Laboratory mice are a lot like us. That's why researchers and scientists employ their generally unwilling services as various experiments are conducted.
Like many of us, mice also tend to, if we may use a kinder word, screw excessively, given the opportunity. First comes the sex, then comes the realization during pregnancy that a birthing place must be found. But not just a birthing spot -- a SAFE location to drop a litter and nourish the offspring is a necessity. That's why mother mouse and her rodent kids ultimately end up in your house, warm, secure, ready and willing to steal the food and utilities you pay for in order to provide the young ones a life they may not have outside among their native wild spaces, a life unencumbered by nature's challenges provided either by predators or by sheer numbers of other mice. Inside the walls of your house there are no owls waiting to swoop down and devour the kids, and the mice know it. By residing in your home, at your expense, adult mice can eat your food, chew on your electrical wiring and screw their brains out to their hearts' content to make more baby mice that one can barely count as they scurry about and do what rodents do. Inside your house, dozens, hundreds or thousands of mice, cute to look at, can all have a better life, complicating and displacing parts of your life of which you may not even be aware, at first. And it will cost you.
As we write this, some 7.000 (and growing?) Central Americans are slowly making their way to the Southern U.S. border, determined to make the journey (with assistance, unfortunately) here to give their families and children "a better life." We have laws, ways of allowing people in according to our needs and their situation, but that seems so old-fashioned and irrelevant to our own national leftists and others with no intentions of respecting current or enabling revised immigration law.
Slowly and surely, they're on the way: Young, unskilled men of military age who nevertheless should be staying home and fighting to protect their land; young pregnant women, crying on cue and holding their children up like guided missiles before the TV cameras; clueless children running about, imbued with lies by their parents about the United States.
The mice are coming. Yes, in the strictest terms they are mice like us, but ours is a nation sensitive to an almost distinctly American notion of borders, language, education and culture -- and funding intended for our own citizens. The hellish procession of outsiders, invaders guided along no doubt by organizers with a long-term agenda, continues a nightmare in the early stages.
What does a nation do when even more unskilled people are squeezed in, folks who can't even speak your language? Chances are, many become the new drug dealers, the new prostitutes, the murderers, the thieves -- we become the new Honduras, the new Guatemala. Maybe even the new Venezuela.
When invasion expects and particularly demands compassion, strong and perhaps previously unthinkable actions must be entertained, or we're going to lose our country. Whether cloaked as either mice or humans, numbers can cause grievous damage.
