This giant step to toward an American SSR can be considered with only a little attention to the snake ball of immigration politics.
Fremont, Nebraska, citizens are angry at and/or fearful of a parade of Hispanics coming to town to work for Hormel and Fremont beef. They're voting today on a law to require a license to rent a place to live.
In Fremont-on-Volga you will go to city hall and fill out a form. Commissars will check to see if you're a legal U.S. resident. If they like your record, you give them a fee for the license and they give you a chit granting official permission to live inside, out of the rain. Otherwise, hasta la vista, bambino. Pitch a tent in the Sand Hills.
The wrongness of this is so appallingly clear I'm wondering how my friends and acquaintances in level-headed Nebraska came to lose their senses. Perhaps only an unreasoning fear can explain it.
Among other things, I have seen numerous comments that this will be a great way to screen all would-be Fremont dwellers for various sins which might make them undesirable. Warrants. Arrests. Convictions. Slowly paid bills. Firearms ownership. Even maybe one of those dastardly library cards.
Little Midwest towns -- like admirable southwest states -- don't do this sort of thing unless they have been badly screwed by a Higher Authority which is so frightened of irritating one constituency or another that it has found a way to live for years pretending its head is a colonoscopy camera.
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