OMG! I am a
political genius. Why didn’t I think of it sooner? I’m getting straight on the
phone to the White House as I think I’ve found the solution to the whole wall
problem. Within hours, I could bring to a halt the shutdown that is crippling
America. I could be next year’s Time Magazine Person of the Year. I might get
freedom of the City of Washington. I could become President Trump’s New Best
Friend.
I think he’d like me. Not least
because I predicted he would be President the second he said he was standing. I
suspect he’s probably got a wicked sense of humor (hey, come on – I can be as
sycophantic as the next soon-to-be-sacked official). I certainly think I have
something to resolve the current crisis engulfing the country, which I think
would endear me to the President greatly. And I can say it in 10 characters,
thereby leaving him a whole lot of others to bang on about whatever else he
chooses on Twitter (apologies; I know that’s no way to talk about my NBF).
Until I got my Green Card last
year (legally, since you ask), I’d never thought of a career in politics, much
less American politics. But now I’m gripped by the daily soap opera it appears
to have become. I’m so gripped, I’m taking Russian language classes (even
though I’m already fluent after a bottle of Chianti). In the category in which
I was applying for the Green Card, I had to state, under the “National Interest
Waiver” (i.e. not having a job), what I was going to contribute as a legal
immigrant - financial, social, artistic et al – and now I have it. I’m going to
contribute to the political health of this great country.
True, I can’t stand for
President, as I wasn’t born here, but maybe I could get all that changed. You
see? I am already well into this narrative. But would I want to live in
Washington DC? They go to bed before 2am there! How old am I? Four?
And what if
the Oval Office is too oval for me? How oval is it? American football oval, or
Kiwi fruit oval? Can you hang paintings with rectangles in an oval office?
Would I have to have an oval husband? I have a bit of an OCD thing going on
with shapes, so this might prove something of an issue. I think I’d prefer a
rectangular office. Or a hectagon. Is that allowed under the Constitution?
While we’re at it, I’m not too
fond of the color white, either. Would I be allowed to paint the White House
blue? How is anyone even supposed to find it in an East Coast snowstorm?
Sometimes, I think I over-think
things.
And maybe I’m getting ahead of myself.
So, back to the main point and my
solution for solving America’s current problems. Brace yourselves.
Here goes.
Forget the wall.
Build a moat!
Yes, a moat.
As an island, the UK has natural
borders. Yes, I know you can fly in and bypass all that stuff, but if the President
banned all flights from Mexico and the only way into the US was by water, how
difficult would it be for people to get here?
Unless they had a Moses among
them, doing his parting of the Red Sea party trick, it would be pretty much
foolproof. No bricks, no steel: just a whacking great river with hyped-up rates
for the dinghies so that only people earning upwards of a million dollars a
year can afford them.
I’ve looked at a map of the
world. Here’s how the moat’s going to work. You start digging at the Pacific
Ocean and don’t stop until you reach the Gulf of Mexico. True, it’ll be
expensive, but with a few men in hard hats and a couple of shovels, I think it
could easily be accomplished. And Voila! Problem solved.
Britain’s prowess in ancient wartimes
was the protection its geographic placement as an island offered it. Quite
simply, they could see the enemy coming. They’d get up in the morning and, over
bacon and eggs, look out of the window and ask “Hey, what’s that whacking great
lump of metal coming towards us, bobbing along?" “What, that whacking great thing
that’s not going to reach us before Christmas next year?”
Then they had ample time to
finish their breakfast (several), gather their weaponry, lie in wait, and
before you could say “Hello, sailor”, everyone on said great piece of metal
would be dead.
Water is by far the superior
material for keeping the enemy at bay (in this case, literally and
metaphorically) than any bricks, mortar or steel are ever going to manage, and
I don’t know why anyone has not thought of it.
So, President Trump, I am putting
myself forward as Head of Wall Planning (water division), and it’s going to
work like this.
1.
Look at map. Slice land from left to right.
2.
Dig deep. Water will eventually appear.
3.
Ban all Mexicans from taking swimming lessons.
4.
Ban all flights in and out of Mexico.
5.
Tickets for boat trips to be bought in advance
and only with ID (no swimmers allowed. Olympian medallists banned for life).
6.
Ban all men with the Christian name Moses from
boarding said boats. Men with names Noah and Jonah subject to additional
scrutiny. Look carefully into their working background regarding ark building
and whale-hiding.
7.
Strictly no fishing in the moat (non-swimmers
might hook themselves to a rod and goodness how many illegal immigrants that
might bring in).
8.
No one knowing the words to River Deep Mountain
High, Cry Me a River or, especially, Last Boat to America allowed in the moat
at any time (check to see if in possession of a David Gray CD in relation to the
latter – definitely a No No).
9.
No taco vendors allowed at water’s edge on
Mexican side.
10. No towels
offered at water’s edge on American side.
I am America’s
savior. Just floating it as a solution, Mr President.
