The Lay of the Last Minstrel

The [talkwise] debate over the devaluation of [citizenship] in this country has not gained traction during this uproar over illegal immigration. The right to become a citizen has become just that, a right which everyone deserves. Amazing as it may seem, a sovereign nation has the right, her people, the authority, to determine who should be allowed into their country. The media and left wing apologists will argue that everyone should be afforded that opportunity but that is not the case. When does the majority opinion of this country matter? Countless polls and one could expect if it was put to a national referendum, the people would vote in overwhelming numbers to support measures to stem the tide of [illegal immigration]. It should also be noted that these same polls show that the majority of Americans support legal immigration which should reveal the issue at hand is illegal, not legal immigration.

Americans fought and died in order to preserve the freedoms and laws of this land. Americans have given their lives in defense of our country and yes the territorial integrity of this nation. As a member of the military, I fight and am willing to die for America, not for the right of people to illegally enter this country. Is that extreme? Is it extreme to demand that someone respects the property rights of your home? Is it extreme to demand that someone does not take what you have worked for and enjoy? No it is not, but that is what illegal immigration is. It is the illegal act of someone entering your property without permission. It is time for Americans to value their citizenship and the amazing life it affords in higher regard and to take more ownership over their land and yes their borders.

"Breathes there the man, with soul so dead,
Who never to himself hath said,
This is my own, my native land!
Whose heart hath ne'er within him burn'd,
As home his footsteps he hath turn'd,
From wandering on a foreign strand!
If such there breathe, go, mark him well;
For him no Minstrel raptures swell;
High though his titles, proud his name,
Boundless his wealth as wish can claim;
Despite those titles, power, and pelf,
The wretch, concentred all in self,
Living, shall forfeit fair renown,
And, doubly dying, shall go down
To the vile dust, from whence he sprung,
Unwept, unhonor'd, and unsung."
Sir Walter Scott