If you can't beat 'em, join 'em.
I've been trading emails back and forth between a trooper I know down in SW Texas and a good friend that lives in the Big Bend area. I found myself sending the following in an email this afternoon:
Every time I hear about how stemming the tide of illegal immigration is impossible, I ask, "How do you know? We've never tried to do it, yet."
Every time I come across a bona fide mojado, who admits that he's an undocumented alien, who makes no bones about having come across illegally, I'm generally ready and willing to get his butt documented by his deportation process. But we're regularly being told that ICE won't bother with them unless we catch them with at least a Class B or greater crime.
Will a fence work? I don't know. Why don't we try it and see.
My friend who works at DPS licensing bureau is being told to accept Border Crossing Cards that are only supposed to be good 70 miles north of the border, to give honest-to-Gawd Texas ID cards, which then turn into licenses.
I'm dealing with El Paso insurance agents that are giving insurance to undocumented aliens, even though they don't have a Texas drivier's license, and the State Board of Insurance won't do anything about it. This is a shame, because if they don't have license or insurance, I can tow their car. If they only are missing one, I have to give them a ticket. (Dept. policy, which is common in many departments).
Given the rate at which we're devaluing the nation AND losing rescouces with regard to population, I have the solution: Annex Mexico. They should jump at the chance-- better quality of life, US dollar, Medicare, Social Security, better emergency response, etc. Even better environmental situation. In exchange, we get their resources, we move our southern border down to Guatamala (much easier to patrol), and we get 'em all documented and tax-paying.
I'm not sure I'm joking about this. Actually, I'm beginning to get pretty sure that I'm not joking.
The more I think about it, the more I like it. No more accusations of xenophobia. I don't want to export them-- I want to make them my countrymen! :)