©2017 by Raymond Alexander Kukkee
Walking Across the Border into Justin Trudeau’s La-la Land
The Mad Hatter twittered nervously then laughed raucously, having never heard of such a foolish thing. Outrageous. “How can anyone just walk across a national border and end up, not in a rabbit-hole, but in Justin Trudeau’s La-La Land? Ha-ha” said the Mad Hatter, with glee, “Various persons just stroll across the border and end up in Canada, how is that even possible? I have never heard of such foolishness. He squinted at Alice. “In your travels, have you hit your head upon a white rock ?
“No”, replied Alice.”
“A black one then… or a stump—are you sure?”
“Quite”, Alice said, “Tea please, and before you ask, sir, no, I have not walked into a cedar fence-post either. I have not hit my head on a rock, I assure you. I have just returned. Illegal migrants and persons claiming refugee status are walking across the Canadian border, right into Justin Trudeau’s La-La Land.
The people, they come by taxi from Trump’s America. All bear suitcases full of silly dreams for a better life in that cold country and hasten to relate horrid tales of escaping an unforgiving and dangerous homeland, true or not.
The Sad Truth
“And most are not even required to fall into magic rabbit-holes or crawl through tunnels? All they have to do is simply cross a ditch?” White rabbit asked, nibbling a crumpet.
“Do tell!” Caterpillar shouted. Scandalous! “Tea?”
“Come now, Alice, surely that must be a fabrication, child.” The Mad Hatter was angry. “No responsible leader of a modern sovereign nation allows uncontrolled entry of armies of immigrants, refugees or not. Nor are persons bearing ill intent allowed to merely stroll across an international border as if it were a Sunday stroll.” The Mad Hatter banged a silver spoon upon the white porcelain teapot. “Silence!”
“Outrageous! Foolishness!” The Cheshire cat smiled as Cheshire cats do. “Reeks of a rat in the woodpile, it does. Incompetence! The place clearly needs a Queen who would shriek “Off with his head!“
“Certainly a rat!” White Rabbit said, thoughtfully.
Is it The End, or The Beginning of a Grim Tale of Woe?
“I am sorry to be the bearer of such bad news.” Alice said meekly.
“Hush, child, Canadians will flush out the rat. Crumpet? “
“I shall not bother to finish the secret north tunnel to Justin Trudeau’s La-La land then” White Rabbit said, smiling.
Is that Incoming I hear?