What do unaccounted for soldiers, concrete, steel or papier-mâché barriers, Markie Mark, or Walla Walla, Washington have in common with border security?  They all contain a homophonic of ‘wall’, which, in and of itself, is as relevant, helpful or effective as the idea that a nineteen hundred or twenty-two hundred or three thousand mile, (variations of length are randomly, and passionately supported by geographically-challenged public blatherers), physical barrier between the United States and Mexico will have any more success at repelling marauding hoards than the Great Wall of China or the walls of Troy.  Walls, (by the way, older than the wheel, you uninformed moron), have rarely, in hindsight, been a successful strategic decision.  They take too long to build, (invaders seldom wait patiently by during construction), they’re a fun challenge to scale, tunnel or otherwise breach and, in the end, their real net worth can only be measured by the sale of the graffitied remnants at their dismantling.

In this dark, dark time of challenge to American democracy, our traitorous, Russian-pawn President and his befuddled Republican enablers have chosen to create a fantasy crisis.  They have thrown our country and the World, so reliant on our stability, into total chaos, as a shirtless Putin cackles delightedly from atop his favorite steed.  We are, right now, in the throes of the alien invasion that is supposed to, (don’t any of you Right Wing fucktards go to the movies?  [I don’t think I have Tourette’s, but I just could not not go there]), get us to forget our trivial differences and join together to beat it back.  But, this is that other Hollywood scenario where half of the country has signed on as collaborators while the rest of us twig-wielding rebels wait for a tribunal to announce the already-obvious impropriety and collusion that will come too late to make an impact.

How can this awful, awful excuse for a man who has manipulated the brown-shirted obedience of lawmakers and misinformed citizens, sapping true patriotism for hate-based nationalism, be allowed to continue his in-plain-sight destruction of every positive stride we have made as a country…the country that he has now shut down on a royal whim?  An evil jester is wearing the crown.  Isn’t this when the palace guards grow some balls and drag him off to a dark, damp dungeon…ironically, surrounded by impenetrable walls?