This I Believe

It’s 4 AM and you wake up to a crash. Your bed is sitting in the street and the dust of what was once your home begins to settle. Swarms of illegal immigrants clear the rubble. It’s for the good of The State you’re told. It’s for all those services provided. It’s so more illegals can mow the grass in a nearby park, and keep the streets in order. Oh, wait. You won’t live here anymore to enjoy the park. The streets didn’t need the repaving that shredded mine and your tires. And a neighbor wound up in the hospital sans a few fingers, macheted by a gang that just moved in.

I believe in change and adaptation. Circumstances are always changing and it must be accepted, because you certainly can’t control it. Property taxes are dropped a little every year but the land value increases so my parents have to pay more regardless. I have already been forced to contribute to Social Security — a program that only a selfish person could support, for money saved is money that could go to charity, and I plan on saving enough for when I ought to be getting my money back but won’t. Every month or two a story makes the front page about a kid or young adult attacked in public by machete-wielding gangs. The State hardly punishes these offenses — rather it puts criminals all together so they can learn from one another and continue their perpetrations years later. How did they get here? Many had parents who came here illegally, then saved enough to bring their teenage kids who’d only known turf warfare and had never had parents around. A change of surroundings doesn’t bring a change of mind.

Clearly The State isn’t there for you or your neighbors, or even your aged grandmother; it’s there for itself and the money. This is why I believe in adaptation; be prepared, for a thief doesn’t tell what time he’s coming. Help others prepare too, by encouraging education and career opportunities — and at the same time be ready all the more, for people hate being dragged under by The State while others swim — this truly is what drives it and why it will ultimately fail. Leeches can’t live if they drain all the hosts, but hosts can live without leeches and are hated for it when they succeed. I believe in adaptation — with a helping hand for others and a wary eye for the leeches who are changing the circumstances.