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Refugee

MommaBear at On The Third Hand linked to this.

Which reminded me of this.

Thanks to our steely-eyed immigration departments, we are spared the plague of phony Beatles fans and obese Venezuelans.

(Actually, I was surprised by the latter. If fatness isn't "favored status" now it surely will be in the future.)

It's not like Canada is all that discriminating about whom she considers a "refugee."

I remember a case of a few years ago where we granted that status to an American woman who claimed that her husband was a mob boss who would surely harm her and that the US authorities refused to protect her.

Uh-huh. I heard a radio interview with an FBI spokesman who was chuckling under his breath as he discussed the matter. Unspoken but clearly hinted at was: "If you folks fell for this, well, then, you're welcome to have her."

I don't know what kind of a pathetic gang her husband is running, but if they can't organize a hit across the border, then I'll volunteer.

I figure we can save the $100,000+ per year the RCMP's probably paying to keep her hidden.

We've also taken "refugees" from the hideous regimes of Britain and Israel. While real refugees languish in real refugee camps. And real war criminals and real terrorists walk freely on Canadian streets. (I've got a National Post article about this, but it's not online, so I'll have to summarize it and post it later.)

So if I was the Venezuelan woman, I'd apply again in a year or two. Sooner or later she'll get a more sympathetic hearing.

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