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Just an Ordinary Guy

The Reverend Robert Jeffress--very large church in Dallas--is giving the Unreverent Donald Trump advice about how to throw about 800,000 young people out of the country, back to Mexico where their parents came from.

 The Rev. Mr. Jeffress does admit that Christian compassion is important, but that there are other factors at play here.  I dare say.  

 First, and this may surprise you--in light of the Louisiana Purchase, and the purchase of Alaska, and the Gadsten Purchase, to say nothing of wars with just about everybody who would not take money--God is the one who established nations and their borders.  And "God is not necessarily an open borders guy".

 Mr. Jeffress did not say so, but I suspect that God might also be a Southern Baptist kind of guy.  Maybe in Dallas.

It is difficult to know where to begin.  God is a guy; a real man's kind of guy, the kind of guy you can call a guy; maybe even a role model for football coaches and roll-up-your-sleeves, take-charge-of-your-family kind of guy.  The kind of guy who is proud to give his daughter in marriage to that same kind of guy.  

 "In the beginning, men created a guy in their own image, really male they created the guy. . . ."

 "Our guy who art in heaven. . . ."

They should have named him, Guy, as in Guy Fawkes, or that guy in Dallas.  

I think people have the right to just about any kind of religion they want, unless it conflicts with our Constitution, and for so long as they do not insist that their religion should be required of everybody in Texas, and around, so when Mr. Jeffress and That Kind of Guy begin to suggest what our border policy should be, what our policy toward citizenship should be, I get nervous.  

For one thing, if our Guy thinks we should have a border wall, for instance, and if Mexico has a Guy of Their Own who has other ideas, we will surely end up in a shouting or a shooting war about who has the Right Kind of Guy.  I am less worried about our border with Canada because I am not sure they have a Guy:  I think they still have The Queen of England, and ever since Henry VIII, the English monarch has pretty much told That Kind of Guy what to do when push comes to shove.  And right now, the Queen of England and All of What is Left of the British Empire are trying to figure out how much it would cost to build a big beautiful wall right up the middle of the English Channel, or at least what it might cost to plug the tunnel under it.  Walls do seem to have tunnel problems.  And sail-over problems.  And Green Card problems.  And fly-over problems.  

Just an ordinary guy. . . .

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