Coaching ‘Em Up

Ask Mama Cass about the manifold terrors that lay hidden under the delicious folds of a cold ham sandwich.

As the border dissolves into an exercise in abstraction, and child gang members flood through at an unprecedented rate, it’s worth noting that the whole thing may not be the happenstantial affair catching our elected betters offguard that one would hope for.
To wit, the little shits are taking a crash course in sympathy pandering:

The teen identified as Saul told the Congressional Progressive Caucus during an ad-hoc hearing that his time at a border detention facility was “horrible,” describing it as “the worst experience” of his life after the unaccompanied minor crossed the border illegally in April.
“I walked 30 minutes to the immigration station where I was placed in a big room with 200 children aged 10 and up,” Saul told the caucus. “The room was very cold, I was shivering the whole time. There weren’t any beds. They gave us nylon which barely kept us warm and they gave us cold ham sandwiches twice a day. I was very hungry because it wasn’t enough food.”

The notable thing here is that all of this sounds like the horrors only the effete and the pampered would forthrightly think were egregious hardships meriting immediate and sweeping amnesty no-questions-asked as recompense.
To wit:

“This is different, because I have to include in my budget for the week – which is $77 – for transportation; my staff pointed out I have to add in dog food,” she says. “So – it’s gas, it’s the Metro; I’m not going to be able to pick up my cleaning this week.”

The unadulterated horror of it all.
All those considering that this whole damn thing is a rigged confidence game designed to replace one population with another, well, you can put this as a +1 in your column.