The Facebook group for the Customs and Border Patrol people (and 9,500 out of 20,000 of them are members. I expect the others just don’t spend much time online.) that was just exposed by congresswoman Alexandria Ocasio Cortez is truly gross and disgusting. Which is about what you would expect from gross and disgusting men doing a gross and disgusting job, which they volunteered for because they are gross and disgusting. And sexist. And racist.
And cruel. When these border patrol people were little boys, there is no doubt in my mind they tortured small animals for fun. When they were in high school, they were the hall monitors. Sucking up to power so they could get a small bit of power which they could use to lord it over people with even less power.
Evolutionarily, it is the Alpha Male thing. When we were apes, traveling in small groups, it made sense. A cruel sort of sense, which put most of the males in any group into a life of subjugation, and all of them into a state of stress, but it got our species from where it was then to where it is now.
Now, though, it is time to move to a higher level. With the arrival of AI, and limitless clean power sources, and space travel, and exploration into realms we never even knew existed, mankind is evolving and we have to decide what we want to be.
I vote for a kinder, gentler human race. Bullying assholes like those working now on the American Mexican border need to be out of a job, at the very least, and moved to some position where they can’t hurt anybody. They probably also should be removed from the gene pool. For the good of us all.
Gross and Disgusting People – What Can We Do About Them?
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Thanks Willie! This is an insightful blog on the Border Crisis. People conveniently forget that those people coming from Mexico do the jobs that American citizens wouldn’t even want. Also, even though it sits outside NY, but the Statue of Liberty is for all of the races/nationalities when it says:“Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, the wretched refuse of your teeming shore,” she wrote. “Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me, I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”