COMMENTARY
JAY INSLEE/Governor of Washington State
Olympia, Wash. — OVER the last week, a growing number of governors, representatives, senators and presidential candidates have demanded that America slam shut our borders to refugees who are fleeing unspeakable horrors at the hands of the Islamic State. On Thursday the House passed a bill containing impossibly onerous vetting procedures for new refugees from Syria.
The American character is being tested. Will we hew to our long tradition of being a beacon of hope for those chased from their homelands? Continue reading…
Indian River Guardian 
“Give me your tired, your poor, Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, The wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed, to me: I lift my lamp beside the golden door.” Absolutely. The lamp is lit!
Enemy combatants … I don’t think so.
I find it incredulous that one morning I woke up and the tiny stream of immigrants sputtering out of
Syria had turned into a raging torrent of a river. The river was 10+ people wide, moving at an extremely fast pace and never stopped. It was miles long and ran 24 hours per day for day after day. It has now stretched across Europe and into every city and hamlet along the way. The river of flesh runs through city streets, peoples homes and ravages them and their possessions. They run over fences and break down gates. They board trains like an army of marching ants. It is like a runaway river flood in the mountains that never ends. It is unnatural.
Hundreds of thousands of people don’t suddenly decide to “bail out” of their home and leave in an organized tide of flesh. People who give up on their lives carry away all of their possessions that they are able. Beaten and afraid, they trudge slowly to safety and humbly seek the help and consolation of those who are able to help them, even for a day. Certainly the last to leave would be the healthy, strong, young men (of military age incidentally). Yet, it is they who run in the front of the line and everywhere in between. It is unnatural
There is a quite high likelihood that it is planned and arranged. A veritable stampede of Trojan Horses … pretending to be the benign escape of the tired and poor, but, on closer inspection, like a continuous wave of enemy soldiers coming over the hill. For those of us who recall scenes of the suicide attacks of waves of flesh in SE Asia, it is eerily familiar.
Tired, poor, huddled, yearning, and wretched is in the distinct minority among the Syrian immigrants. Use appropriate caution America.
Yours is an interesting theory, Vic, but not well substantiated. It seems to be based more on fear than fact. Admittedly, there is no room for error in the screening of these refugees. On the other hand, we must not allow our fears to cause us to compromise the very principles that make ours a nation worth protecting.