During any period of history up until extremely recently, a nation faced with a horde of feral savages marching toward its border would have responded with absolute brutality.
Thousands would have been slaughtered, and the prisoners (if any were taken) would have either been thrown back into the wild, or would have served as slaves until death claimed its due.
Talk and bluster would have been kept to a minimum, and the concept of cuckoldry would have never reared its head – the Romans learned the hard way about caving on a nasty summer day in the year 378.
But this is 2018, Goyim, and you’re all supposed to believe your President when he talks tough – just ignore the moment when he allows the enemy warrior bands to settle inside the United States after the Midterms are all squared away.
A U.S.-bound caravan of thousands of mostly Honduran migrants whom President Donald Trump has declared unwelcome, began pouring into the Mexican border city of Tapachula on Sunday, setting up impromptu camps in public parks under a heavy rain.
Many members of the caravan, exhausted from the hours-long trek on foot from the Guatemalan border, mostly ignored police offers to board buses heading to a migrant shelter because of suspicions they might be deported instead.
The migrants have defied threats by Trump that he will close the U.S.-Mexico border if the caravan advances, as well as warnings from the Mexican government that they risk deportation if they cannot justify seeking asylum in Mexico.
Police in riot gear shadowed the caravan’s arrival along a southern highway, but did not impede their journey.
Remember that scene of riot police tearing into the rampaging horde?
It was a game – they let most of the migrants pass unopposed the next day.
The Mexicans see this convoy as an opportunity to stick a dagger into the hated White Man from the north – they’re only going to use force if they refused to keep on the road towards America.
Among the throngs hiking into the center of the city was Roger Pineda, a 16-year-old Honduran.
“I just want to find some food and a place to sleep,” he said, explaining he joined the caravan last week with five family members and a group of friends from the violent city of San Pedro Sula.
“I hope Trump allows us to make it to the other side,” he said.
Don’t worry, Kind Squatemalan.
If the other caravans are any indication of which way the wind is blowing, you’re going to be perfectly fine and ready to start your job at an Alabama chicken plant before Christmas.
In Guatemala, local media reported that around 1,000 migrants were traveling north en route to the Mexican border.
Earlier on Sunday, a column of people marched under a burning sun as a military helicopter circled low overhead. Many migrants said they were fleeing a toxic mix of violence, poverty and corruption in Central America.
Most said they felt safer advancing in a large group.
“We’re going to make it, we’re going to keep moving so long as they don’t stop us,” said Honduran Jaffe Borjas, 17, marching alongside a childhood friend at the head of the column that stretched far down the highway to the horizon.
Along the route north to Tapachula, about 25 miles (40 km) northwest of the border, some broke into song.
Even these primitive Brown people understand (in an instinctual way, of course) that nothing will truly stop them.
President Trump is just trying to resurrect his old immigration hustle in order to drive out the GOP base to vote in two weeks – rather brazen considering there is no wall, no real possibility of any wall, and lower deportation numbers than even Barack Obama.
My prediction: threats and Twitter tantrums will reach a peak in early November, and then you’ll see this caravan fade into the background while they are let into the country with little to no supervision.
The New Americans will be just as safe on the statistical level as the millions that arrived before them.