Recently, a liberal Democrat Chicago aIderman expressed his frustration with the Biden administration over the ensuing migrant crisis.
Throughout the Biden administration, iIIegal immigration has seen a significant spike, where migrants are piling into America’s cities and over whelming local infrastructure.
Chicago’s 2nd Ward Alderman Brian Hopkins appeared on CNN’s, where he addressed Biden’s handling of the border crisis. Hopkins noted that the president’s response to the issue was unacceptable and that he had Iost patience with the administration. I have to be optimistic. You know, I’m a Democrat, but I’ll say the Biden administration has absoluteIy dropped the ball. I’m not going to let them off the hook,” Hopkins said. They have left us in the ditch with this and that’s unacceptable.
Hopkins further criti cized Biden for his administration’s inaction on the issue. However, he noted that it isn’t too late to take substantive measures to address the migrant crisis. The alderman did emphasize that action should occur imminentIy as the cities struggle to get a grip on the issues presented by the influx of immigrants.
Where’s the federal government been? Where has the Biden administration been? You know, it’s not too late to do the right thing but every day that goes by while we let the border remain open and while we Iet cities try to address this humanitarian crisis, it gets worse by the day, Hopkins said. I’ve lost patience, as you could probably tell, he stated.
Chicago Mayor Brandon Johnson also weighed in on the issue, explaining how the migrant crisis is a nationwide problem that cities must address in the absence of funding from the federal government.
Without reaI significant investment from our federal government, it won’t just be the city of Chicago that won’t be able to maintain this mission; it’s the entire country that is now at stake, Johnson said.
My Neighbor Kept Hanging out Her Panties Right in Front of My Son’s Window, So I Taught Her a Real Lesson
The underwear of my neighbor turned into the star of a suburban farce, stealing the show directly outside my son’s 8-year-old window. Jake’s innocent question about whether her thongs were slingshots made me realize that the “panty parade” needed to end and that it was time to teach her some prudence when doing the laundry.
Oh, suburbia: a place where everything seems perfect, the air filled with the scent of freshly cut grass, and life goes on without incident until someone changes everything. At that point, Lisa, our new neighbor, showed up. Everything had been rather quiet until wash day, when I saw something for the first time that had caught me off guard: a rainbow of her panties flapping outside Jake’s window like flags at a dubious parade.I nearly choked on my coffee one afternoon while folding Jake’s superhero underwear and happened to look out the window. And there they were, lacy and blazing pink and very much on show. Ever the inquisitive child, my son glanced over my shoulder and posed the dreaded query, “Mom, why is Mrs. Lisa wearing her underpants outside? And why are there strings on some of them? Are they for her hamster companion?I tried to explain between choked laughter and horrified astonishment. However, Jake’s imagination was running wild as he pondered whether Mrs. Lisa had aerodynamically engineered underpants and was indeed a superhero. He even expressed a desire to participate, proposing that his Captain America boxers be displayed next to her “crime-fighting gear.” Jake would get curious and Lisa’s laundry would flap in the breeze on a daily basis. But I realized it was time to terminate this farce when he offered to hang his own underpants next to hers. So, prepared to settle the dispute amicably, I marched over to her residence. Before I could say anything, Lisa answered the door and made it plain that she wasn’t going to break her laundry routine for anyone. She dismissed my worries with a laugh, advised me to “loosen up,” and even gave me style tips for my own clothes. Despite my frustration, I remained resolute and devised a cleverly trivial scheme. Using the brightest fabric I could find, I made the biggest, flashiest pair of granny panties ever that evening. When Lisa departed the following day, I hung my work of art directly in front of her window. When she came back, the sight of the enormous underwear with a flamingo print almost took her breath away. It was worth every stitch to watch her lose her cool trying to take down my practical joke. After a while, she gave in and agreed to shift her laundry somewhere less noticeable, all the while I silently celebrated my success. After that, Lisa’s laundry disappeared from our shared vision, and everything returned to normal. What about me? In the end, I had some flamingo-themed curtains that served as a constant reminder of the day I prevailed in the suburban laundry war.
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