Sorry late showing up today. I had to go outside & bang pots & pans together, let off firecrackers, and so on, to scare off that dragon that was trying to eat the sun. Then, when I finally got to sit down at the computer, I got hooked by all those teasers about pictures of Whitney Houston’s bathroom and spent a fruitless half hour looking for said pictures. Then… But you don’t want to hear bout my day. What’s happening in the big world?

Immigration! Suddenly it’s a hot issue. Michelle Malkin is blogging up a storm — terrific work, Michelle. I really wonder if anything will come of it all, though. Just three years ago I ‘fessed up in the pages of National Review that I had myself once been an illegal immigrant. In that piece I said the following:

“Getting Americans to think seriously about immigration … is uphill work. There is resistance to be overcome at the deepest level of the national psyche. …. Nations, like individuals, have their own ineradicable quirks of personality. It is a peculiarity of Americans that they cannot be brought to think seriously about immigration. The two best immigration-restrictionist books of recent years have been by Peter Brimelow, who is an immigrant from England, and Michelle Malkin, daughter of recent Filipino immigrants. If you have been through, or sufficiently close to, the immigration experience, you think about it a lot. Otherwise, you don’t think about it at all, and can’t be made to. Take it from me, a sometime illegal immigrant: getting this nation to concentrate on immigration reform is going to be hard work all the way.”

Oh, well. Now excuse me; I’m going to have another try at locating those pictures of Whitney Houston’s bathroom.