Wingnuts never think through the consequences of their actions. To wit:
DERBY LINE, Vt. — The changes started coming slowly to this small town where the U.S. border with Canada runs across sleepy streets, through houses and families, and smack down the middle of the shared local library.
First was the white, painted lettering on the pavement on three little side streets — “Canada” on one side, “U.S.A.” on the other. Then came the white pylons denoting which side of the border was which. After that, signboards were erected on some streets, ordering drivers to turn back and use an officially designated entry point.
And along with the signposts came an influx of American Border Patrol agents, cruising through the town in their green-and-white sport-utility vehicles with sirens, chasing down cars and mopeds that ignored the posted warnings.
For longtime residents accustomed to a simpler life that flowed freely across a largely invisible border, the final shock — and what made most people really take notice — was a proposal by the border agents last year to erect fences on the small streets to officially barricade the United States from Canada, and neighbor from neighbor.
All this supposedly so we can stem the flow of Islamofascists and Canadian migrant workers through the sidestreets of Derby Line, Vermont.
