On Elephants and Donkeys and all things Straight Running Crazy

Hello folks, let’s chat…I don’t pretend to be the sharpest knife in the drawer and I’ve never claimed to be the most politically astute person, which may explain why I am totally confused by a news story I just read out of Arizona. Perhaps y’all can help me out. Here are the high points.

The Arizona Daily Star is complaining that a certain section of the fence built on their border is too high because illegal immigrants are injuring themselves when they try and jump off of it. The paper has joined with other open border proponents to demand that the offending fence be, wait for it– lowered. Yes, their solution is to lower the fence.

So, I realize I’m meandering around where donkeys and elephants fear to tread– with the exception of Mr. Trump, and neither side knows what to do with him– but I’m thinking this belongs in our Straight Running Crazy file.

The fence at the center of this particularly ironic debate is fourteen foot tall, people. Papa’s tractor shed was taller than that and my sisters and I jumped off it on a regular basis from the time we were knee high to a grasshopper. Granted, we never got up the nerve to ride our bicycles off said building and stick the landing like some kids in our community, but that doesn’t mean we didn’t think about it.

But, really, that’s neither here nor there. If I’m following this story correctly, we’re talking about whether a fence designed to keep illegal immigrants from crossing our country’s border should be low enough to allow it to be illegally crossed, safely. Hello? Anybody?

Again, I’m not saying I have all the answers, but if y’all are worried about those folks getting hurt, y’all might want to rethink that revolving door. Take it from me. My BFF and I got caught in one of those revolving doors a couple weeks ago while visiting the Big Easy and the blame thing almost took my foot off!

What’s that? There isn’t an actual revolving door? Well, you could’ve fooled me…

Hugs, Shellie