IMMIGRATION

Key U.S. Code (USC) sections in Title 8 governing illegal immigration include 8 U.S.C. § 1325 (improper entry), 8 U.S.C. § 1326 (illegal re-entry), and 8 U.S.C. § 1324 (bringing in/harboring). These laws criminalize unlawful entry, with penalties ranging from fines to imprisonment, particularly for repeat offenders or those assisting illegal entry. 

Core USC Sections Addressing Illegal Immigration

8 U.S.C. § 1325 (Improper Entry by Alien): Criminalizes entering the U.S. at unauthorized times or places, eluding examination, or using fraudulent documents.

Penalties: Fines and/or up to 6 months in federal prison for the first offense; up to 2 years for subsequent offenses.

8 U.S.C. § 1326 (Reentry of Removed Aliens): Makes it a felony for any alien previously deported or removed to re-enter, attempt to re-enter, or be found in the U.S. without authorization.

Penalties: Fines and/or up to 2 years in prison (or higher if the original removal was due to criminal conviction).

8 U.S.C. § 1324 (Bringing in and Harboring Certain Aliens): Prohibits smuggling, transporting, or harboring individuals known to be in the U.S. illegally.

8 U.S.C. § 1324a (Unlawful Employment of Aliens): Prohibits employers from knowingly hiring unauthorized workers and mandates civil penalties for violations. 

Liberals are stupid

I think it's funny how liberals and some republicans keep complaining that Trump is not doing what he promised. Y'all are stupid. He did drain the swamp and now the monsters are roaming around in the open committing their atrocities and thinking they are above the law. 

He let them cheat in 2020 and 2022, so he could prove how corrupt the deep state was. It worked.

Furthermore, do you remember being a kid and your best friend was getting ready to move? Your friend's dad saying they would leave about noon. But you and your friend caused so much havoc that you distracted his father from getting things done and they did not leave until midnight. You and your best friend were happy for a few more hours together, but the change was inevitable. That's exactly what liberals are doing. Raising hell, so Trump can't get his tasks completed. Protests and riots are just distractions to take society's focus away from the corruption of the Democrats.

For the love of God, let him work for us. 

Lamium amplexicaule

Little memories return as everything else fades away. I'm dying or losing my mind. I embrace either. Both are eternal bliss.

I remember 1975. Everything seemed like a cartoon. Life was elastic. Temporary tattoos. The Groovy Ghoulies. The dark, violent, painful memories that left shadows lurking in my soul. 

I was stuck in the echo chamber. I could hear everything. The wings of a fly buzzing around the classroom and the silence after it's feet made loud clacks as it landed on my desk.  Clocks ticking in the classroom. The breathing of other students. The sweat dripping from Refugio's forehead and hitting the floor. Mrs. Schneider rubbing her fingers on her forehead in frustration of quiz answers. But then that was all silenced by the loud buzz that pierced my ears. At times, a short lived high pitched siren-esque attack and other times a low drone that lasted for hours. I had to learn to read lips, during those episodes. I thought I was going mad.

The only escape was when Refugio and I  would wander to our sacred field of Lamium amplexicaule to play marbles. Bella would tag along because everyone else made fun of her. She had seizures and emanated the overwhelming chemical smell of her medicine. Refugio and I didn't mind. As we played marbles, we talked about the heroes of WW II. It was only thirty years in the past. Close enough to touch. The little purple flowers made me think of London for some unknown reason. Poor Bella would offer a whiff of chemical warfare. Our battle of agility with marbles, was our attempt at being soldiers and tossing grenades.  We defeated the Germans every time.

Sometimes Lavonne Fox and Stacey Greenwood would come out and cheer for the marbles. We liked those days. Lavonne had a little transistor radio, and we could hear songs from England. Pink Floyd and Led Zeppelin. We were little gods and goddesses in our field of purple flowers. 

Monday, we were 8 years old. Trading cards, playing marbles, and singing "You're a Grand Old Flag."

 Fiday, I'm 59, still hear all the noise, but don't know where my childhood friends are. No time for flowers.