The reaction to the article we linked to in yesterday's email has been quite positive. But I'm sure some folks still don't agree with me and others might be perplexed at the arguments put forth.

Either way, I'm thankful for you folks who take the time to read or listen to anything I have to say. Hopefully you get more out of it than what you put in. That's my aim, anyway.

But there is one point that has come up a few times. It reminded me of a Sunday, several years ago, where the priest—a man who I am quite fond of on a personal level—said this during his homily: "All of us are immigrants."

He went on with a litany of leftist talking points across the political spectrum. "Climate justice" was one, along with a bunch of other drivel and nonsense.

I was fuming. Not because I was ashamed that my personal policy positions were under attack, but because his arguments were weak and this was not a theological homily, but a political one.

This was well before The Age of Trump, so it wasn't a political sermon having to do with elections, but one in how to think about these issues that always tend to be political hot-buttons.

I can't remember if I walked out, but I did take quite some time off from that parish for a while because of it. The issue—as seen by the overwhelming reaction to my article yesterday taking this notion to task—has not, however, disappeared.

Nevertheless, "We're all immigrants," is still a common refrain in the political discourse, particularly of the uninformed class or those merely happy to parrot talking points of the regime. Makes sense: no need to expend energy when no effort to think about the issues is required.

But just because your favorite news anchor or a Catholic priest says it, doesn't mean it is true. Frankly, in this case, it is not.

I suggest that one starts with a little thought rummaging through his or her own brain before chattering on about things that aren't true, even if it may cause a little friction within the political or societal ranks.

That might be a little easier for me to say since I've been figuratively beaten to a pulp by "respectable people" over the last couple decades. Once I decided that my voice was one worthy to be heard, a lot of doors have been slammed shut, particularly since early 2020.

But since the pathetic lockdown culture began, I've experienced, paradoxically, some of the best years of my life. Really, it's a testament to having a loving wife and family.

Was it a mistake to stand up to the liars and cheaters in society—both in print and in person? Perhaps, but for a while now, I've taken the approach that I'm already in the back 9 of life. No time for fiddling around.

As I close in on a half-century, I've gotta think I've made it at least to the fairway on No. 11. No regrets.

Though my options for gainful employment in certain sectors of polite society have waned significantly thanks to a "strong personal voice," I wouldn't change it for the world. I still have my integrity, something that has been rapidly disappearing since the covid nonsense reared its head.

But let's get back to this notion that we all must identify as immigrants, somehow, someway…

Start with me—I am not an immigrant, unless one considers immigration from Oregon to California as evidence. The rank unseriousness of this argument makes it one that I am not willing to engage in, however.

I was born in America and have lived in America for my entire life. Same with my parents and grandparents before me. When we get to the next levels of ancestry, I do have some immigrants in the family tree.

Of course, the further one goes back, there you'll see more and more immigrants in the family tree.

But none of this suggests that I, myself, am an immigrant to America in any way whatsoever. I am not.

If the folks who believe that we are all somehow immigrants were to take a breath and think about the issue for a moment, they would realize that, indeed, only immigrants are immigrants. Sounds simple, but somehow it becomes bizarrely complicated.

Many people I love, some within my family and others which I have worked with closely over the years, are legitimate immigrants. They come from foreign countries.

I have never had a problem with any of these people, but feral Canadians are now in my crosshairs after the result of Thursday night's hockey game.

I kid. In reality, I have no problem with the "natural" process of immigration to the United States that every single one of my immigrant family and friends have gone through.

The problem today is more pernicious and it stems from the virtue signals of those on the left who somehow believe that every global person has an equal right to my home, or at the very least, my homeland.

I could quote extensively from Pat Buchanan's stark warning siren from 2011, Suicide of a Superpower: Will America Survive to 2025?, but it is worth visiting or revisiting the book on one's own, as the year in question is, in fact, now at hand.

Buchanan wrote:

Why on earth do people insist on this, still?

As Trump—mainly rhetoric only at this point—intends to stifle this feckless "utopian drive," he gets pushback from the left with everything he does. (We analyze this in the latest Natural Order Podcast, by the way.)

I am a political realist. As previously stated, I don't have a problem with natural immigration. I do have a problem with equating Americans—whose family history is tied to the land, perhaps even the exact plot of land, as their ancestors from centuries ago—with hostile immigrants who exploit American taxpayers to fund their expense accounts once they arrive stateside.

None of my ancestors, family, or friends originally from other countries did that. Why should we allow this today?

Plus, the Americans who moved west from Europe and west again across North America would more properly be described as "settlers" than immigrants. They did not beg their new country's government for money, housing, healthcare, education, clothing, or the rest of it. They demanded only the opportunity to make a more decent life for their families.

For that I am thankful.

Just recently, thanks to some diligent scholarship from an uncle, I found that I am a direct descendant of at least fifteen soldiers on the Colonist side of the American War for Independence. As such, I have ties to the land and the culture that predates even the Declaration, the chief scribe of which was a shirttail relative who held adjacent tracts of land to my direct kin.

As for some of the others, it looks like some of these folks may have even come right off the boat and taken up arms against the British. I call them Immediate-Americans.

Another fellow—ironically, a non-combatant—was even captured for a stretch and then eventually released by Lord Cornwallis himself.

These men and their families fought so that we would be able to live.

I don't take any of this lightly. It also does nothing to bolster the claim that I am an "immigrant." To the contrary.

There is no "privilege" or anything like that here to talk about. As I say in my column and in the podcast—it is America for Americans.

Read the column here:

For the sorbet, I recommend following up with the podcast. You can find the show on your podcast player of choice or watch that show here:

It's all a worthy discussion.

As always,

Brian