Lost in the whole kerfluffle over El Donaldo’s salty disparagement of Third, Fourth and Fifth World immigration was A Huge Mistake:
Forget the Haitians; instead send more Norwegians?
Now look, it is true that these hapless Kipper Snackers of the Herring Coast don’t have the pedigree of excellent governance provided by years and years of Papa Doc & Baby Doc Duvalier and their activist kaffe klatchers from the Tontons Macoutes.
Still, the Norskies have subjected their own Horrors upon the world including lutefisk (rotted cod soaked in lye until it reaches the consistency of a two-month old corpse fished outta the river), gjetost (a horrid brown goat cheese with the odor of the goat itself and the consistency of anti-matter entering a black hole) and aquavit (an alleged liquor made from fermented dill, caraway seeds and kerosene).
Given the opportunity to leave Norway at beginning of the 20th Century and the ability to settle Anywhere Else they followed their frozen brainpans to the only place on earth worse than Scandinavia: the upper Great Lakes region of the United States – a region filled with bogs, tamarack swamps, hordes upon hordes of biting insects and an average winter temperature of -20 on a warm day.
Lone cultural contribution: really awful Ole & Lena jokes.
(The cruelest Norwegian joke to date has been to convince 100,000 east central African Somalis that the frigid, frozen tundra that is Minnesota was the Promised Land. Talk about hating immigrants…)
So please Mr. President, re-think you Immigration Plan.