Wall foolishness

Note to Americans: There’s already lots of wall.

PRESIDENT TRUMP came out of the gate like gangbusters during his first week in office. Kudos to  him!

He restrained the ham-fisted leftists running the Environmental Protection Agency.  He cut off federal aid to law-flaunting leftists running Sanctuary Cities.

He canceled the cash that left-wing Barry had funneled in his waning White House days to Palestinian terrorists.

He revived the Keystone Pipeline. He canceled the horrendous Catch-and-Release policy for illegals.

And Trump declared Israel great again, reversing Barry’s leftist, anti-Semitic tomfoolery.

But there’s one very dumb thing my boy Donald is doing: this business about Mexico paying for a border wall.

Did Israel demand that Mohammedans pay for the walls it’s erected? Lots of good it would have done.

Do you expect your next-door neighbor to buy the deadbolt for your house’s front door?

Nations who want to secure their borders, and all nations should, especially successful ones, must finance their border walls themselves.

That Mexico would pay for the wall was a good campaign slogan, appealing to low-information voters. But the campaign is over. Extend the wall, but don’t expect Mexico to pay for it, and don’t force it via other means.

Keeping your house locked is your own responsibility.

And Mexico should build a wall on its southern border. Don’t expect Guatemala to pay for it.

The speakeasy

View the bad guys get

JENNIFER ROSE  wrote a post late last year about security on her Red Shoes are Better than Bacon  blog, and it scared the bejesus out of me.

Up until that moment, we had opened the steel door in the front gate with a carefree air whenever someone rang the doorbell. DHL delivery, potting soil for sale, Jehovah’s Witnesses, it didn’t matter. The door opened.

But Jennifer made us wise, and we decided to take precautions. We had a peephole installed, just like you see in movies about bootleg speakeasies and African dictatorships.

I had been planning to do this for years, but had not gotten around to it. So I went to a blacksmith and ordered a peephole. It was installed within a week, and the final price was the peso equivalent of about 15 bucks. Not a pricy peephole.

We waited … and waited. Finally, the doorbell rang — in broad daylight, demonstrating the audacity of the criminal crowd. I cockily popped open the peephole.

It was the potting soil vendor.

Other side
View from inside