The Wetback MO

So we've heard the reports before; the 7th Century Cave Dweller Crowd is using our porous borders to bring in operatives because the average Fat-and-Stupid American Joe on the street can't recognize the difference between the well-tanned dark-haired central american banana boat stow-away and the run-of-the-mill Jihadist. Go figure!

I keep a pretty close eye on the alien crowd during my daily commute from the far-west burbs down through the People's Republic of Montgomery County Maryland. I speak neither spanish nor any of the central asian languages. But for all of the TV we watch in this country not to mention that every label, sign, and product instruction sheet is written in at least three foreign languages (one of which is always spanish), I can bet that even our best trailer-park inhabitants could recognize the difference between Fernando the landscaper and Mumad the suicide bomber.

If the language thing proves to be too much, just pay close attention to appearances. The banana boat crowd are generally here either to work, procreate, or figure a way to have grandma and the cousins shipped over. The average day is hard on these folks. They are dressed for work and usually bear signs of having done so. Most of these guys are short, slightly obese, and bear facial features of their endogenous native ancestry. Their names may be spanish, but not unlike the Filipino, there is little genetic similarity to the conquistador.

Now the central asian crowd are generally taller, leaner, and not accustomed to hard labor. The tough part would be telling these guys apart from the indians and pakistanis of which we seem to have quite a few in suburban Maryland. This is where the trouble could start.