechanism, and because I think it evinces a determination to actually secure the nation’s borders and assert our right to moderate and control immigration. A double fence has always seemed to me the more practical (and, frankly, aesthetically acceptable) choice.
I now realize that calling for a fence was a mistake, for a reason I didn’t appreciate until now.
Consider: A fence is completely ineffective against straws. Straws are skinny, and even a chicken wire barrier is inadequate to prevent their ingress.
If we are to keep California straw-free, as the law increasingly requires, we’ll need a wall.
Published in Immigration
I live in Colorado. I’d love to stop emigration from California. I propose a swap. Colorado takes all the conservatives out of California, and returns all the loony leftists ruining this place. Then we wall off California.
Oh, and we’ll take their straws, too.
I had hoped Ricochet was already opposed to fences, instead of walls, due to the Pop-tart gun menace. With a so-called “chain link” fence,* sub-compact Pop-tart guns can fit through. Border Patrol has warned that increasing numbers of Tamarind and Sangria-flavored Pop-tart guns are being found in border-adjacent areas of the Southwest.
*”Chain link,” like “chain migration,” is obviously a racist term, and best avoided.
Your sober perspicacity is a balm.
(I just accidentally posted that somewhere else, and couldn’t figure out how to delete the comment. Now it’s blank, as if I were gathering my thoughts and reserving the soapbox for something profound. Ain’t gonna happen.)
I try never to careen, or to career. Heck, I barely have a career.