Dead Seriously.

I recently had a couple of discussions about immigration laws–although I should know better than to talk about something on which my views are apparently so extreme.

What is frustrating to me about these discussions? I always come across as a cold-hearted fanatic who tries to convince others that I’m right. In reality, I’m just a fanatic who tries to convince others that I’m not cold-hearted. I’m rarely successful.

So, in a nutshell, after months of pondering my stance, I define it with a single sentence:

I do not believe in royalty.

To translate: I do not believe in giving some people special rights, privileges, or benefits based solely on what family they were raised in or what side of a line they were born on. I think many people agree with the first half of that sentence, but the fact that the relationship between royalty and the second half is strikingly similar seems to be lost on most people I talk to.