Trump Derangement Syndrome Meltdown of the Week — Open Borders Because Ohtani or Something

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Full disclosure: The object of our derision for this column was actually published last week. My travel schedule got in the way last week and I didn’t do the Meltdown column. I didn’t want to leave this one behind without giving it any scorn.

I came across this one whilst enjoying a pricey airport bar IPA. As I had been away from home for eight weeks, I wasn’t in much of a mood for keeping a cap on my beer spending for the travel day back to my beloved desert. OK, I am really never much in the mood for that. Anyway, even though I had the day off and was very much enjoying my high-priced day drinking, I kind of wished I could have gotten to writing about it immediately mostly because it was one of the weirdest things that I had read in several weeks.

And I read a lot of weird stuff in the lefty press.

A couple of things stood out about the article (which I swear we’ll get to in a moment). Over the years, I have seen countless tortured logic justifications for their insane policies from the open borders crowd. It’s almost becoming like their climate change arguments — they can twist almost anything and claim that it fits their narrative. This is, of course, the intended by-product of their relentless assault on absolute truths. This week’s “winning” Op-Ed takes the storytelling to a new level.

The other big, weird thing about this article is that it’s a meltdown over Trump that never mentions Trump by name. These anti-Trump opinion pieces are usually written by people who seem to think that incessant repetition of Trump’s name will have some sort of hypnotic effect and win people over to their side.

We should probably get around to the article itself, which was written by a poet and essayist named Jaswinder Bolina.

The Washington Post:

As a former president of the United States excoriates immigrants for “poisoning the blood” of our country, as the governors of Texas and my current home state of Florida bus and fly migrants to points north — including my hometown, Chicago — my thoughts turn to baseball.

Bolina establishes his mindless lapdog cred by leading off with a DNC-approved talking point that I shredded more than a few times in the first few weeks of this column. We immediately know that he’s scowling, diapered, and primed to vomit a thousand or so words of nonsense onto the page.

He then muses about many of the coveted free agents in Major League Baseball this past offseason. After a couple of paragraphs, I began wondering if I might be in the sports section…