Kathryn, you’re right that, if Aunt Zeituni had settled in Wasilla — say, in lodgings across the way from Bristol Palin’s boyfriend’s ex-girlfriend’s uncle’s sled dog’s veterinarian’s ammunition dealer — the fact that she’s an “illegal immigrant” might have come out a lot sooner, even if only from the Atlantic Monthly investigative unit driving by and asking her whether Joe the Plumber had ever serviced Trig’s real mother’s double-wide.
On the other hand, what could be more American than an Undocumented First Family? If I’d known it was this easy, I’d have run myself.
I was away for much of the summer and, when I returned, the entire campaign felt like an absurd satire I wasn’t quite up to speed on. But truly, in a world in which the many illegal foreign contributions to the leading candidate’s unprecedented fundraising include his own deportation-ordered aunt, satire is dead.
By the way, one thing you can say for certain is that Aunt Zeituni’s deportation order will never be enforced. Demanding proof of identity at polling stations, requiring address verification for credit-card contributions, getting hung up on foreigners donating to candidates, enforcing deportation orders . . . To raise such footling technicalities as “the law” is racist and so, in a squeamish politically correct culture, we let it slide, even as it corrupts the integrity of the democratic process and the defining act of a free society.
(This is why I’m not so sanguine about an Obama Administration as Peggy et al.)