Anchor Babies

In case you hadn’t noticed, the Supreme Court understands politics, and its decisions often reflect political realities.  It is one of three branches of the federal government, and when it acts against the desires of its co-equals, the legislative and executive branches, simultaneously, it treads cautiously.

This is the argument for passage of a statutory interpretation of the 14th Amendment with respect to anchor babies.  Such a statute would state unequivocally that the language of the Fourteenth Amendment does not support birthright citizenship.  Rob Natelson has a piece in Today’s AT in which he dispassionately analyzes the relevant law, and concludes that without such a statutory interpretation the Court would most likely rule in favor of birthright citizenship.

I emailed Rob, asking him if he thought this approach had merit.  He replied that, legally, it did not, but in the real world it does.  Since we live in the real world it should be pursued.  Tomorrow I hope to meet with local staff of my Tea Party Congressman, Tom McClintock, and request that the Congressman introduce such legislation.  If it became law, signed and enforced by the next President, it could have a substantial impact on how a legal challenge to anchor babies would be resolved.  This idea is not new, and legislation may have already been introduced.  If not, I fully expect McClintock to do it.  Stay tuned.

Kindly Dr. Carson is surging in Iowa, and this is meaningful, somehow.  Really?  It just proves we aren’t ready to get serious.  If I was polled, I might pick the Kindly Doctor, just because I like him so much.  Send a message, in this case a positive one.  It has nothing to do with anything beyond that.

Like everyone else, I look at the polls for clues about what’s happening.  But, for God’s sake, how many times does it have to said  — polls five months before the first votes are cast have virtually no predictive value.  But if a poll agrees with what I think I’m seeing with my own eyes, I consider it a form of validation.  And what I’m seeing is the death of Jeb!’s campaign.  It’s over.  He’s toast.  We can thank Donald Trump for that.  Jeb! never had a chance, but the Donald did us all a service by dispatching him early in the cycle.

Thanks, Donald.  Whatever else you accomplish is gravy.

You learn things on the internet.  I’m in the Comments section at AT and some guy says Trump is very popular in the black community.  He’s referenced, positively, in a lot of rap.   Maybe they like his support of affirmative action.   No, just kidding, they like his swag, his cockiness, his whole shtick.

I’ve always gotten along with blacks.  When I was a kid in Richmond my buddy and I wandered into the black part of town, and some kids started throwing rocks at us.  So I started to go for them, and take them on.  They were about our size.  But my friend wouldn’t go, so we walked away.  “Them are n……s,” he explained.  That didn’t make any sense to me.  So what?  They threw rocks at me.  I want to kick their ass.

That’s always been my attitude toward blacks.  Treat them no worse, and no better, than anyone else.  Show them respect as fellow Americans.  Do not condescend.

I got my license on my 16th birthday, and my car the day next.  Naturally I had to figure out a way to get beer.  I heard somewhere that if you asked the right kind of black guy, they’d buy beer for you.  So I drive into the black part of Berkeley and find a big liquor store at a busy intersection.  There’s fifteen or twenty black guys hanging out there, drinking from half pints of whisky.  They seem like O.K. guys, so I get out of my car and ask one of them to buy me a six pack.  He says, “Sure” so I hand him a five and in he goes.  I feel a little awkward standing there with these guys, mainly in their twenties and thirties.  I say something about Willie Mays, but they’re not interested.  Out come the guy with my six pack and the change, which I tell him to keep, and thank him.

I did this all the time. I guess it wouldn’t be smart for a white boy to do it today.

Things were better when I was a kid.

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