Every new leader must establish their own political triage. And for the Golden Emperor, there are four primary DC rats’ nests that must be irradiated, showered in acid, scrubbed with white phosphorus, heated to a molten slurry, then dried into pellets and launched toward the V616 Monocerotis black hole.
Those are the Justice Department(sic), DHS, State Department, and HUD.
Along with the presidency, simply returning these agencies back to the stewardship of two-legged animals has the potential to render remarkable results. With Trump’s pen alone, Obama’s “Dreamers” can be roused back to the reality of El Salvador, border enforcement reactivated, and criminal penalties for employing chicken helots enthusiastically pursued. Also recall from these pages: the president alone establishes our budgeted refugee intake. And for 2017, I’m willing to live with zero if Ann Coulter is.
Of these, we already know America’s only representative in the senate chambers, Jeff Sessions, is set to become attorney general. The Dems will obviously attempt to scuttle his nomination for raysis, though that will require the treachery of three GOP senators to be fruitful. And while GOP betrayal is about as rare as pubic lice in a bath house, the cuck caucus must know they are treading perilously close to oblivion. Thus I’m skeptical three of them are eager to fall upon our values so early in the administration.
This means Sessions will probably get the DOJ–and a hazmat suit on entry. If he simply broom-sweeps the entire “civil-rights” division alone, the man will have done more good for mankind than most saints. But to do that as well as initiating pitiless immigration enforcement and deportations would be elation beyond the asking until very recently.
With Sessions well-deployed, I am hopeful the Department of Homeland Security will go to Kris Kobach, who leans even farther toward the right flank. Of course the question to this point has always been just whose homeland this department exists to secure. And people with homelands near the equator might find themselves chagrined to suddenly cede its resources to those of us in America. But that’s just too bad; maybe next time they’ll know to turn out more than a paltry three million illegal voters.
After these two, the pantry of public fire-eaters grows a bit sparse. Though hands of equal force are desperately needed at State and HUD also. The former because of its role as the left’s global enforcement arm–imagine America muscling its vassal states toward nationalism. The latter for its many efforts to shove Sheniqua up your nostrils; none so pernicious as the Affirmatively Furthering Fair Housing Rule. “Fair” in this context taking its customary role of: what we don’t have of yours ain’t fair. Removing this prog ejaculate on the white suburbs must be paramount to the agency’s incoming head.
And finally, there is the DNA-caked halls of congress itself. It is there that the most courage must be summoned. As we’ve discussed previously, no amount of healthy virile Hate will salvage a situation that grants 1.1 million legal immigrants per year. Ending this in the form of Hart-Cellar repeal is a necessity.
And that brings me to the old familiar tale of how Indian mahouts train their elephants. Young calves are reportedly tied to a pole by very thin rope. This being sufficient to restrain the beast only in its larval stage. Though the animal learns while young that it can not break the bonds, and continues to believe the same even when they are older and easily can. They are thus bound not by any physical constraint, but their own psychological conditioning.
That string is what still holds us tethered to manifestly self-destructive immigration laws. The belief that to severely curtail immigration, pause it entirely, or state honestly from what source countries we’d prefer our immigrants is impossible. Because we have learned in our youth to do so is RACIST ANTI-IMMIGRANT. But we aren’t really held by these ooga-booga words. We can actually pass laws that accrue to our benefit. We can say that’s enough of you, and owe no foreigners any justification whatsoever. After all it’s our country, not theirs. And it’s our decision who we let in and how many. Middle Easterners (for one) have an abundance of sand to go pound if they don’t like the choices.
As critical as numbers are, there may be nothing so important as breaking this mental rope around our ankles. And when that happens, we’ll make the elephants great again.