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Send Boatloads, Not Plane Loads, of Migrants to Eastern Seaboard Sanctuary Cities

Ultra-wealthy liberal communities don’t want to handle an ultra-thin fraction of border-crossing illegal immigrants

Published

8 months ago

September 17, 2022

Jeff Davidson

The Über-Liberals of Martha’s Vineyard got a tiny, tiny taste of what Texas and Arizona endure every hour, of every day, with no end in sight. What a wonderful glimpse for all the world to see: how an ultra-wealthy, sparsely populated island, in a virtual sanctuary state, handled a thin fraction of border-crossing illegal immigrants, yearning to be free! They sent them away in less than a day.

All those yard signs, all that virtue-signaling, and it all added up to what? Gross hypocrisy. Then the blame game started. DeSantis and Abbott… they are simply evil men, using the poor as political pawns. How do we know? The liberal press is blasting out this message via bullhorns.

As any thinking person knows, the blame lies in Washington, DC thanks to the lax administration of Joe Biden, his lackey Kamala Harris, and the super-incompetent Secretary of the Department of Homeland Security, Alejandro Mayorkas.

Making the Dollars Go Further

Apparently Governor DeSantis had to pay handsomely to fly the 50 “exploited souls” to Martha’s Vineyard. However, here is a solution for sending even more, at a far lower cost per person. Buy or rent one of the many cruise ship for sale from the cruise companies which have been hit hard over last 30 months and that now seek to reduce some of their inventory.

Personally, having cruised 39 times, and I can tell you that the these big ships can comfortably accommodate between 2500 passengers. The mega-ships can accommodate 4500. For a short trip up the Atlantic coast, doubling and tripling the number of family members in each room would sum to nearly 10,000 on one voyage. From Texas, navigating the Gulf of Mexico, or directly from Florida, heading up the Atlantic Ocean, a ship could reach Massachusetts within three days.

During the time of the voyage, the facilities on board are excellent. There are health clubs, saunas, steam rooms, a running track, and even a swimming pool or two. These guests of Joe Biden, transported by governors, would actually enjoy themselves on the way up, and then, by golly, be rewarded via the largesse that represents the good people of Massachusetts.

Fulfilling Sanctuary Dreams

Governor DeSantis, as well as Governor Abbott, employing cruise ships could then supply all the sanctuary cities along the Atlantic Seaboard with exactly what they’ve been begging for. After all these years, hey, why not make a wonderful delivery to Baltimore, and then Rehoboth Beach, Delaware where the Bidens frequent?

And how about 1,000s of migrants delivered to Atlantic City, New Jersey, and the Hamptons in Long Island? Don’t forget Bridgeport and New Haven, Connecticut before proceeding to Newport, Rhode Island, Nantucket, and Boston. For good measure make some deliveries to the resort towns in Maine.

What a marvel to behold, as these self-described caring destinations welcome thousands and thousands of migrants, all at once, and artfully absorb them. Sure, there will be some adjustments; such locales will have to spend big bucks for food, shelter, and clothing for these new arrivals… and then find them longer term homes and jobs. So what if local schools are not equipped with foreign language teachers and curricula so that the new children can get up to snuff? Isn’t that what sanctuary cities are all about?

Just Checking In

Let’s revisit all of these places one year later and see exactly how these welcome guests have feared. How about crime? Have they had run-ins with the law? What about the schools? How about public health? Let’s take a very accurate snapshot of what happens on the day they arrived, versus one year later, two years later, and three years later.

Having people dumped into your community, or your home for that matter, despite liberal virtue-signaling, represents a huge change in how you live, and how they live. It’s humanitarian to help a migrant in need. Thousands of migrants, or tens of thousands of them, all at the same time, dropped into a community is not a humanitarian gesture, it is an attack on your way of life.

As Henry Kissinger famously advised then German chancellor Angela Merkel, helping one person in dire need to come to Germany is a humanitarian gesture. Having great masses come to Germany threatens your culture.

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Honoring All Mothers on Mother’s Day

Attacks on motherhood and Mother’s Day are no less than the attempted repudiation of all that we hold dear

Published

2 weeks ago

May 14, 2023

Jeff Davidson

Despite the continuing theatrics of the Left, I can state with 100% confidence that you had a mother and were born as a result of your mother, a biological human female, being pregnant and bringing you to term. I can further claim that at birth, you were either a boy or a girl. Your mother was impregnated by a male. So, you had both a mother and a father and your birth was able to occur.

Rightful Acknowledgment

Held on the second Sunday of May, Mother’s Day has long been a holiday revered by most people. It is a celebration that acknowledges mothers everywhere, whether they have had one child or more, and whether they bore or raised a child.

Although we’re familiar with the American version of Mother’s Day, many countries designate a day to acknowledge mothers, generally in March, April, or May.

Some nations have been celebrating Mother’s Day long before the U.S. – we are new to the tradition, having started early in the 20th century. Ms. Anne Jarvis organized what is recognized as the first American Mother’s Day “service of worship” in Grafton, West Virginia at the Andrews Methodist Episcopal Church.

Gripers Gonna Gripe

Some people have lamented that Mother’s Day, as with most holidays, has become commercialized. Sure, greeting cards, gift baskets, chocolates, and promotions are advertised, urging offspring to offer a gift to their mother on this special day.

A distinct few within America — Leftists — loath the basic concept of Mother’s Day. They object to the word “mother.” They insist on obtuse nomenclature such as “birthing person” which implies that someone other than a biological female can give birth. Sure thing.

In 2020, a unique hospital opened on New York’s Upper East Side, focusing on labor and delivery. Three cheers for the Alexandra Cohen Hospital for Women and Newborns. Leftists railed against this institution because, they scream, nonbinary and transgender individuals who don’t “identify as women” are able to become pregnant and bear children. So “pregnant people” should supersede the term “pregnant women?” They are all still mothers, right?

The Sheer Lunacy of the Left

Does Mother’s Day join the gargantuan list of traditions the Left fervently longs to destroy? “When we talk about ‘birthing people,’ we’re being inclusive. It’s that simple,” proclaims NARAL (originally, the National Association for the Repeal of Abortion Laws). Fortunately, a majority of our population frown on terms such as “pregnant people” and “birthing person.”

With the Left, every institution, holiday, tradition, celebration, acknowledgment, or recognition is subject to disparagement. In their quest for complete social anarchy or some vaulted notion of a one-world government, they seek to bulldoze everything in their path. Society crumbling in total chaos? They relish the thought.

If you succeed at diminishing the notion of motherhood and Mother’s Day, what else is vulnerable? Namely everything — fatherhood, families, communities, governing bodies, and the United States of America itself.

Attacking on All Issues

An attack on motherhood and Mother’s Day is no less than the attempted repudiation of all that we hold dear, of world history, and of human history. These are the same people who seek to sexualize six- and eight-year-olds, and to convince them that they were born into the wrong type of body.

These are the people who would deny Christians and Jews the right to worship, if they could, while giving Muslims a free pass. These are the same people who ignore the irrefutable data that show black on white violence is overwhelming compared to white on black violence.

These are the same people who will gaslight every observation you can make about their destructive policies and then do it again with vigor. And why not? Look who’s on their side: the mainstream media owned by a handful of woke corporations that cave on cue; academia filled with over-educated, irrational professors; book and magazine publishers; TV producers; and rock stars and rappers.

The Vital Role

On May 14th, to our heart’s content, let us celebrate mothers and those who have raised children. Let us look forward to an unending stream of Mother’s Days, when we celebrate, honor, and remember those very special people: our mothers – all mothers – who have done the vital job which keeps society intact and provides the cohesion for our civilization to continue.

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Recollections of My Father

Some say that one of the wisest things you can do in life is to choose your parents well

Published

2 weeks ago

May 13, 2023

Jeff Davidson

My father, Emanuel Davidson, whose birthday is today, passed away 46 years ago, long before ubiquitous smart phone and video recorders. Like many children, I often recall my overall memory of him, while not reflecting on the specifics of what made him, him.

As time passes, it is all too comforting to fixate on a general notion of how a loved one was, but recalling the habits, personality tidbits, and other idiosyncrasies that made the person unique, is more endearing and enduring.

My father was a member of the generation that had experienced the Great Depression, won World War II, and, by the late 1940s, fueled an ever-expanding economy. He was from the generation that expected to, and indeed proceeded to, exceed the educational level and material wealth of their parents and, in turn, expected the same for their children.

He bought his first house, in Hartford, on Cambridge Street in 1949, and two years following the birth of his twin son and daughter in 1953, made the decision with my mother to move to Bloomfield, Connecticut to a four-bedroom, two-bathroom house in the up-and-coming suburb of Hartford.

Always Striving

My father had long been a teacher in English and history, and when needed, he also taught math. After many years, he became vice principal at the Dominic Burns Junior High School. Like so many parents, he wanted more for his children, and his teacher’s salary simply wasn’t enough. So, for the duration of his adult life, he worked at least one additional job, often a second, and sometimes a third.

Emanuel Davidson, my father, graduated from Weaver High School in 1934 and then Connecticut Teacher’s College, later known as Central Connecticut State University in 1938. At Central, he was their first baseman in varsity baseball for three years, and their starting offensive varsity guard in football for two years. He went on to get a master’s in education at Columbia University and, after WWII, a 6th year degree at University of Connecticut , with one year to go for a Ph.D. which he did not pursue.

My father was a veteran of World War II. He served in Germany, France, and the Netherlands. As a soldier, he first trained in Paris TX where he also married my mother. He also took math and physics courses as part of his U.S. Army assignments at VMI. He was shipped to and stationed in France, primarily in logistics, rising to the level of sergeant. He was involved in some limited combat and suffered a partial loss of hearing in his left ear from a grenade explosion. Yet, remarkably, he would sometimes hear a whisper when he didn’t otherwise hear anything. He recalled, and somewhat regretted, having to kill a German soldier in close combat.

After the war, he worked some more in carpentry with his father for a brief time while advancing his education and then started teaching at Canton High. For most of his career, he taught English and history at Northeast Junior High in Hartford.

If you’ve read this far, the rest of the story (6 pages!) is here. Some say that one of the wisest things you can do in life is to choose your parents well. In my case, I hit the jackpot.

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