Democratic Sen. Bob Menendez, who has had his own tangles with the law, is assailing President Trump for having the effrontery to refer to certain people as “criminals” simply because they are in the US illegally and have committed crimes such as drunk driving. I assume he thinks illegal entry and DUI are merely “foibles” or “boo-boo’s” and don’t rise to the level of being actual crimes. And judging by his moral code, maybe they don’t.
I’m sure you see the flaws in his argument, but “Huckabee” writer Pat Reeder asked to respond personally to this one. Here are his comments:
I’ll set aside the argument over whether being an “illegal immigrant” is illegal, since that’s both idiotic and self-evident (BTW, you’re not a legitimate “asylum seeker” if you cry “Asylum!” only after you’re apprehended trying to sneak in illegally.) But when Sen. Menendez brushes off drunk driving as a nothingburger charge, he’s leaning hard on my sore spot.
My late father was the most intelligent, accomplished person I’ve ever known. He could do anything from replacing a car engine to fixing electronics to building a house from the ground up. But one thing he never accomplished was to attend college. That’s because when he was in high school, a drunk driver killed his father, leaving him as the family breadwinner. He had to go into the Army, then work to support his mother and little brother. With his talents, who knows how successful he could have been with a degree. I was always told that my grandfather, whom I am named after, was a similarly remarkable man. Of course, I’ll never know, since I never got to know my grandfather because he was KILLED BY A DRUNK DRIVER!
Perhaps, Senator, you’ve heard of MADD (Mothers Against Drunk Driving.) They had to form an organization and lobby for years to get legislators such as yourself to take drunk driving seriously. I thought they’d accomplished that goal, but here you are, setting the cause back half a century.
The one good thing to come of that drunk who shattered my family from behind the wheel of a 4,000-pound bullet was that he made me into a lifelong teetotaler. I would never take the chance of allowing myself to be impaired and bring the kind of grief and devastation to anyone else’s family that a drunk driver brought to mine.
I would write more about how disgusting and reprehensible I find your comments, Senator, but it’s hard when I’m typing this solely with my two middle fingers.