In a wee hamlet, where scallywags of Ds and Rs be makin' immigration a fine jolly venture, arrr!
2024-08-11
Arrr, matey! David Marcus be gobsmacked to spy Republicans 'n Democrats in Harrisonburg, Va., thinkin' that smooth sailin' in immigration be a treasure! But beware, when the seas be open 'n chaos reigns, ye be drownin' in unvetted scallywags! Avast, that be trouble afoot!
Avast, mateys! I set me sights upon the curious town of Harrisonburg, Virginia, thinkin’ it be a hotbed o’ controversy over refugees. But lo and behold! I found a merry crew of townsfolk, proud of their resettlement shipshape and Bristol fashion!The first scallywag I spoke with, a long-time resident, sung the praises of the program, claimin’ it to be as organized as a well-tended treasure map. “First, ye give 'em a spot to rest their sea legs, then a job, and soon enough, they be one with the crew!” she chirped.
Even Jeff, a local bard runnin’ musical shindigs, waxed lyrical, recountin’ the many flags of languages flyin’ in the local high school cafeteria—it be like a pirate’s flag hoist, each one tellin’ a tale! While he admitted it strains the provisions, he said it be all part of the grand plan, not a hodgepodge of chaos.
In this haven, they don’t shun the newcomers; they embrace ‘em like a long-lost matey. Seems the good folk of Harrisonburg be livin’ proof that the melting pot still bubbles! So here’s a notion for the likes of Trump and Harris: unite the crew with a proper immigration system, and let’s sail into smoother waters together!