Friday, February 09, 2007


I'm loving the Republican intramural fight over immigration. It's very effectively highlighting both the racism of the anti-immigration, "Mexicans are sapping and impurifying our precious American bodily fluids culture" crowd and the racially elitist view of the Corporate Shill Wing of the Republican party. Case in point: Karl Rove.
According to a congressman's wife who attended a Republican women's luncheon yesterday, Karl Rove explained the rationale behind the president's amnesty/open-borders proposal this way: "I don't want my 17-year-old son to have to pick tomatoes or make beds in Las Vegas."


Anonymous Anonymous said...

Rove has a 17-year-old son? I always thought Rove was gay...Does anybody know for sure? I've never heard mention of a wife (or partner)...

2:18 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

His son should enlist in the Army like all the other young men without options who don't want to pick tomatoes either.

2:47 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Read this:

Heads in the Sand

Rove's on your side, guys. You and the business lobby are together on this issue. You know you would say the same thing he did, only more tactfully, I'm sure.
-Hal K

4:16 PM  
Blogger Nitpicker said...

Actually, Hal, Bill Clinton and Janet Reno cut into illegal immigration not by trying to build fences and putting camo-clad volunteers on the border, but by going after the businesses that employed illegal aliens. Bush quit doing that.

As for your link, I, for one, have no problem with the evolution of our culture, the formation of "a new us." But, before you think that day's right around the corner, check out this article from Douglas Massey, who actually knows something about this topic.

4:55 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Compare that to the attitude taken by Calvin Coolidge -- in this moving passage from Coolidge's memoir, Coolidge speaks of the untimely death of his young son, who apparently for a time worked at something like picking tomatoes. How the GOP has changed....

My own participation [in the campaign] was delayed by the death of my son Calvin, which occurred on the seventh of July. He was a boy of much promise, proficient in his studies, with a scholarly mind, who had just turned sixteen.

He had a remarkable insight into things.

The day I became President he had just started to work in a tobacco field. When one of his fellow laborers said to him, "if my father was President I would not work in a tobacco field," Calvin replied, "If my father were your father, you would."...

We do not know what might have happened to him under other circumstances, but if I had not been President, he would not have raised a blister on his toe, which resulted in blood poisoning, playing lawn tennis in the South Grounds.

In his suffering he was asking me to make him well. I could not.

When he went the power and the glory of the Presidency went with him.

The ways of Providence are often beyond our understanding. It seemed to me that the world had need of the work that it was probable he could do.

I do not know why such a price was exacted for occupying the White House.

6:36 PM  

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