Tuesday’s New York Times front page included a photo of an illegal alien kid plunked down on a Mexico/US border bridge while waiting for the familia to push an asylum claim.

The foreigners have turned the walkway into a filthy homeless camp, although the Times tried to describe the chaos more delicately:

Sleeping on America’s Doorstep: A Dispatch From the Border, WRAL.com (NYTimes article), June 26, 2018 NOGALES, Mexico — It was dinner time at the door to the United States, and on a spit of floor separating Mexico from Arizona, several families set out their plates, ripping tortillas and spooning rice and trying to ignore the indignities of life on the move. “It’s weird,” said Brenda Aguirre, 23, who was planning to sleep that night with her children on a pink mat, curled around her belongings. Nobody, she pointed out, expects to end up here. As the debate over the border rages in Washington, the flow of migrants has not stopped, and crossing points like this one are growing into informal bedrooms, washrooms, schools, kitchens and playgrounds for families waiting to request asylum in the United States. (Continues)

That scene is taking place in Nogales which borders on Arizona. But the situation is not a one off: the flood of foreigners has squeezed them to camp out elsewhere, one example being northwest of Brownsville, as chronicled in the Los Angeles Times on June 7.

Caught in limbo, Central American asylum-seekers are left waiting on a bridge over the Rio Grande, Los Angeles Times, June 7, 2018 A simple two-lane bridge spans the Rio Grande between Ciudad Miguel Aleman, Mexico, and Roma, Texas, sleepy sister cities that have long accommodated a steady flow of traffic back and forth across the border. Regulars still cross daily, but lately they have encountered something new and disturbing. Dozens of families from Guatemala, Honduras, El Salvador and Peru, some with babies only a few months old, have spent weeks living on the Mexican side of the bridge, waiting to be admitted to the United States as asylum seekers. By Tuesday, nearly 50 people had camped on the bridge sidewalk coming from Mexico, half of them children. There was little shade, and in the afternoon, temperatures climbed above 100 degrees. Bridge crossers weaved among sleeping babies, stepping over a Peppa Pig lunch box, a Moana coloring book, and dwindling stacks of bread and diapers. Fathers doled out powdered milk mixed with water in bottles to whining toddlers. Mothers strung underwear up on the cyclone fence sides of the bridge to dry in the strong wind blowing off the Rio Grande. (Continues)

What a mess. Everybody with a sad story (like a mean boyfriend) thinks they are entitled to “asylum” and a free ride in Flophouse America where the welfare office is like a second home.

Interestingly, the government can and does limit refugees: President Trump instituted a cap of 45,000 refugees per year.

However, there is NO cap on asylum claims which can be accepted — why is that?? Why can’t asylum be limited to a reasonable number? A look at Third World population growth shows the push factor will only get much worse, and something needs to be done policy-wise.